allowance Doubtless thou hadst herein no small respect to the faith of Jairus unto whose house thou wert going That good man had but one onely Daughter which lay sick in the beginning of his suit ere the end lay dead Whilst she lived his hope lived her death disheartned it It was a great work that thou meantest to doe for him it was a great word that thou saidst to him Fear not believe and she shall be made whole To make this good by the touch of the verge of thy garment thou revivedst one from the verge of death How must Jairus needs now think He who by the virtue of his garment can pull this woman out of the paws of death which hath been twelve years dying can as well by the power of his word pull my daughter who hath been twelve years living out of the jaws of death which hath newly seized on her It was fit the good Ruler should be raised up with this handsell of thy Divine power whom he came to solicit That thou mightest lose no time thou curedst in thy passage The Sun stands not still to give his influences but diffuses them in his ordinary motion How shall we imitate thee if we suffer our hands to be out of ure with good Our life goes away with our time we lose that which we improve not The Patient laboured of an Issue of bloud a Disease that had not more pain then shame nor more natural infirmity then Legal impurity Time added to her grief twelve long years had she languished under this wofull complaint Besides the tediousness diseases must needs get head by continuance and so much more both weaken Nature and strengthen themselves by how much longer they afflict us So it is in the Soul so in the State Vices which are the Sicknesses of both when they grow inveterate have a strong plea for their abode and uncontrolableness Yet more to mend the matter Poverty which is another disease was superadded to her sickness She had spent all she had upon Physicians Whilst she had wherewith to make much of her self and to procure good tendance choice diet and all the succours of a distressed languishment she could not but find some mitigation of her sorrow but now want began to pinch her no less then her distemper and help'd to make her perfectly miserable Yet could she have parted from her substance with ease her complaint had been the less Could the Physicians have given her if not health yet relaxation and painlesness her means had not been mis-bestowed but now she suffered many things from them many an unpleasing potion many tormenting incisions and divulsions did she endure from their hands the Remedy was equal in trouble to the Disease Yet had the cost and pain been never so great could she have hereby purchased health the match had been happy all the world were no price for this commodity but alas her estate was the worse her body not the better her money was wasted not her disease Art could give her neither cure nor hope It were injurious to blame that noble Science for that it always speeds not Notwithstanding all those sovereign remedies men must in their times sicken and die Even the miraculous Gifts of healing could not preserve the owners from disease and dissolution It were pity but that this woman should have been thus sick the nature the durableness cost pain incurableness of her disease both sent her to seek Christ and moved Christ to her cure Our extremities drive us to our Saviour his love draws him to be most present and helpfull to our extremities When we are forsaken of all succours and hopes we are fittest for his redress Never are we nearer to help then when we despair of help There is no fear no danger but in our own insensibleness This woman was a stranger to Christ it seems she had never seen him The report of his Miracles had lifted her up to such a confidence of his power and mercy as that she said in her self If I may but touch the hem of his garment I shall be whole The shame of her Disease stopt her mouth from any verbal suit Had she been acknown of her infirmity she had been shunned and abhorred and disdainfully put back of all the beholders as doubtless where she was known the Law forced her to live apart Now she conceals both her grief and her desire and her Faith and onely speaks where she may be bold within her self If I may but touch the hem of his garment I shall be whole I seek not mysteries in the virtue of the hem rather then of the garment Indeed it was God's command to Israel that they should be marked not onely in their skin but in their cloaths too those fringes and ribbands upon the borders of their garments were for holy memorials of their duty and God's Law But that hence she supposed to find more virtue and sanctity in the touch of the hem then of the coat I neither dispute nor believe It was the site not the signification that she intimated not as of the best part but the utmost In all likelihood if there could have been virtue in the garment the nearer to the body the more Here was then the praise of this woman's Faith that she promiseth her self cure by the touch of the utmost hem Whosoever would look to receive any benefit from Christ must come in Faith It is that onely which makes us capable of any favour