Light in darkness, or, Deliverance proclaimed unto the church in the midst of all…

I confess, things have a bad Aspect, a dark Face at present, Grey hairs are here and there. My Brethren, we see how things go: Sin grows higher: Enemies grow bolder: Divisions grow wider. These are bad Symptoms of a dying Patient.

I confess, things have a bad Aspect, a dark Face at present, Gray hairs are here and there. My Brethren, we see how things go: Sin grows higher: Enemies grow bolder: Divisions grow wider. These are bad Symptoms of a dying Patient.

England is like that Ship in the Gospel, which was almost covered over with Waves. Here's that may humble us, and set our Eyes abroach with Tears.

Yet, that we may not mourn without hope, let me tell you, there are some sparks of Light, that do seem to arise to us in the Dark. Unto the Upright there ariseth Light in the Darkness. Let me come as a Dove with an Olive-branch of Peace in my mouth, that that is some spark of Light to us.