N00768:45
The great physician, inviting them that are sensible of their internal maladies, to repair…
The great physician, inviting them that are sensible of their internal maladies, to repair unto him for his heavenly remedies. A brief discourse, meditated by one under bodily illness, and profitable for all that are under spiritual. : [Two lines in Latin from Ambrose]
printed by Timothy Green, 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.
First. A man must be Sensible of his own Sinfulness. A Sensible Sick Sinner, is One that sees himself a Sinner, and bemoans himself like him, Luk. 18.13. God be merciful to me a Sinner. He sees himself a Sinner by Nature. He says with the Sensible Psalmist, Behold, I was shapen in Iniquity, and in Sin did my Mother Conceive me. He sees himself a Sinner by Practice. He says with the Sensible People, My Transgressions are multiplied before God, and my Sins testify against me. Yea, he sees himself Distempered and Endangered, by Innumerable Sins: he says with him, Psal. 40.12. Innumerable Evils have compassed me about, mine Iniquities have taken hold upon me. A Soul Sensibly Sick is no Self-Justiciary. He Cries out, Lord, I am Vile: I am a Sinful Wretch; my best, my fairest and finest Works, are but splendid Sins▪ my Holy Things are Iniquities, I am a mere Lump of Sin; there dwells no Good thing in me.
First. A man must be Sensible of his own Sinfulness. A Sensible Sick Sinner, is One that sees himself a Sinner, and bemoans himself like him, Luk. 18.13. God be merciful to me a Sinner. He sees himself a Sinner by Nature. He sayes with the Sensible Psalmist, Behold, I was shapen in Iniquity, and in Sin did my Mother Conceive me. He sees himself a Sinner by Practice. He sayes with the Sensible People, My Transgressions are multiplied before God, and my Sins testify against me. Yea, he sees himself Distempered and Endangered, by Innumerable Sins: he sayes with him, Psal. 40.12. Innumerable Evils have compassed me about, mine Iniquities have taken hold upon me. A Soul Sensibly Sick is no Self-Justiciary. He Cryes out, Lord, I am Vile: I am a Sinful Wretch; my best, my fairest and finest Works, are but splendid Sins▪ my Holy Things are Iniquities, I am a meer Lump of Sin; there dwells no Good thing in me.