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The silent soul, with sovereign antidotes against the most miserable exigentsThe silent soul, with soveraign antidotes against the most miserable exigents
The silent soul, with sovereign antidotes against the most miserable exigents: or, A Christian with an olive-leaf in his mouth, when he is under the greatest afflictions, the sharpest and sorest trials and troubles, the saddest and darkest providences and changes, with answers to divers questions and objections that are of greatest importance, all tending to win and work souls to be still, quiet, calm and silent under all changes that have, or may pass upon them in this world, &c. / By Thomas Brooks preacher of the Word at Margarets New Fish-street London, and pastor of the Church of Christ meeting there.The silent soul, with soveraign antidotes against the most miserable exigents: or, A Christian with an olive-leaf in his mouth, when he is under the greatest afflictions, the sharpest and sorest trials and troubles, the saddest and darkest providences and changes, with answers to divers questions and objections that are of greatest importance, all tending to win and work souls to bee still, quiet, calm and silent under all changes that have, or may pass upon them in this world, &c. / By Thomas Brooks preacher of the Word at Margarets New Fish-street London, and pastor of the Church of Christ meeting there.
London: printed by R.I. for John Hancock, 1660
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.
It was a good saying of one, I1 hide not my sins, but I show them, I wipe them not away, but I sprinkle them, I do not excuse them, but accuse them: The beginning of my salvation is the knowledge of my transgression. When some told Prince Henry (that delitiae generis humani) that darling of mankind, that the sins of the people brought that affliction on him; O no, said he. I have sins enough of mine own to cause that; I have sinned, saith David, but what have these poor sheep done? When a Christian is under ⟨p. 52⟩the afflicting hand of God, he may well say, I may thank this proud heart of mine, this worldly heart, this froward heart, this formal heart, this dull heart, this backsliding heart, this self-seeking heart of mine, for that this cup is so bitter, this pain so grievous, this loss so great, this disease so desperate, this wound so incurable; it is mine own self, mine own sin, that hath caused these floods of sorrows to break in upon me. But
It was a good saying of one, I1 hide not my sins, but I shew them, I wipe them not away, but I sprinkle them, I do not excuse them, but accuse them: The beginning of my salvation is the knowledge of my transgression. When some told Prince Henry (that delitiae generis humani) that darling of mankind, that the sins of the people brought that affliction on him; O no, said hee. I have sins enough of mine own to cause that; I have sinned, saith David, but what have these poor sheep done? When a Christian is under ⟨p. 52⟩the afflicting hand of God, hee may well say, I may thank this proud heart of mine, this worldly heart, this froward heart, this formal heart, this dull heart, this backsliding heart, this self-seeking heart of mine, for that this cup is so bitter, this pain so grievous, this loss so great, this disease so desperate, this wound so incurable; it is mine own self, mine own sin, that hath caused these floods of sorrows to break in upon mee. But
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