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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
THE MUTE CHRISTIAN Under the SMARTING ROD. › Objections › Objection 5
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.
Art•mon an Engineer, was afraid of his own shadow; men that look not upon their afflictions in a Scripture dress, will be afraid even of the shadow of trouble, they will cry out, no affliction to our affliction, no burden to our burden, no cross to our cross, no loss to our loss; but one look into a Gospel-glass would make them change their note. The Lion is not always so great nor so terrible as he is painted, neither are our troubles always so great as we fancy them to be: when Hagars bottle of water was spent, she sate down and fell a weeping, as if she had been utterly undone, her provision and her patience, her bottle and her1 hope were both out together; but her affliction was not so great as ⟨p. 246⟩she imagined, for there was a well of water near, though for a time she saw it not: So many Christians, they eye the empty bottle, the cross, the burden that is at present upon them, and then they fall a weeping, a whining, a complaining, a repining, a murmuring, as if they were utterly undone, and yet a well of water, a well of comfort, a well of refreshment, a well of deliverance is near, and their case no ways so sad, nor so bad as they imagine it to be•.
Art•mon an Engineer, was afraid of his own shadow; men that look not upon their afflictions in a Scripture dress, will bee afraid even of the shadow of trouble, they will cry out, no affliction to our affliction, no burden to our burden, no cross to our cross, no loss to our loss; but one look into a Gospelglass would make them change their note. The Lion is not alwaies so great nor so terrible as hee is painted, neither are our troubles alwaies so great as wee fancy them to bee: when Hagars bottle of water was spent, shee sate down and fell a weeping, as if shee had been utterly undone, her provision and her patience, her bottle and her1 hope were both out together; but her affliction was not so great as ⟨p. 246⟩shee imagined, for there was a well of water near, though for a time shee saw it not: So many Christians, they eye the empty bottle, the cross, the burden that is at present upon them, and then they fall a weeping, a whining, a complaining, a repining, a murmuring, as if they were utterly undone, and yet a well of water, a well of comfort, a well of refreshment, a well of deliverance is near, and their case no waies so sad, nor so bad as they imagine it to be.