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The works of George Swinnock, M.A
The works of George Swinnock, M.A. containing these several treatises ...
London: printed by J.B. for Tho. Parkhurst, 1665
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How fully,1 O my soul, doth the Scripture mention this patience of thy God! The Lord passed by, and proclaimed his name, the Lord, the Lord God, gracious, long suffering. Though sinners try his patience by their heaven-daring provocations, yet the Lord is gracious, slow to anger, and of great kindness;2 Oftentimes they do their utmost to kindle the fire of his anger, but many a time turned he ⟨p. 478⟩away his anger, and did not stir up all his wrath. What monuments of his patience, hath he reared up in his word! It is also written in broad letters in his works; He bore with the Jews, after their unparalleled murder of his own Son, above forty years. The old world had larger experiences of his forbearance; My Spirit shall not always strive with man, yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years. The Egyptians, though cruel persecutors of his own people, that were as dear to him as the apple of his eye, yet were suffered four hundred years; He beareth with men, till he can no longer forbear; The woman with child is forced, though she hold out long, to fall in labour at last; I have long time holden my peace, I have been still, and refrained my self; now will I cry like a travailing woman, Isa. 42. 14.
How fully,1 O my soul, doth the Scripture mention this patience of thy God! The Lord passed by, and proclaimed his name, the Lord, the Lord God, gracious, long suffering. Though sinners trie his patience by their heaven-daring provocations, yet the Lord is gratious, slow to anger, and of great kindness;2 Oftentimes they do their utmost to kindle the fire of his anger, but many a time turned he ⟨p. 478⟩away his anger, and did not stir up all his wrath. What monuments of his patience, hath he reared up in his word! It is also written in broad letters in his works; He bore with the Iews, after their unparalleld murder of his own Son, above forty years. The old world had larger experiences of his orbearance; My Spirit shall not always strive with man, yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years. The Egyptians, though cruel persecutors of his own people, that were as dear to him as the apple of his eye, yet were suffered four hundered years; He beareth with men, till he can no longer forbear; The woman with child is forced, though she hold out long, to fall in labour at last; I have long time holden my peace, I have been still, and refrained my self; now will I cry like a travailing woman,