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A treatise concerning the Lords Supper
A treatise concerning the Lords Supper: with three dialogues for the more full information of the weak, in the nature and use of this sacrament. / By Tho. Doolittel [sic].
printed by B. Green for Samuel Phillips, 1700
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.
2. The Variety of his Sufferings; He tha• was more precious than Rubies, and […] things that can be desired are not to be compared to him; yet was sold for thirty piece• of Silver, a goodly price that he was prize• at by the Sons of Sinners, Zech. 11.13. H• was sold by one, denied by another, forsak•• of all. He was buffeted and spit upon; […] Murderer preferred before him▪ While he […] he was accounted a Blasphemer, & whe• […] died, we was reckoned among Transgressors. I cannot tell what it was he did endure but I can tell it was his love that moved hi• to it. Oh with what heart it flamed with love shouldest thou go unto that Ordinance, wherein all this is represented to thy Faith! O Love, Love, Love! art thou banished from my Soul▪ that I do not feel thee more working in […] heart while I ponder these things within […] thoughts? O my Lord, thou lovedst me […] my blood, and when I see thee in thy bloo• (if my heart were not so very bad) I could not but exceedingly love thee! When thou sawest me in my blood, it was polluted Blood: but when I see thee in thy blood, I see, I find, I feel it is love inflaming blood.
2. The Variety of his Sufferings; He tha• was more precious than Rubi•s, and 〈…〉 things that can be desired are not to be com•pared to him; yet was sold for thirty piece• of Silver, a goodly price that he was prize• at by the Sons of Sinners, Zech. 11.13. H• was sold by one, denied by another, forsak of all. He was buffeted and spit upon; Murderer preferred before him While he he was accounted a Blasphemer, & whe died, we was reckoned among Transgresors. I cannot tell what it was he did endure but I can tell it was his love that moved hi to it. Oh with what heart it flamed with love shouldest thou go unto that Ordinance, wherein all this is represented to thy Faih! O Love, Love, Love! art thou banished from my Soul that I do not feel thee more working in heart while I ponder these things within thoughts? O my Lord, thou lovedst me my blood, and when I see thee in thy bloo (if my heart were not so very bad) I could not but exceedingly love thee! When thou sawest me in my blood, it was polluted Blood: but when I see thee in thy blood, I see, I find, I feel it is love inflaming blood.