not up Trophies to himself, but Triumphs in his God. I will love thee, O Lord my strength. As the love Of God is the beginning of all our mercies, so love To God should be the end and effect of them all. As the stream leads us to the spring, so all the gifts of God must lead us to the giver of them. Lord, thou hast saved me from sickness, I will love thee; from Death and Hell, I will love thee; on me thou hast bestowed Grace and comfort, I will love thee, O Lord my strength. And after he had heaped on God all the sweet names he could devise, vers. 2. As a true Saint thinks he can never speak too well of God, or too ill of himself, then he begins his Narrative.
I. Of his Dangers, verse 4, 5. Snares of death, Flouds of ungodly men, Sorrows of Hell. Hell and Earth are combin'd against each Holy man, and will trouble him suffi∣ciently in this World, if they cannot keep him out of a better.
II. Of his retreat, and that was earnest prayer to God, verse 6. I called upon th•…•… Lord, and cryed unto my God. [When our Prayers are Cryes ardent and importunate then they speed] my Cry came before him, •…•…ven into his ears. The mother trifles, while the child whimpers, but when he raises his note, strains every nerve, and tries