Use 2. The sufferings of Mystical Christ are but for an hour;1 for a night, and joy in the morning; Psal. 30.5. A little season, Revel. 6.11. Three days, Hos. 6.1. A short time, and the vision will speak, and will not tarry, Hab. 2.3. Heb. 10.37. Its but tribulation ten days, Revel. 2.10. And which is shorter then all, a moment, 2 Cor. 4.17. and the shortest of all, Isai. 54.7. a little moment. All the generations of the first-born, that were in great tribulations, and in the womb and belly of the red sea, are now come off safe, and landed on the shore, and are now up before the throne in white, triumphing with the Lamb; the hour is ended, some of them two thousand years ago are eased of burning quick, of the sword, of the t••th of lions. Jobs face now is not foul with weeping; Davids soul droopeth away and melteth no more with heaviness, as Psal. 119. The traces of tears on Christs fair face, ⟨p. 129⟩are fifteen hundred years ago washed off, and dried with his Fathers hand. Paul is now beyond fears without, terrors within, and the sentence of death. All the Martyrs now are above the fire, the faggots, the rack, the gibbet, the axe. What thoughts hath John Baptist now of beheading? or Steven of stoning to death? the gashes and wounds of the stripes of the Apostles, scourged for the name of Jesus, are over now: There is not one sigh, nor one t•are, nor one cry, nor one death, now in heaven, all the former things are gone. Afflictions are but a short trance, for an hour; our short-living sufferings will be over quickly: We are near the shore. Our inch of winter shall wear out, there is but a little bit of sour death before us; the Ceremonies of death's approaching, of the noise of its feet, of its awesome and dreadful gloom, the train of little images of death, the aching of bones, the stitches of heart, the pain of the side, and such soft passing accidents, and the name are more then death it self; and all these shall pass over quickly. We have not Centuries nor Millions of years to suffer; he who limited a time to the Head Christ's suffering, hath set so many sand-glasses, and determined so many hours for all our sufferings. Yea, 2. the gall in our cup must be weighed by Gods own hand: Not a man killed more in the two Kingdoms, nor a house burnt, nor a scratch in the body, nor one wound in the poor soldier of Christ, but all are numbered;
Vse 2. The sufferings of Mysticall Christ are but for an houre;1 for a night, and joy in the morning; Psal. 30.5. A little season, Revel. 6.11. Three dayes, Hos. 6.1. A short time, and the vision will speake, and will not tary, Hab. 2.3. Heb. 10.37. Its but tribulation ten dayes, Revel. 2.10. And which is shorter then all, a moment, 2 Cor. 4.17. and the shortest of all, Isai. 54.7. a little moment. All the generations of the first-born, that were in great tribulations, and in the wombe and belly of the red sea, are now come off safe, and landed on the shore, and are now up before the throne in white, triumphing with the Lamb; the houre is ended, some of them two thousand yeares agoe are eased of burning quick, of the sword, of the t••th of lyons. Jobs face now is not foule with weeping; Davids soule droopeth away and melteth no more with heavinesse, as Psal. 119. The traces of tears on Christs faire face, ⟨p. 129⟩are fifteen hundred yeares agoe washed off, and dryed with his Fathers hand. Paul is now beyond fears without, terrors within, and the sentence of death. All the Martyrs now are above the fire, the faggo•s, the rack, the gibbet, the axe. What thoughts hath John Baptist now of beheading? or Steven of stoning to death? the gashes and wounds of the stripes of the Apostles, scourged for the name of Jesus, are over now: There is not one sigh, nor one t•are, nor one cry, nor one death, now in heaven, all the former things are gone. Afflictions are but a short transe, for an houre; our short-living sufferings will be over quickly: We are near the shore. Our inch of winter shall weare out, there is but a little bit of soure death before us; the Ceremonies of death's approaching, of the noyse of its feet, of its awsome and dreadfull gloome, the train of little images of death, the aking of bones, the stiches of heart, the paine of the side, and such soft passing accidents, and the name are more then death it selfe; and all these shall passe over quickly. Wee have not Centuries nor Millions of yeares to suffer; hee who limited a time to the Head Christ's suffering, hath set so many sand-glasses, and determined so many houres for all our sufferings. Yea, 2. the gall in our cup must be weighed by Gods owne hand: Not a man killed more in the two Kingdomes, nor a house burnt, nor a scratch in the body, nor one wound in the poore souldier of Christ, but all are numbred;
- 1Our sufferings short, and measured by yards
