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Silentiarius. A brief essay on the holy silence and godly patience, that sad things…
Silentiarius. A brief essay on the holy silence and godly patience, that sad things are to be entertained withal. A sermon at Boston-Lecture, on the death of Mrs. Abigail Willard, and the day before her interment; who expired Septemb. 26. 1721. / By her father. ; Whereunto there is added, a sermon on, the refuge of the distressed, which was preached on the Lord's-Day preceding.Silentiarius. A brief essay on the holy silence and godly patience, that sad things are to be entertained withal. A sermon at Boston-Lecture, on the death of Mrs. Abigail Willard, and the day before her interment; who expired Septemb. 26. 1721. / By her father. ; Whereunto there is added, a sermon on, the refuge of the distressed, which was preached on the Lord's-Day preceeding.
Boston: printed by S. Kneeland, 1721
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The Refuge of the Distressed.
BOSTON, 24. d VII. m. 1721. When my DAUGHTER was lying at the point of Death.
ISAIAH XXXVIII. 14. O Lord, I am Oppressed; Undertake for me.
THE Wis•st Course, the Only Course! It was well done, O Servant of the Lord: Whither, whither else couldest thou have gone for Help? Where else couldest thou have applied thy self with any comfortable Expectation? An Imitation of this Holy Example, is the Thing I have to propose unto my Hearers. In such an Evil World as this present World, we cannot be without frequent and many ⟨p. 2⟩Occasions. But at this Evil Time, the Occasions multiply exceedingly. Lord, How are the Things increased which trouble us! Many, many are the Loads that we feel Oppressing of us. The Wounds given to many, in the Deaths which take away the Desire of their Eyes with a Tragical Stroke; And the Weary Nights that are appointed for many more in the Condition of our Families; These are some of the many Things, that cause us to groan, Lord, I am Oppressed under what is done unto me. How often are we distressed, until we even Cry out of our Oppression? Whither shall we Look in our Distresses, but unto Him alone, who can Support and Rescue us? Lord, whither shall we go from thee! Thou hast the Words of all our Help!