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A lamenting and pleading Postscript.
HOw deep and true a sense my spirit hath had of my Fathers brethren and kindred according to the flesh, (understand me aright:) both of their present sad estate and future misery: and what grief and lamentation it hath occasioned in me (it so nearly concerning them, of whom I once was, and whom I always have loved, and cannot but love tenderly still) the Lord only knoweth. Many times in the bitterness of my Soul have I com∣plained in spirit, and said unto my God, O Lord God, Behold how sweetly and comfortably that stands in o∣thers, which thou hast so forcibly broken down in me! If it were of a true substantial enduring nature, why was it broken down in me? Was I not most naturally formed by thy hand into plainness, into simplicity, into a low, beleeving, broken, self-denying frame of spirit? and this nakedly hanging not upon any worth or excellency in it self, but upon the free dispensation of Life from thee of thine own meer grace, from which it came, and by which it hoped to live? O why did the severity of thy hand go forth so bitterly against it? How couldst thou find in thy heart to wound, trample upon, and destroy such a poor worm and no man? But if it was of a nature devoted to death and destruction, why is it suffered to stand in others? Hast thou snatched me as a brand out of the fire? O who can either endure to be so snatched out, or to undergo the scorching heat thereof, when it is once let loose upon his spirit? Or how shall I bear the miserable sight of so dreadful burnings, as must be kindled upon that which is left behind? When thou once kindlest thy fierce flames, ah what shall become of the poor dry stubble! It is easie