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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47081	Mercy triumphing over judgement or, A warning for Sabbath-breakers Published for Gods glory and the benefit of all true Christians. By me Thomas Jones, of the City of Hereford. Who for prophaning the Lords Day was [m]ost miraculously strucken by the hand of God, and ut[te]rly depriv'd of all my senses, for the space of 4 years; [an]d now by his great mercy (upon my hearty repen[ta]nce) being perfectly restored to my former health, I [w]as moved to set forth this ensuing relation, as a testi[m]ony of my thankfulnesse to God for his fatherly [ch]astisement; and that all others by my example, may [b]e deterred from so hainous an offence as Sabbath-breaking.	Jones, Thomas, of Hereford.	1641 (1641)	Wing J993A; ESTC S103195	21,118	49

on Whitsunday For then I know from God I went astray Within six weekes the Surgeon came againe To me but then they said I told him plaine I knew him not wherefore he did reply Your braines I felt when you were like to dye Witnesse this bone which then I tooke from you My friends did say alas it 's too too true He under God did save your life on earth And gave a being to your second birth Then as a child I did begin to goe And senselesse liv'd of griefe of paine of woe My mother and my friends newly did grieve And prayd that I so simple might not live They of a wedding speake where I had beene Wishing that I those parties nere had seene Whereat I mus'd for I had cleane forgot The same alas said I I know it not Hath not the Lord new moulded me agen And makes me now a spectacle for men To gaze upon but t is my makers pleasure Which I imbrace as worldlings doe their treasure His Sabbath I prophan'd not once nor twice But too too oft for which I Sacrifice These sighs of mine my wound it fairely heal'd Which pleas'd my Surgeon well yet he appeal'd To God he could not make me speake againe Yet I but halfe a yeare did so remaine Nay in a moneth or two my health I had Though weake and feeble melancholly sad But then my Mother she my double nurse Departed home whereat I griev'd far worse To thinke my faculties from me were gon Which made me sigh and pray to God alone For grace and that he would be pleas'd to see My dolefull case my feare infirmitie In mercy then my memory he sent Againe and gave me grace for to repent Then on the Sabbath day my thoughts did run I griev'd I mourn'd to thinke what I had done On Whitsunday before declar'd alas For which I feare the heav'ns brought this to passe On me and makes me to the world relate The cause that mortall man that sin may hate My heart condemnes me still for that offence Cause seven weeks after I had lost each sense My memory fayld in all things that I knew Before that time which I before did shew Then in my griefe I slept and in my sleepe The Angell spoke that did my body keepe Yet foure and thou shalt be as thou hast beene Which made me hope at foure weeks end t' have seene It come to passe but that night in a Dreame The Angell spake againe foure yeares I meane With that I wak't and prais'd the God of might Who in my sleepe resolv'd my doubt that night Which made my heart rejoyce then as I prayd The spirit spake againe and thus it said Gods sacred Booke take thou and understand His will read it and marke what he commands Doe not despaire he knowes thy judgement 's weake Thy heart he knows what thy tongue would speake Observe and note his mercies manifold To haynous sinners our fore-forefathers old Which Booke in time I read in hope in feare Yet speechlesse I remain'd for halfe a yeare After that dreadfull accident most strange But then my desperate thoughts to faith did change Now when the Idoll of vaine pleasure she Whom on the Lords day I did ride to see Was of her sicknesse late recovered quite Her lewd temptation made my soule affright But then I found God was displeas'd likewise With her the Load-stone to my miseries For on his blessed day his day of rest His word I loath'd when she my heart possest To her I rid who likewise did prophane Gods day for which offence she came to shame That yeare she from those parts disgracefull fled And in another shire was brought to bed The child being borne of it she was bereft By death ere since her native place she left Thefore I pray as God converted me Doe so O Lord to her where ere she be Then from my mother speedily I heard My father in law lay sicke his death she fear'd Which made me strive to write my mind againe To her and then I wisht her to refraine To grieve excessively if he should dye God would provide enough fot her and I After which time eight dayes he liv'd the most Then as they say he yeelded up the ghost Which when I heard I griev'd yet then I thought that God did looke on me agen And for my mothers good this chance befell That after ages may this Story tell When she was married to that second man I then being Prentice from my Master ran Because I griev'd at her unluckie fate I fear'd her choice would prove unfortunate Which soone did come to passe his gains did slip Still through his hands by too oft suretiship Which made my mother vex she wept she griev'd Yea small content she had while here he liv'd Wherefore this dire mischance the Lord did send To me that she in Wales might me attend But when to Hereford she was return'd Within eight dayes she for her husband mourn'd Whose unexpected death perplext her heart But then Mans chiefe protector tooke her part On her my thoughts did run I could not rest Untill she yeelded to my small request Which onely was that she would live with me The which the pow'rs divine did first decree With me my fathers name she had againe ' Cause I her son as husband did remaine Two yeares being past and gon in hope I liv'd At Bath to gaine my speech for which I griev'd Which made me often to be vext and crost For all my faculties and speech I lost At Bath I stayd nine dayes in expectation Not as brave gallants doe for recreation But I with Faith and hope my time did spend Then as from Bath I rid at the Townes end My horse did stumble at a heape of stones Whereon I fell there might I breake my bones My foot within the Srirrop hung to shew My life my soule my all to God I owe He made my horse afraid to stirre or move From thence untill my foot I did remove Out of the Stirrop then my friend came in And held my horse who saw that I had bin Deliv'red safe from harme but fearefull sad Which made me thinke upon a dreame I had Two yeares before my heart did then perceive God might my braines dash out and me bereave Of life because I did mistrust that he At foure yeares end would make me be As I had beene Lord pardon me for it And I shall wait untill thou thinkst it fit To make me sound yet I in Bristoll stayd At that new well till I was there afraid Of Gods all-seeing power then did I grieve Because my faith would not a dreame beleeve And I returned home againe with speed Where for my secret sins my heart did bleed Then did I call to mind what God had pend There I observ'd Gods mercies hath no end Made knowne by 's Prophets and Apostles grave Which did increase my faith and comfort gave To me yea there I