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Meat out of the eater
Meat out of the eater: or, Meditations concerning the necessity, end, and usefulness of afflictions unto Gods children. All tending to prepare them, for, and comfort them under the cross. / By Michael Wigglesworth.Meat out of the eater: or, Meditations concerning the necessity, end, and usefulness of afflictions unto Gods children. All tending to prepare them, for, and comfort them under the crosse. / By Michael Wigglesworth.
printed by S.G. Samuel Green for John Usher of Boston, 1670
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[2] Blasphemous, hellish thoughts Into his mind are cast Concerning God; which make him quake, And stand like one aghast. Imaginations black, And Fancies filthy-foul Are darted in with violence, Which stab him to the Soul.
[2] Blasphemous, hellish thoughts Into his minde are cast Concerning God; which make him quake, And stand like one agast. Imaginations black, And Fancies filthy-foul Are darted in with violence, Which stab him to the Soul.
[3] Which way soever he turns His Understanding's eye, Think what he will, these fancies vi•e Do meet him presently. Poor Soul he them resists And struggleth as for life: But yet he cannot keep them out By all his care and strife.
[3] Which way soe're he turns His Understanding's ey, Think what he will, these fancies vi•e Do meet him presently. Poor Soul he them resists And struggleth as for life: But yet he cannot keep them out By all his care and strife.
[4] The more he with them strives, The more they wound and vex him▪ The more he dreads and feareth them, The worse they do perplex him. And when he meditates Or prays to God for grace, Then most of all such horrid thoughts Do stare him in the face.
[4] The more he with them strives, The more they wound and vex him▪ The more he dreads and feareth them, The worse they do perplex him. And when he meditates Or prayes to God for grace, Then most of all such horrid thoughts Do stare him in the face.