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A sermon preached before the Honourable House of Commons at Westminster, August 22. 1645.…
A sermon preached before the Honourable House of Commons at Westminster, August 22. 1645. Being the day appointed for their solemn thanksgiving unto God for his several mercies to the forces of the Parliament in divers parts of the kingdom, in the gaining of the towns of Bath and Bridgewater, and of Scarborough-Castle, and Sherborne-Castle, and for the dispersing of the Clubmen, and the good success in Pembroke-shire. By Thomas Case, preacher at Milkstreet, and one of the Assembly of Divines.A sermon preached before the Honourable House of Commons at Westminster, August 22. 1645. Being the day appointed for their solemn thanksgiving unto God for his several mercies to the forces of the Parliament in divers parts of the kingdome, in the gaining of the towns of Bath and Bridgewater, and of Scarborough-Castle, and Sherborn-Castle, and for the dispersing of the Clubmen, and the good successe in Pembroke-shire. By Thomas Case, preacher at Milkstreet, and one of the Assembly of Divines.
London: printed by Ruth Raworth for Luke Fawne, 1645
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A Sermon of Thanksgiving, for the taking of Bridgewater and Sherbor… › Doctrine
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I tell, The Saints of the Most High God can pray down Empires, and Kingdoms, and the Towers, and Castles, and Walls of the proudest enemies: It is safer standing before the mouth of a Canon, then before the prayers of the Saints.
1You know who feared the prayers of Knox more then all the Forces of England. Indeed the prayers of the Saints are the plagues of the world. It is observable, Revel. 8.3,4,5. that Censer which received the prayers of the Saints, emptied forth fire, and voices, and thunderings, and lightnings, and earthquakes, &c. that which went up, Prayer, comes down plagues.
- 1The Queen of the Scots.
No wonder since Christ is so taken with the prayers of his Church, that by his good will he would never have the sound of that Music out of his ears. Oh my Dove, that art art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs; let me see thy countenance, and hear thy voice: For sweet is thy voice, &c.
No wonder since Christ is so taken with the prayers of his Church, that by his good will he would never have the sound of that Musick out of his ears. Oh my Dove, that art art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs; let me see thy countenance, and hear thy voice: For sweet is thy voice, &c.