The balm of Gilead, or, Comforts for the distressed, both morall and divine most fit for these woful times / by Jos. Hall.
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The balm of Gilead, or, Comforts for the distressed, both morall and divine most fit for these woful times / by Jos. Hall.
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Hall, Joseph, 1574-1656.
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London :: Printed by Thomas Newcomb, and are to be sold by John Holden ...,
1650.
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Devotional exercises.
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"The balm of Gilead, or, Comforts for the distressed, both morall and divine most fit for these woful times / by Jos. Hall." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A45113.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 1, 2024.
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§ 9. 8 Com∣fort: The necessity of expecting sickness.
Thou art surprized with
Sickness; whose fault is this
but thine own? Who bade
thee not to look for so sure a
guest? The very frame of thy
body should have put thee in∣to
other thoughts: Dost thou
see this living fabrick made
up as a clock consisting of so
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many wheels, and gimmers?
and couldst thou imagine that
some of them should not be
ever out of order? Couldst
thou think that a Cottage,
not too strongly built,
and standing so bleak in
the very mouth of the
Windes, could for any
long time hold tight, and
unreaved? Yea, dost thou not
rather wonder that it hath
out-stood so many blustring
blasts, thus long, utterly un∣ruined?
or that the wires of
that engine should so long
have held pace with time?
It was scarce 〈◊〉〈◊〉 patient que∣stion
which Job asked: Is my
strength the strength of stones?
or is my fl••sh as brass? No,
alas, Job, thy best metal is
but ••lay; and thine, as all flesh,
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is grasse; the clay moulde∣reth,
and the grasse withe∣reth;
what doe we make ac∣count
of any thing but mi∣sery
and ficklenesse in this
wofull region of change? If
we will needs over-reckon
our condition, we doe but
help to aggravate our owne
wretchednesse.