A94156:461
The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature…
The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature and necessity of it is discovered. : As also the Christian directed how he may perform it in [brace] religious duties, natural actions, his particular vocation, his family directions, and his own recreations. / By George Swinnock ...
London: printed for T.P., 1662
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.
When Moses Mother could keep him no longer, she made an Ark of Bull-rushes, and daubed it with Pitch, and put him in, and hid it in the Flags, by the River brink; and his Sister stood a far off, to see what would become of him. And Pharaohs daughter came to wash her self, spied the Ark, sent and fetched it, the babe wept and she had compassion on it: sent for the Mother, gave it her to nurse, paid for its nursing and the Child became the great deliverer of Israel. Truly so when the fruit of thy heart, thy tears and sighs, and groans, and prayers, are ready in the eye of sense to be given over for dead, they lie floating upon the water, let thy faith and hope be near at hand, to see what will become of them; the Kings Son may take pity on the weeping babe, ⟨p. 190⟩pay the charge of its nursing up, bringing it into favour at the heavenly Court, and make it serviceable for the conducting thy soul through the Wilderness of this World, towards the true and celestial Canaan.
When Moses Mother could keep him no longer, she made an Ark of Bul-rushes, and daubed it with Pitch, and put him in, and hid it in the Flags, by the River brink; and his Sister stood a far off, to see what would become of him. And Pharaohs daughter came to wash her self, spied the Ark, sent and fetched it, the babe wept and she had compassion on it: sent for the Mother, gave it her to nurse, paid for its nursing and the Child became the great deliverer of Israel. Truely so when the fruit of thy heart, thy tears and sighs, and groans, and prayers, are ready in the eye of sense to be given over for dead, they lie floating upon the water, let thy faith and hope be near at hand, to see what will become of them; the Kings Son may take pity on the weeping babe, ⟨p. 190⟩pay the charge of its nursing up, bringing it into favour at the heavenly Court, and make it serviceable for the conducting thy soul through the Wilderness of this World, towards the true and celestial Canaan.
Though the Messenger thou sendest to Heaven tarry long, yet wait and expect his return. Those that send to the Indies for the golden wedges, wait many months, though they long every moment for their arrival.