Vse 4.
Hence also we infer the incomparable sweetness of the Christian Religion,* 1.1 that shews poor sinners such a fair Foundation to rest their trembling Consciences upon. While poor distressed Souls look to themselves, they are perpetually puzled. That's the cry of distressed natural conscience, Mica. 6.6. Where with shall I come before the Lord,* 1.2 the Hebrew is 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 how shall I prevent or anticipate the Lord?* 1.3 and so Montanus renders it in quo preoccupabo Dominum, conscience sees God arming himself with wrath to avenge himself for sin, crys out, O how shall I prevent him! If he would accept the fruit of my body (those dear pledges of nature) for the sin of my Soul, he should have them: But now we see God coming down in flesh, and so intimately uniting our flesh to himself; that it hath no proper subsistance of its own, but is united with the Divine person, hence it's easie to imagine what worth and value must be in that blood, and how eternal love springing forth trium∣phantly from it, flourishes into Pardon, Grace, and Peace. Here is a way in which the sinner may see Justice and Mercy kissing each other, and the latter exercised freely, without prejudice to the former. All others Consciences through the world lie either in a deep sleep in the Devils arms, or else are rouling (Sea sick) upon the waves of their own fears, and dismal presages. O happy are they that have dropt Anchor on this ground, and not only know they have peace, but why they have it.