into Darkness, and chased out of the World, by the Violence of stormy Winds, and of human Hands. While our Souls bless the Lord, who healeth our Di∣seases, and redeemeth our Lives from Destruction, who stilleth the Noise of the Seas, the Noise of their Waves, and the Tumult of the People; let us pray, that the People may be forgiven all their Iniquity, and so the Inhabitants of this Land may not say, we are sick: nor have Occasion, or Colour, of Complaint, that their Blood is shed like Water—poured forth with∣out Pity or Remorse—too often the sad Consequence of intestine Jars and Quarrels. Let us beseech the Lord, who ruleth the raging of the Sea, to restrain the Wrath of Men, which is cruel when it breaketh out in mobbish Fury, or military Resentment.
THERE is the Joy of a plentiful Harvest, in which we are to sing with Gladness, and shout forth the Praises of Him that hath given us fruitful Seasons, and crowned the Year with his Goodness so that we have all Things necessary and convenient for Life and Godliness still given us richly to enjoy, tho' so much of the worldly Substance of many, especially in this and other maritime Towns, hath been destroyed by the raging Tempest, and swelling Tide. By whatever Means our Estates have been dimished, or our thriv∣ing in them obstructed,—whether by impoverishing Events of divine Providence, or oppressive Measures of human Government, or our own Imprudence, yet the good Encrease of our Land (free from Parliamentary Taxation) certainly calls for the Observation of this an∣niversary Solemnity. In which, while we with Hearts full of Food and Gladness give Thanks to the Author of our Plenty, let us take heed, and pray, that our Table may not become a Snare before us, and what is de∣signed