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Blessed unions. An union with the son of God by faith. And, an union…
Blessed unions. An union with the son of God by faith. And, an union in the church of God by love, importunately pressed; in a discourse which makes divers offers, for those unions; together with a copy of those articles, where-upon a most happy union, has been lately made between those two eminent parties in England, which have now changed the names of Presbyterians, and Congregationals, for that of United Brethren. / By Cotton Mather ; [Six lines from Mead]
Boston: printed by B. Green for Samuel Phillips, 1692
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.
In fine, That I may Repeat nothing, which I have said for the pressing of Union among the Children of my People, in four several Discourses formerly Published,—I now take the Leave, only to Add, a few Ejaculations on the behalf of my Beloved Neighbours.
First, May none of our Churches be called, Esek, and S••na, because of any Strife among us At present, I hope, our Lord looks upon this part of America, ⟨p. 80⟩saying, My Dove is One! and […] pray, that it may ever be so. The Oldest of the Churches in this Colony, is at Salem; God Grant they may All of them, always dwell in, Peace, Concord is the Name on one of our Towns; may it be a Frame in all the Rest. And may the Rebuke that was given to the Litigious Corinthians, never come to be ours, Whereas there are among you Divisions, are ye not Carnal? May we, as far as we can, Anticipate the Days of the New-Jerusalem; which are quickly, The Things to be Looked for, by Banishing all War from the midst of us. May we keep a Perpetual Sabbath, which may resemble the, Rest Remaining for the People of God, by Kindling no Fires within our Gates. We are Sheep; no room I beseech you, for the Rage of Dogs and Wolves in our Hearts.
First, May none of our Churches be called, Esek, and S••na, because of any Strife among us At present, I hope, our Lord looks upon this part of America, ⟨p. 80⟩saying, My Dove is One! and 〈…〉 pray, that it may ever be so. The Oldest of the Churches in this Colony, is at Salem; God Grant they may All of them, alwayes dwell in, Peace, Concord is the Name on one of our Towns; may it be a Frame in all the Rest. And may the Rebuke that was given to the Litigious Corinthians, never come to be ours, Whereas there are among you Divisions, are ye not Carnal? May we, as far as we can, Anticipate the Dayes of the New-Jerusalem; which are quickly, The Things to be Look'd for, by Banishing all War from the midst of us. May we keep a Perpetual Sabbath, which may resemble the, Rest Remaining for the People of God, by Kindling no Fires within our Gates. We are Sheep; no room I beseech you, for the Rage of Dogs and Wolves in our Hearts.