Satan the common ape of the Almighty imitates him also in this point All his charms and spells are ineffectual without the Faith of the user of the receiver Yea the endeavour and issue of all both humane and spiritual things depends upon our Faith Who would commit a plant or a seed to the earth if he did not believe to have it nursed in that kindly bosome What Merchant would put himself upon the guard of an inch-board in a furious Sea if he did not trust to the faithfull custody of that planck Who would trade or travell or war or marry if he did not therein surely trust he should speed well What benefit can we look to carry from a Divine exhortation if we do not believe it will edify us from a Sacramental banquet the food of Angels if we do not believe it will nourish our Souls from our best Devotions if we do not perswade our selves they will fetch down blessings Oh our vain and heartless services if we do not say May I drink but one drop of that heavenly Nectar may I tast but one crum of that Bread of life may I hear but one word from the mouth of Christ may I send up but one hearty sigh or ejaculation of an holy desire to my God I shall be whole According to her resolution is her practice She touched but she came behind to touch whether for humility or her secrecy rather as desiring to steal a cure unseen unnoted She was a
acknowledges a virtue inherent in her It was his virtue that cured her yet he graciously casts this work upon her Faith Not that her Faith did it by way of merit by way of efficiency but by way of impetration So much did our Saviour regard that Faith which he had wrought in her that he will honour it with the success of her Cure Such and the same is still the remedy of our spiritual diseases our sins By faith we are justified by faith we are saved Thou onely O Saviour canst heal us thou wilt not heal us but by our Faith not as it issues from us but as it appropriates thee The sickness is ours the remedy is ours the sickness is our own by nature the remedy ours by thy grace both working and accepting it Our Faith is no less from thee then thy Cure is from our Faith O happy dismission Go in peace How unquiet had this poor Soul formerly been She had no outward peace with her Neighbours they shunned and abhorred her presence in this condition yea they must doe so She had no peace in Body that was pained and vexed with so long and foul a disease Much less had she peace in her Mind which was grievously disquieted with sorrow for her sickness with anger and discontentment at her torturing Physicians with fear of the continuance of so bad a guest Her Soul for the present had no peace from the sense of her guiltiness in the carriage of this business from the conceived displeasure of him to whom she came for comfort and redress At once now doth our Saviour calm all these storms and in one word and act restores to her peace with her Neighbours peace in her Self peace in Body in Mind in Soul Goe in peace Even so Lord it was for thee onely who art the Prince of Peace to bestow thy peace where thou pleasest Our body mind Soul estate is thine whether to afflict or ease It is a wonder if all of us do not ail somewhat In vain shall we speak peace to our selves in vain shall the world speak peace to us except thou say to us as thou didst to this distressed soul Goe in peace XXV Jairus and his Daughter HOW troublesome did the people's importunity seem to Jairus That great man came to sue unto Jesus for his dying Daughter the throng of the multitude intercepted him Every man is most sensible of his own necessity It is no straining courtesy in the challenge of our interest in Christ there is no unmannerliness in our strife for the greatest share in his presence and benediction That onely Child of this Ruler lay a dying when he came to solicit Christ's aid and was dead whilst he solicited it There was hope in her sickness in her extremity there was fear in her death despair and impossibility as they thought of help Thy daughter is dead trouble not the Master When we have to doe with a mere finite power this word were but just He was a Prophet no less then a King that said Whilst the child was yet alive I fasted and wept for I said Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me that the child may live But now he is dead wherefore should I fast Can I bring him back again I shall goe to him but he shall not return to me But since thou hast to doe with an omnipotent agent know now O thou faithless messenger that death can be no bar to his power How well would it have become thee to have said Thy daughter is dead but who can tell whether thy God and Saviour will not be gracious to thee that the child may revive Cannot he in whose hands are the issues of death bring her back again Here were more Manners then Faith Trouble not the Master Infidelity is all for ease and thinks every good work tedious That which Nature accounts troublesome is pleasing and delightfull to Grace Is it any pain for an hungry man to eat O Saviour it was thy meat and drink to doe thy Father's will and his will was that thou shouldst bear our griefs and take away our sorrows