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This day my Saviour rose,
Who want herbs for their wound.
The rest of our creation Our great Redeemer did remove With the same shake which, at his passion, Did the earth and all things with it move. As Samson bore the doors away, Christ's hands, though nail'd, wrought our salvation,
And did unhinge that day.
The brightness of that day
And fit for paradise.
Thou art a day of mirth:
Flame goes to heav'n, from whence it once did come,
LIFE A TRAGEDY.
Man's life's a tragedy; his mother's womb
Folly, and vice, are actors; the first cry
Sir Henry Wotton.
THE TWO FOLDING-DOORS.
Death is a gate, that opens differently
The soul on earth is an immortal guest,
More. THE DEW AND THE SMALL RAIN.
The doctrine of the Gospel is like the dew and the small rain that distilleth upon the tender grass, wherewith it doth flourish and is kept green. Christians are like the several flowers in a garden, that have each of then the dew of heaven, which, being shaken with the wind, they let fall at each others' roots, whereby they are jointly nourished, and become nourishers of each other.
LIFE A SHADOW.
Life a right shadow is;
PRECEPT AND PRACTICE.
The snuffers in the tabernacle were directed to be made of pure gold—the moral of which seems to be, that they who profess to make others burn brighter, must take heed that the light that is in them be not darkness.”
THE WORLD A HIVE.
The world's a hive,
From whence thou canst derive
But case thou meet
Some petty, petty sweet,
LIFE IN A CRAZY SHIP AND TROUBLED SEA.
They who in a crazy vessel navigate a sea, wherein are shoals and currents innumerable, if they would keep their course or reach their port in safety, must carefully repair the smallest injuries, and often throw out their line and take their observations. In the voyage of life also, the Christian who would not make shipwreck of his faith, while he is habitually watchful and provident, must often make it his express business to look into his state, and to ascertain his progress.
THE NARROW CIRCLE OF LIFE.
Our life is but a narrow circle, and when in its centre we are not far from its edge; and as we daily advance towards its boundaries, let us keep the transition that awaits us constantly before our eyes.