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The beatitudes
The beatitudes: or A discourse upon part of Christs famous Sermon on the Mount. Whereunto is added Christs various fullness. The preciousness of the soul. The souls malady and cure. The beauty of grace. The spiritual watch. The heavenly race. The sacred anchor. The trees of righteousness. The perfume of love. The good practitioner. By Thomas Watson, minister of the word at Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.The beatitudes: or A discourse upon part of Christs famous Sermon on the Mount. Wherunto is added Christs various fulnesse. The preciousnesse of the soul. The souls malady and cure. The beauty of grace. The spiritual watch. The heavenly race. The sacred anchor. The trees of righteousnesse. The perfume of love. The good practitioner. By Thomas Watson, minister of the word at Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.
London: printed for Ralph Smith, 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.
— Non est conveniens luctibus iste sonus.
When we consider the miseries of many Christians in Germany, the Dukedom of Savoy, and other Foreign parts, who have been driven from their habitations, because they would not desert the Protestant, and espouse the Popish Religion; when instead of a Bible, a Crucifix; instead of Prayers, Mass; instead of going to Church, they should go on Pilgrimage to some Saint or Relic: When we consider these things, our eyes should run down: Mourn to see Gods Church a bleeding Vine: Mourn to see Christs Spouse with garments rolled in blood.
When we consider the miseries of many Christians in Germany, the Dukedome of Savoy, and other Forraign parts, who have been driven from their habitations, because they would not desert the Protestant, and espouse the Popish Religion; when instead of a Bible, a Crucifix; instead of Prayers, Masse; instead of going to Church, they should go on Pilgrimage to some Saint or Relick: When we consider these things, our eyes should run down: Mourn to see Gods Church a bleeding Vine: Mourn to see Christs Spouse with garments rolled in blood.
Methinks I hear Englands Passing bell go, let us shed some tears over dying England; let us bewail our intestine divisions. Englands divisions have been fatal; they brought in the Saxons, Danes, Normans; if a Kingdom divided cannot stand, how do we stand, but by a miracle of free-grace? Truth is fallen, and peace is fled. Englands fine coat of peace is torn, and like Josephs coat, dipped in blood. Peace is the glory of a Nation. Some observe, if the top of the Beech Tree be taken off, the whole Tree withers, Peace is the Apex; and top of all earthly blessings; this top being cut off, we may truly say the body of the whole Nation begins to wither apace.