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A Divine Cordial
A divine cordial, or, The transcendent privilege of those that love God and are savingly called published by Thomas Watson ...A divine cordial, or, The transcendent priviledge of those that love God and are savingly called published by Thomas Watson ...
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1663
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.
1. Temporal Mercies, as Health, Prosperity. Mercy works most kindly upon an ingenious […].
1. Temporal Mercies, as Health, Prosperity. Mercy works most kindly upon an ingenious 〈…〉.
1 The mercies of God humble: 2 Sam. 7.18. Then went King David in, and sat before the Lord, and said, Who am I, O Lord God? and w•at is my fathers house, that thou hast brought […] hitherto? Lord, whence is such honour ⟨p. 13⟩conferred upon me, that I should be King? that I who did follow the Sheep, should go in and out before thy people? So saith a gracious heart, Lord, what am I, that it should be better with me than others? that I should drink of the fruit of the Vine, when others drink, not only a Cup of Wormwood, but a Cup of Blood? what am I, that I should have those mercies, which others want, who are better than I? Lord, whence is it, that notwithstanding all my unworthiness, a fresh Tide of mercy comes in every day? The mercies of God make a sinner proud, but a Saint humble.
1 The mercies of God humble: 2 Sam. 7.18. Then went King David in, and sat before the Lord, and said, Who am I, O Lord God? and w•at is my fathers house, that thou hast brought 〈…〉 hithe•to? Lord, whence is such honour ⟨p. 13⟩conferr'd upon me, that I should be King? that I who did follow the Sheep, should go in and out before thy people? So saith a gracious heart, Lord, what am I, that it should be better with me than others? that I should drink of the fruit of the Vine, when others drink, not only a Cup of Wormwood, but a Cup of Blood? what am I, that I should have those mercies, which others want, who are better than I? Lord, whence is it, that notwithstanding all my unworthiness, a fresh Tyde of mercy comes in every day? The mercies of God make a sinner proud, but a Saint humble.