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The glory of goodness. The goodness of God celebrated; in remarkable instances and improvements…
The glory of goodness. The goodness of God celebrated; in remarkable instances and improvements thereof: and more particularly in the redemption remarkably obtained for the English captives, which have been languishing under the tragical, and the terrible and the most barbarous cruelties of barbary. : [Six lines from Psalms]
printed by T. Green for Benjamin Eliot, 1703
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.
It is much, that their horrid Labour did not Kill them, in a Climate, so hot at some Times, and so wet at others. One would have said, Their Strength must have been the Strength of Stones, & their Flesh of Brass. Or their Life could not have been prolonged under such prodigious Fatigues.
It is much, that their forlorn Diet should not rather Kill them, than Feed them. So small, and so vile their Allowance ⟨p. 35⟩of Bread, that it is plain, They ••ved not by Bread alone, but by the Word of God.
It is much, that their forlorn Diet should not rather Kill them, than Feed them. So small, and so vile their Al•owance ⟨p. 35⟩of Bread, that it is plain, They ••ved not by Bread alone, but by the Word of God.
It is much, that they have Out-lived the Sorrows, the Deadly Sorrows, that must seize upon their Spirits, when the •ierce Robbers had seized upon them. By the Sorrows of their Hearts, why were •ot their Spirits broken, and Killed, when •hey saw themselves dragged away from •ll the Comforts of Life, and felt themselves fearfully broken in the place of Dragons, and were Hopeless of ever being recovered out of their doleful Circumstances? Methinks, I see them Crying •rom the Belly of Hell, Lord, The Waters compass me about, even to the Soul, the Depth closes me round about; the Weeds are rapt about my Head; the Earth, with her ars, is about me forever. Oh! My Children, How did you do Live, in the midst f these Agonies? Truly, The Lord has t last Loosed the Prisoners: 'twas He, who raised up, those that were thus bowed wn: Some of them for a whole Prentice-ship of Years, and One here even […] Nineteen Years together. This preservation of our Friends, has been yet ore signalized, where any of them, endeavoured a Flight out of the Hands of