CXXII. Upon the hearing of Thunder.
THere is no Grace whereof I finde so generall a want in my self and others as an awfull fear of the infinite Majesty of God. Men are ready to affect and professe a kinde of Familiarity with God, out of a pretence of love; [ D] whereas if they knew him aright, they could not think of him without dread, nor name him without trembling: their narrow hearts strive to conceive of him according to the scantling of their own streight and ignorant apprehension; whereas they should only desire to have their thoughts swallowed up with an adoring wonder of his Divine incomprehensiblenesse. Though he thunder not alwaies, he is alwayes equally dreadfull; there is none of his works which doth not bewray Omnipotency.
I blush at the sawcinesse of vain men, that will be circumscribing the power∣full acts of the Almighty within the compasse of Naturall Causes; forbearing to wonder at what they professe to know. Nothing but Ignorance can be [ E] guilty of this Boldnesse. There is no Divinity but in an humble fear, no Philo∣sophy but a silent admiration.