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Agricola. Or, The religious husbandman: the main intentions of religion, served in the business…
Agricola. Or, The religious husbandman: the main intentions of religion, served in the business and language of husbandry. A work adapted unto the grand purposes of piety; and commended therefore by a number of ministers, to be entertained in the families of the country. : [One line from I Corinthians]Agricola. Or, The religious husbandman: the main intentions of religion, served in the business and language of husbandry. A work adapted unto the grand purposes of piety; and commended therefore by a number of ministers, to be entertained in the families of the countrey. : [One line from I Corinthians]
Boston: printed by T. Fleet for D. Henchman, 1727
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 was demanded of old, Canst thou lift up thy Voice to the Clouds, that abundance of Waters may cover thee? No; Let us Lift up our Voice to the GOD, who commands the Clouds. 'Tis He alone who can send abundance of Waters from thence upon us. He will not so hide Himself in a Cloud, that our Prayer shall not pass through it, and come unto Him.
I have done, The Sermon of this Day, comes to you as one of the Clouds, from whence the Rains ⟨p. 130⟩of Heaven have been distilling upon you. But, Clouds distilling of Rains often bring Thunder with them. The Showers of this Day shall go off in Thunder and Lightning. We shall conclude with a COROLLARY, that shall carry Lightning and Thunder in it.
Surely, The Wicked that shall be turned into Hell, and all they that forget GOD, must see very direful Circumstances. Miserable they, on whom GOD Commands the Clouds to distil no Rains. But, Oh! how miserable they, who go down to the Fires that Burn in the Foundations of the Mountains! My Neighbours, If any of you Die in your Sins, you go to a place, where GOD Commands the Clouds to distil no Rains upon the Miserables. Alas, your Lot must be in such an horrid Land as That; Isa. XXXIV. 9, 10. The Streams thereof shall be turned into Pitch, and the Dust thereof into Brimstone, and the Land thereof shall become burning Pitch; It shall not be quenched Night nor Day, the Smoke thereof shall go up forever. In that place, GOD from His Clouds, being Terrible from his Holy places, only sends down Hail stones and Coals of Fire, and burning Thunderbolts. In that place, the Tormented in vain wish for a Drop of Water to cool their Anguish. There, the Wicked are made as a Fiery Oven, by the Hot Anger of GOD; And the Smoke of their Torment ascends forever and ever.