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The Christian thank-offering. A brief discourse on the returns of gratitude & obedience whereto…
The Christian thank-offering. A brief discourse on the returns of gratitude & obedience whereto men are obliged, by the mercies of God. Made on a solemn thanksgiving, kept in a private meeting of Christians, on the occasion of some deliverances. / By Cotton Mather. ; [Five lines of quotation]
printed by B. Green for Michael Perry, 1696
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
A Preparatory Thanksgiving Song, fetched from the Beginning and Conclusion of the Hundred and Third Psalm.
A Preparatory Thanksgiving Song, fetch'd from the Beginning and Conclusion of the Hundred and Third Psalm.
Awake, my Soul, Awake, and Bless JEHOVAH the most Blessed One: Bless Him, and His Blest Holiness Let all my Inward Powers own. The Glories of that Lord, my Soul, Confess with Praises, just and high; And His vast Benefits Extol With a most Thankful Memory. Tho' thy Sins have His Wrath incurred He does those Horrid Sins Forgive; And tho' thy Sins have thee procured Diseases, These He does Relieve. He does from Deaths and Hells dark place Thy Life, though Forfeited, Redeem: And with Rich Mercies of His Grace, Thou art, How Richly! Crowned by Him. Thy Mouth did never Wisely Crave That Good, which He would not afford. Such Bowels as our Fathers have, And more than such are in the Lord. O ye Bright Angels, who transcend In Might, show with your Might abroad, While ye His Will and Voice attend, the Praise of our Almighty God. Armies of Angels, that Obey The Great Gods only Son and Heir, His Greatness, Oh! Gladly Display: You and We, His Glad Servants are. All He has made, throughout His whole Dominion too, Let all Adore Their Maker: But, O Thou, my Soul, Bear part with them for-ever-more.
AWake, my Soul, Awake, and Bless JEHOVAH the most Blessed One: Bless Him, and His Blest Holiness Let all my Inward Powers own. The Glories of that Lord, my Soul, Confess with Praises, just and high; And His vast Benefits Extol With a most Thankful Memory. Tho' thy Sins have His Wrath incurr'd He does those Horrid Sins Forgive; And tho' thy Sins have thee procur'd Diseases, These He does Relieve. He does from Deaths and Hells dark place Thy Life, though Forfeited, Redeem: And with Rich Mercs of His Grace, Thou art, How Richly! Crown'd by Him. Thy Mouth did never Wisely Crave That Good, which He would not afford. Such Bowels as our Fathers have, And more than such are in the Lord. O ye Bright Angels, who transcend In Might, show with your Might abroad, While ye His Will and Voice attend, the Praise of our Almighty God. Armies of Angels, that Obey The Great Gods only Son and Heir, His Greatness, Oh! Gladly Display: You and We, His Glad Servants are. All He has made, throughout His whole Dominion too, Let all Adore Their Maker: But, O Thou, my Soul, Bear part with them for-ever-more.