. Emblems, divine and moral . all bleed for thine. Sin. O groundless deeps! O love beyond degree!Th offended dies to set th offender free. 180 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. S. AvGVST» Lord, if I have done that, for ^vhich thoamayest damn me; thou hast not lost that, wherebythou mayest save me: remember not, sweet Jesus,thy justice against the sinner, but thy benignitytowards thy creature: remember not to proceedagainst a guilty soul, but remember thy mercytowards a miserable wretch: forget the insolenceof the provoker, and behold the misery of theinvokerj for what is Jesus but a Saviour? respec
. Emblems, divine and moral . all bleed for thine. Sin. O groundless deeps! O love beyond degree!Th offended dies to set th offender free. 180 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. S. AvGVST» Lord, if I have done that, for ^vhich thoamayest damn me; thou hast not lost that, wherebythou mayest save me: remember not, sweet Jesus,thy justice against the sinner, but thy benignitytowards thy creature: remember not to proceedagainst a guilty soul, but remember thy mercytowards a miserable wretch: forget the insolenceof the provoker, and behold the misery of theinvokerj for what is Jesus but a Saviour? respect to what thy Son hath done forme, and forget what my sins have done againstthee: my flesh hath provoked thee to vengeance ;let the flesh of Christ move thee to mercy: It ismuch that my rebellions have deserved j but it i»more that my Kedeemer hath merited. EpiG. of mercies! He that was my drudgeIs now my advocate, is now my judge:He suffers, pleads, and sentences alone:Three I adore, and yet adore but One. 181 PSALM LXIX. 15. Let not the uater-flood overflow me, neither let thedeep swallow me up. The worlds a sea; my flesh a ship thats manndWith labring thoughts, and steerd by reasons hand:My hearts the seamans card, whereby she sails jMy loose affections are the greater sails; 182 E3IBLEMS. BOOK 3. The top-sail is my fancy, and the gustsThat fill these wanton sheets, are worldly is the cable, at whose end appearsThe anchor Hope, neer slippd but in our fears:My wills th inconstant pilot, that commandsThe staggring keelj my sins are like the sands:Repentance is the bucket, and mine eyeThe pump unusd (but in extremes) and dry:My conscience is the plummet that does pressThe deeps, but seldom cries, O fathomless:Smooth calms security; the gulph, despair;My freights corruption, and this lifes my fare:My souls the passenger, confusdly drivnFrom fear to fright; her landing port is seas are stormy, and my ship doth leak;My sailors rude; my steersma
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