hope is lively, and our faith is that victory, which overcometh the world.
Nor need this Method seeme grievous unto us, for these very words, Fui mortuus I was dead, may put life and light into it, and commend it, not onely as the truest, but as a plaine and easie me∣thod: For by his Death we must understand all those fore-running miseries, all that he suffer'd before his death, which were as the Traine, and Ceremony, as the officers of the High priest to lead him to it; as poverty, scorne and contempt, the burden of our sinnes, his Agony and bloudy sweat, which we must look upon as the principles of this Heavenly science, by which our best master learned to succour us in our sufferings, to lift us up out of our graves, and to rayse us from the dead. There is life in his death, and comfort in his suffe∣rings; for we have not such an High priest, who will not help us, but which is one, and a chief end of his suffering and death who is touch'd with the feeling of our Infirmities, and is mercifull and faithfull, Heb. 2.17. hath not onely power, (for that he may have, and not shew it) but a will and propension, a desire, and diligent care to hold up them who are ready to fall, and to bring them back, who were even brought to the Gates of death. Indeed mercy without power can beget but a good wish, Saint James his complementall charity; Be ye warmed, and be ye filled, and be ye comforted, which leaves us cold, and empty, and comfortlesse: and Power without mercy, will nei∣ther strengthen a weak knee, nor heale a broken heart, may as well strike us dead, as revive us; but Mercy and Power, when they meet and kisse each other, will work a miracle, will uphold us when we fall, and rayse us from the dead, will give eyes to the blind, and strength to the weak, will make a fiery furnace a Bath, a Rack a Bed, and persecution a Blessing, will call those sorrowes that are, as if they were not; such a virtue, and force, such life there is in these three words, I was dead.
For though his compassion and mercy were coeternall with him as God, yet as man, didicit, he learnt it. He came into the world, as into a Schoole, and there learnt it by his sufferings and death, Heb. 5.8. For the way to be sensible of anothers misery, is first to feele it in our selves; it must be ours, or if it be not ours, we must make it ours, before our heart will melt; I must take my brother into my self, I must make my self as him, before I help him; I must be that Lazar that beggs of me, and then I give; I must be that wounded man by the way side, and then I powre my oyle and wine into his wounds, and take care of him; I must feele the Hell of sinne in my self, before I can snatch my Brother out of the fire. Compassion is first learnt at home, and then it walks abroad, and is eyes to the blind, and feet to the lame, and heales two at once, both the miserable, and