A65313:105
Seven sermons on several select subjects preached
Seven sermons on several select subjects preached by Mr. Tho. Watson ...
London : s.n., 1689
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Nay farther, Gods Rod upon his Children doth not only make way for comfort; but, which is more, this Rod distils comfort into the Soul. Even as the Fire causes sweet Water to drop from the Still: So out of Affliction, God stills the sweet Water of Consolation. A clear Instance for this, 2 Cor. 1.4. Who comforteth us in all our tribulations. Here is the Rod of God comforting. When the Saints Trials have been sharpest, their Comforts have been sweetest. Behold here Honey at the end of the Rod, John 16.22. Your sorrows shall be turned into joy. Here is the Saints Water turned into Wine. That holy Martyr that was in Prison, dated his Letter thus; From the pleasant Garden of the Lion Prison. God doth Candy his Wormwood with Sugar. The Saints never tasted so much of Gods compassion, as in their deepest Affliction; and in this sense David might truly say, Thy Rod doth comfort me. So saith the Apostle, God comforteth us in all our tribulations.
Nay farther, Gods Rod upon his Children doth not only make way for comfort; but, which is more, this Rod distils comfort into the Soul. Even as the Fire causes sweet Water to drop from the Still: So out of Affliction, God stills the sweet Water of Consolation. A clear Instance for this, 2 Cor. 1.4. Who comforteth us in all our tribulations. Here is the Rod of God comforting. When the Saints Tryals have been sharpest, their Comforts have been sweetest. Behold here Honey at the end of the Rod, Iohn 16.22. Your sorrows shall be turned into joy. Here is the Saints Water turned into Wine. That holy Martyr that was in Prison, dated his Letter thus; From the pleasant Garden of the Lion Prison. God doth Candy his Wormwood with Sugar. The Saints never tasted so much of Gods compassion, as in their deepest Affliction; and in this sense David might truly say, Thy Rod doth comfort me. So saith the Apostle, God comforteth us in all our tribulations.