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The wonderful works of God commemorated praises bespoke for the God of heaven in…
The wonderful works of God commemorated praises bespoke for the God of heaven in a thanksgiving sermon delivered on Decemb. 19, 1689 : containing reflections upon the excellent things done by the great God ... : to which is added A sermon preached unto a convention of the Massachuset-colony in New-England ... / by Cotton Mather.
Boston: printed by S. Green & sold by Joseph Browning, 1690
PRAISES Bespoke for the GOD of Heaven, In a Thanksgiving SERMON. › APPLICATION.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
You have seen cause to Declare, that we were now given to understand, Our Lands were none of our own; and that a Storm of unjust Violence was every day falling upon the more Honest, and sober part of the Country, while the wicked walked on every side, and the vilest Men were exalted.
You have seen cause to Declare, that we were now given to understand, Our Lands were none of our own; and that a Storm of unjust Violence was every day falling upon the more Honest, and sober part of the Countrey, while the wicked walked on every side, and the vilest Men were exalted.
Our Churches also began to feel the kindness of those, who had Sworn by the Living God, to ruin them; and all Debauchery was coming in among us like a mighty Flood. All this while we were in a Sea of fire, miserably scorched and scalded; and yet it was mingled with Ice; there were great cakes of Ice over our Heads; there was no getting out. That one person, who now hazarded his All to obtain us Relief, by carrying our Addresses for us, was made sensible of this.
Our Churches also began to feel the kindness of those, who had Sworn by the Living God, to ruine them; and all Debauchery was coming in among us like a mighty Flood. All this while we were in a Sea of fire, miserably scorched and scalded; and yet it was mingled with Ice; there were great cakes of Ice over our Heads; there was no getting out. That one person, who now hazarded his All to obtain us Relief, by carrying our Addresses for us, was made sensible of this.
Remember, O New-England, how often that cry then went up from thee to the Lord, Return we beseech thee, O God of Hosts! look down from Heaven and visit this Vine; And now, behold, He is Returned. Our Adversaries are what and where they are; and we see so far Our Judges as at the first,