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IF this Blessed Minister of Heaven did comfort him with Words, we must suppose, he humbly besought him to look upon the Glory set before him, and reflect on the vast good, that would arrive to all Mankind by
his Passion, and that he encouraged him to go on with the great work of Redemption, O my Soul! And hath not thy God sent an Angel to thee, a Minister of his Word in thy Afflictions, and encouraged thee by the hopes of Eternal Glory to bear up, and to be undaunted under all the Waves and Billows that went over thee! Nay, hath not thy God himself suggested to thy mind, what benefit thy Affliction would yield, what peaceable fruits of Righteousness, what hatred of Sin, what love to Ho∣liness, and what Humility it would produce! And yet none of these have been able to keep thee from sinking! How sensual is thy Mind! How earthy are thy Affecti∣ons! What Polishing, what Refining do they want yet! And yet if Affliction, which is the Furnace that must purifie the Gold, will not do it, what can be supposed to do it!