N00941:204
Meat out of the eater. Or, Funeral-discourses occasioned by the death of several relatives.…
Meat out of the eater. Or, Funeral-discourses occasioned by the death of several relatives. Work accommodated unto the service of all that are in any affliction; but very particularly such as are afflicted with the loss of their consorts or children. / By Cotton Mather. ; [Four lines from I Corinthians]
Boston: printed by B. Green & J. Allen for Benjamin Eliot, 1703
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Again; The Righteousness of God, must be our Song in the Night. This was the Song of an afflicted Prophet, Dan. 9. 14. The Lord hath brought the Evil upon us; the Lord our God is Righteous in all the works which He doeth; for we have not obeyed His voice. If a Pharaoh in his Night, could say, The Lord is Righteous, and I am Wicked; much more will a Christian, who is less Wicked, say so. We should come to be of a Thoughtful Temper, when God is Chastising of us, and think, He does it not for nothing! Our Song should now be of this Tenor; Since the most Righteous One is Laying His Hand upon me, Oh, Let me Search ⟨p. 121⟩and Try my ways and Humble my self before Him and obtain the pardon of my Sins, and Reform all that is amiss! And why should I now complain for the punishment of my Sins? Lord, my ways are not equal, but thy ways are always equal.
Again; The Righteousness of God, must be our Song in the Night. This was the Song of an afflicted Prophet, Dan. 9. 14. The Lord hath brought the Evil upon us; the Lord our God is Righteous in all the works which He doeth; for we have not obey'd His voice. If a Pharaoh in his Night, could say, The Lord is Righteous, and I am Wicked; much more will a Christian, who is less Wicked, say so. We should come to be of a Thoughtful Temper, when God is Chastising of us, and think, He does it not for nothing! Our Song should now be of this Tenour; Since the most Righteous One is Laying His Hand upon me, Oh, Let me Search ⟨p. 121⟩and Try my wayes and Humble my self before Him and obtain the pardon of my Sins, and Reform all that is amiss! And why should I now complain for the punishment of my Sins? Lord, my wayes are not equal, but thy wayes are always equal.
Once more; The Power of God, must be our Song in the Night. This was the Song of that Great Saint in his Affliction;