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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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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.
Davids greatest passions for dead Absalom were to no purpose. They are then gone the way they shall not return, and fixed in that place whence they shall never remove. Lord, I confess that my narrow heart hath not pity enough for afflicted, and sick, and dying souls, and my weak hands have not power enough to supply or support them in their sad estates, but thou hast both. O be pleased to look down from Heaven, the habitation where thine holiness dwelleth; Behold their miseries, hide thy face from all their iniquities; out of thine infinite fullness, relieve their necessities. Let the eyes of their souls be opened to see their sins and their Saviour, before the eyes of their bodies be closed. Give them patience and strength answerable to the burden thou layest on their backs; Enable them to do their last works well, and let them be better then their first; Open thou their lips, and let their mouths ⟨p. 605⟩show forth thy praise, before they go to the place of silence. Stand by them in their last conflict with their enemies, Death and Devils, that they may over come both, be more then conquerors through him that loves them, and pass through the jaws of death, to the joys of a blessed eternal life.
Davids greatest passions for dead Absolon were to no purpose. They are then gone the way they shall not return, and fixed in that place whence they shall never remove. Lord, I confess that my narrow heart hath not pity enough for afflicted, and sick, and dying souls, and my weak hands have not power enough to supply or support them in their sad estates, but thou hast both. O be pleased to look down from Heaven, the habitation where thine holiness dwelleth; Behold their miseries, hide thy face from all their iniquities; out of thine infinite fulness, releive their necessities. Let the eyes of their souls be opened to see their sins and their Saviour, before the eyes of their bodies be closed. Give them patience and strength answerable to the burden thou layest on their backs; Enable them to do their last works well, and let them be better then their first; Open thou their lips, and let their mouths ⟨p. 605⟩shew forth thy praise, before they go to the place of silence. Stand by them in their last conflict with their enemies, Death and Devils, that they may over come both, be more then conquerours through him that loves them, and pass through the jaws of death, to the joys of a blessed eternal life.