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The wonderful works of God commemorated. Praises bespoke for the God in heaven in…
The wonderful works of God commemorated. Praises bespoke for the God in heaven in a thanksgiving sermon; delivered on Decemb. 19. 1689. Containing just reflections upon the excellent things done by the great God, more generally in creation and redemption, and in the government of the world; but more particularly in the remarkable revolutions of providence which are every where the matter of present observation. With a postscript giving an account of some very stupendous accidents, which have lately happened in France. / By Cotton Mather. ; To which is added a sermon preached unto the convention of the Massachuset-Colony in New-England, with a short narrative of several prodigies, which New-England hath of late had the alarms of heaven in.
Boston: printed by S. Green & sold by Joseph Browning, 1690
PRAISES Bespoke for the GOD of Heaven, In a Thanksgiving SERMON. › APPLICATION.
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Thus, give me Leave to say, That if we will not Sing unto the Lord, there are others that will; and we that will not, never shall• Yea, our Silence may provoke the very Rocks and Stones to loud Shouts; in praising the Eternal God.
O come, and Sing unto the Lord; and though we do not certainly know what Changes yet may come upon us; nor how far the Clouds may Return after the Rain; let us nevertheless be found, Singing to the Lord.
O come, and Sing unto the Lord; and though we do not certainly know what Changes yet may come upon us; nor how far the Clouds may Return after the Rain; len us nevertheless be found, Singing to the Lord.
They that Remember how many Princes and Interests were concerned for the Protestant ⟨p. 54⟩Religion threescore years ago, and how almost all of them afterwards Disappeared, cannot yet be without Apprehensions in the midst of their Thanksgivings. But, though we may not Sing Requiems to our selves, yet we may Sing Praises to our God: and whatever Fears may be upon us, I am now to Repeat that Call; Awake, Awake, O Congregation, Awake, Awake, and utter a Song. It was a memorable Accident which happened near one of the Lee-ward Islands some years ago. A Ship with some pious people in it, was by a violent Storm driven between two hideous Rocks; where she lay on one side so that every moment they expected she would overset; In this Distress, in this Despair, they agree to Die Singing, and there they sat Singing the Hundred and Forty sixth Psalm. But behold, a Dutch Ship that had newly taken a Spanish Vessel, at that Instant came by, and not only delivered them from the perils of their own Ship, which immediately perished, but also bestowed an other Vessel on them. Methinks, this poor Country has been, and yet i, much in the condition in which That serious people were: Well, but suppose we should Sink after all the Excellent Things which have been done for us, (and yet we can't forbear saving, If the Lord were pleased to kill us, would He have