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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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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.
3. The Relation wherein the Saints stand towards God, ⟨p. 12⟩takes much upon his heart: Servants, Sons, Daughters, Friends, the Spouse of Christ. Why what will not a man do for these Relations sake? And will not the great God much more engage himself for his people which stand in this Relation to him, since he is the Fountain of all that love and fidelity which fills these Relations among men?