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Advice to mourners under the loss of dear relations in a funeral sermon long…
Advice to mourners under the loss of dear relations in a funeral sermon long since preached / by the late Reverend Dr. Thomas Manton ... And now occasionally published on the much lamented death of Mrs. Ann Terry, who died the 9th of November, 1693. With a short account of some passages of her life, and papers left under her own hand.Advice to mourners under the loss of dear relations in a funeral sermon long since preach'd / by the late Reverand Dr. Thomas Manton ... And now occasionally published on the much lamented death of Mrs. Ann Terry, who died the 9th of November, 1693. With a short account of some passages of her life, and papers left under her own hand.
London: printed by J.D. for Jonathon Robinson, 1694
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.
PAPER XII.
I Am frequently assaulted with this sore Temptation, that I shall never persevere and hold out to the end, but shall tire and saint, and grow weary, so that every Trial shall master and overcome me; so that I sometimes fear there is no Hopes for me of entering into Rest: I fear I shall fail short of eternal Life, which is a cutting Consideration to me, and sometimes sinks me into the Depth of Misery. But that I ⟨p. 91⟩may not wholly despond, I will here recite some Places of Scripture which consist of Precepts and Promises; and which, I hope, may be of use to me, and may make me stir up my self to do what in me lieth to lay hold on the Hope set before me; and may cause me to look to thee, O blessed Father, for Grace and Strength to hold out to the End of my Days. Let me not grow weary in Well-doing, for in due time I shall reap if I faint not.
I Am frequently assaulted with this sore Temptation, that I shall never persevere and hold out to the end, but shall tire and saint, and grow weary, so that every Trial shall master and overcome me; so that I sometimes fear there is no Hopes for me of entring into Rest: I fear I shall fail short of eternal Life, which is a cutting Consideration to me, and sometimes sinks me into the Depth of Misery. But that I ⟨p. 91⟩may not wholly despond, I will here recite some Places of Scripture which consist of Precepts and Promises; and which, I hope, may be of use to me, and may make me stir up my self to do what in me lieth to lay hold on the Hope set before me; and may cause me to look to thee, O blessed Father, for Grace and Strength to hold out to the End of my Days. Let me not grow weary in Well-doing, for in due time I shall reap if I faint not.