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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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Furthermore; The Merry of God should be our Song in the Night. You may hear that Song, in the mouth of the Afflicted Church; Lam 3. 22. It is of the Lords mercies that we are not consumed; because His Compassions fail not. In the Night we are easily Terrified. How apt are we to take up Terrible Apprehensions, when the Night comes upon us: Has the Lord forgotten to be gracious? Is His Mercy clean gone? Hath He shut up His Tender Mercies in Anger? But let us not make rash conclusions from our Sharp Corrections. Our Song should be of such a strain as this; The merciful God punishes me far less than my Iniquities have deserved; and tho' He bereave me of some Comforts, yet He leaves me still a thousand more Comforts than Sorrows. Nor does my Affliction by God, argue my Rejection from God: No, my Affliction ma• be rather an Argument for my Adoption: ⟨p. 124⟩For whom the Lord Loveth, He Chasteneth, and Scourgeth every Son Whom He receiveth. At the last, I shall find, That God is Good in Afflicting of me, and that it is Good for me to be Afflicted.
Furthermore; The Merry of God should be our Song in the Night. You may hear that Song, in the mouth of the Afflicted Church; Lam 3. 22. It is of the Lords mercies that we are not consumed; because His Compassions fail not. In the Night we are easily Terrified. How apt are we to take up Terrible Apprehensions, when the Night comes upon us: Has the Lord forgotten to be gracious? Is His Mercy clean gone? Hath He shut up His Tender Mercies in Anger? But let us not make rash conclusions from our Sharp Corrections. Our Song should be of such a strain as this; The merciful God punishes me far less than my Iniquities have deserved; and tho' He bereave me of some Comforts, yet He leaves me still a thousand more Comforts than Sorrows. Nor does my Affliction by God, argue my Rejection from God: No, my Affliction ma• be rather an Argument for my Adoptione: ⟨p. 124⟩For whom the Lord Loveth, He Chasteneth, and Scou•geth every Son Whom He receiveth. At the last, I shall find, That God is Good in Afflicting of me, and that it is Good for me to be Afflicted.