It cannot be thy trouble which is our happiness that we may still sue to thee The messenger could not so whisper his ill news but Jesus heard it Jairus hears that he feared and was now heartless with so sad tidings He that resolved not to trouble the Master meant to take so much more trouble to himself and would now yield to a hopeless sorrow He whose work it is to comfort the afflicted rouzeth up the dejected heart of that pensive father Fear not believe onely and she shall be made whole The word was not more chearfull then difficult Fear not Who can be insensible of so great an evil Where death hath once seized who can but doubt he will keep his hold No less hard was it not to grieve for the loss of an onely Child then not to fear the continuance of the cause of that grief In a perfect Faith there is no Fear by how much more we fear by so much less we believe Well are these two then coupled Fear not believe onely O Saviour if thou didst not command us somewhat beyond Nature it were no thank to us to obey thee While the Child was alive to believe that it might recover it was no hard task but now that she was fully dead to believe she should live again was a work not easy for Jairus to apprehend though easy for thee to effect yet must that be believed else there is no capacity of so great a Mercy As Love so Faith is stronger then death making those bonds no other then as Sampson did his withes like threds of tow How much natural impossibility is there in the return of these Bodies from the dust of their Earth into which through many degrees of corruption they are at the last mouldred Fear not O my Soul believe onely it must it shall be done The sum of Jairus his first suit was for the Health not for the Resuscitation of his Daughter now that she was dead he would if he durst have been glad to have asked her Life And now behold our Saviour bids him expect both her Life and her Health Thy daughter shall be made whole alive from her death whole from her disease Thou didst not O Jairus thou daredst not ask so much as thou receivest How glad wouldst thou have been since this last news to have had thy Daughter alive though weak and sickly Now thou shalt receive her not living onely but sound and vigorous Thou dost not O Saviour measure thy gifts by our petitions but by our wants and thine own mercies This work might have been as easily done by an absent command the Power of Christ was there whilst himself was away but he will go personally to the place that he might be confessed the Authour of so great a Miracle O Saviour thou lovest to go to the house of
not weeping his Hand seconds his Tongue He arrests the Coffin and frees the Prisoner Young man I say unto thee Arise the Lord of life and death speaks with command No finite power could have said so without presumption or with success That is the voice that shall one day call up our vanished bodies from those elements into which they are resolved and raise them out of their dust Neither sea nor death nor hell can offer to detain their dead when he charges them to be delivered Incredulous nature what dost thou shrink at the possibility of a Resurrection when the God of nature undertakes it It is no more hard for that Almighty Word which gave being unto all things to say Let them be repaired then Let them be made I do not see our Saviour stretching himself upon the dead corps as Elias and Elisha upon the Sons of the Sunamite and Sareptan nor kneeling down and praying by the Bier as Peter did to Dorcas but I hear him so speaking to the dead as if he were alive and so speaking to the dead that by the word he makes him alive I say unto thee Arise Death hath no power to bid that man lie still whom the Son of God bids Arise Immediatly he that was dead sate up So at the sound of the last Trumpet by the power of the same voice we shall arise out of the dust and stand up glorious this mortal shall put on immortality this corruptible incorruption This body shall not be buried but sown and at our day shall therefore spring up with a plentifull increase of glory How comfortless how desperate should be our lying down if it were not for this assurance of rising And now behold lest our weak faith should stagger at the assent to so great a difficulty he hath already by what he hath done given us tasts of what he will doe The power that can raise one man can raise a thousand a million a world No power can raise one man but that which is infinite and that which is infinite admits of no limitation Under the Old Testament God raised one by Elias another by Elisha living a third by Elisha dead By the hand of the Mediatour of the New Testament he raised here the son of the Widow the daughter of Jairus Lazarus and in attendence of his own Resurrection he made a Gaol-delivery of holy Prisoners at Jerusalem He raises the daughter of Jairus from her Bed this Widow's son from his Coffin Lazarus from his Grave the dead Saints of Jerusalem from their Rottenness that it might appear no degree of death can hinder the efficacy of his over-ruling command He that keeps the keys of death cannot onely make way for himself through the common