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A present from a far country, to the people of New England. I. A…A present from a farr countrey, to the people of New England. I. A…
A present from a far country, to the people of New England. I. A great voice from heaven, to these parts of the earth: in an excellent letter full of divine rarities, lately written from a terrible prison in France; / by a pious confessor of the reformed religion, once an inhabitant of this country. ; (With some late remarkables, of the persecution, upon the reformed in that kingdom.) II. The golden bells of the great high priest, heard from heaven, through the land. Or, Meditations, upon the methods of grace, wherein a few faithful persons may be the happy instruments of delivering a land, from all its iniquities & calamities.A present from a farr countrey, to the people of New England. I. A great voice from heaven, to these parts of the earth: in an excellent letter full of divine rarities, lately written from a terrible prison in France; / by a pious confessor of the reformed religion, once an inhabitant of this countrey. ; (With some late remarkables, of the persecution, upon the reformed in that kingdom.) II. The golden bells of the great high priest, heard from heaven, through the land. Or, Meditations, upon the methods of grace, wherein a few faithful persons may be the happy instruments of delivering a land, from all its iniquities & calamities.
Boston: printed by B. Green for Michael Perry, 1698
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A Brief DISCOURSE, Made unto the Great and General Assembly of the… › Conclusion 4: Conclusion. IV.
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Let our Second Plea be This; That God had more Glory from His Judgments on our Lord ⟨p. 45⟩Jesus Christ, than if our people should perish under the Ireful Direful Plagues of His Indignation. In the Calamities of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Perfections of God slash'd out, unto the view of men and Angels, with a Brightness more dazzling, than that of the Brightest Lightning. The Holiness of God was never so glorified, as when He Spared not His own Son, but gave Him up to Death for us. The Wisdom of God, was never so Glorified, as when He cured the desperate Wounds of the Patient, by wounding the Physician. The Power of God was never so Glorified, as when He upheld a man in that conflict, which would have made an Arch Angel saint. The Goodness of God, was never so Glorified, as when He made His only Son, to feel and quench His Burning Displeasure against His Enemies. The Truth of God was never so Glorified, as when He Inflicted upon our Lord, all that He had Threatened unto us. If all the Trees of the Woods in this Country were laid in one pile, and all the Men Laid on that pile, and the Breath of the Lord, like a Stream of Brimstone, should kindle it, there would not be such a Discovery of the Greatness and the Glory of God, as there ha's been, in the Death of our Lord Jesus Christ. That Cry, in the Mouth of our Lord Jesus Christ, Oh! my God! Why hast thou forsaken me? ha's proclaimed the Glory of God, infinitely more than if our Houses were ⟨p. 46⟩all filled with the Cries, of Murdered infants and Ravished Women, and Men Massacred by Indian Salvages.
Let our Second Plea be This; That God had more Glory from His Judgments on our Lord ⟨p. 45⟩Jesus Christ, than if our people should perish under the Ireful Direful Plagues of His Indignation. In the Calamities of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Perfections of God slash'd out, unto the view of men and Angels, with a Brightness more dazling, than that of the Brightest Lightning. The Holiness of God was never so glorified, as when He Spared not His own Son, but gave Him up to Death for us. The Wisdom of God, was never so Glorified, as when He cured the desperate Wounds of the Patient, by wounding the Physician. The Power of God was never so Glorified, as when He upheld a man in that conflict, which would have made an Arch Angel saint. The Goodness of God, was never so Glorified, as when He made His only Son, to feel and quench His Burning Displeasure against His Enemies. The Truth of God was never so Glorified, as when He Inflicted upon our Lord, all that He had Threatened unto us. If all the Trees of the Woods in this Countrey were laid in one pile, and all the Men Laid on that pile, and the Breath of the Lord, like a Stream of Brimstone, should kindle it, there would not be such a Discovery of the Greatness and the Glory of God, as there ha's been, in the Death of our Lord Jesus Christ. That Cry, in the Mouth of our Lord Jesus Christ, Oh! my God! Why hast thou forsaken me? ha's proclamed the Glory of God, infinitely more than if our Houses were