Hall and outer rooms but through the inwardest and most reserved closets of darkness Methinks I see this young man who was thus miraculously awaked from his deadly sleep wiping and rubbing those eyes that had been shut up in death and descending from the Bier wrapping his winding-sheet about his loins cast himself down in a passionate thankfulness at the feet of his Almighty Restorer adoring that Divine power which had commanded his soul back again to her forsaken lodging and though I hear not what he said yet I dare say they were words of praise and wonder which his returned soul first uttered It was the Mother whom our Saviour pitied in this act not the Son who now forced from his quiet rest must twice pass through the gates of death As for her sake therefore he was raised so to her hands was he delivered that she might acknowledge that soul given to her not to the possessour Who cannot feel the amazement and ecstasie of joy that was in this revived mother when her son now salutes her from out of another world and both receives and gives gratulations of his new life How suddenly were all the tears of that mournfull train dried up with a joyfull astonishment How soon is that Funeral-banquet turned into a new Birth-day-feast What striving was here to salute the late carkass of their returned neighbour What awfull and admiring looks were cast upon that Lord of life who seeming homely was approved Omnipotent How gladly did every tongue celebrate both the work and the authour A great Prophet is raised up amongst us and God hath visited his people A Prophet was the highest name they could find for him whom they saw like themselves in shape above themselves in power They were not yet acquainted with God manifested in the flesh This Miracle might well have assured them of more then a Prophet but he that raised the dead man from the Bier would not suddenly raise these dead hearts from the grave of Infidelity They shall see reason enough to know that the Prophet who was raised up to them was the God that now visited them and at last should doe as much for them as he had done for the young man raise them from death to life from dust to glory XIV The Ruler's Son cured THE Bounty of God so exceedeth man's that there is a contrariety in the exercise of it We shut our hands because we opened them God therefore opens his because he hath opened them God's mercies are as comfortable in their issue as in themselves Seldome ever do blessings go alone Where our Saviour supplied the Bride-groom's Wine there he heals the Ruler's Son He had not in all these coasts of Galilee done any Miracle but here To him that hath shall be given We do not find Christ oft attended with Nobility here he is It was some great Peer or some noted Courtier that was now a suitour to him for his dying Son Earthly Greatness is no defence against Afflictions We men forbear the mighty Disease and Death know no faces of Lords or Monarchs Could these be bribed they would be too rich Why should we grudge not to be privileged when we see there is no spare of the Greatest This noble Ruler listens after Christ's return into Galilee The most eminent amongst men will be glad to hearken after Christ in their necessity Happy was it for him that his Son was sick he had not else been acquainted with his Saviour his Soul had continued sick of ignorance and unbelief Why else doth our good God send us pain losses opposition but that he may be sought to Are we afflicted whither should we go but to Cana to seek Christ whither but to the Cana of Heaven where our water of sorrow is turned to the wine of gladness to that Omnipotent Physician who healeth all our infirmities that we may once say It is good for me that I was afflicted It was about a day's journey from Capernaum to Cana Thence hither did this Courtier come for the cure of his Son's Fever What pains even the greatest can be content to take for bodily health No way is long no labour tedious to the desirous Our Souls are sick of a spiritual fever
perpetuall Miracle O God which thou workest for our preservation Without thee there is no more power in the grain to multiply then in the loaf it is thou that givest it a body at thy pleasure even to every seed his own body it is thou that givest fulness of bread and cleanness of teeth It is no reason thy goodness should be less magnified because it is universall One or two baskets could have held the five loaves and two fishes not less then twelve can hold the remainders The Divine munificence provides not for our necessity onely but for our abundance yea superfluity Envy and ignorance whilst they make God the authour of enough are ready to impute the surplusage to another cause as we commonly say of Wine that the liquour is God's the excess Satan's Thy Table O Saviour convinces them which had more taken away then set on thy Blessing makes an estate not competent onely but rich I hear of barns full of plenty and presses bursting out with new wine as the rewards of those that honour thee with their substance I hear of heads anointed with oyl and cups running over O God as thou hast a free hand to give so let us have a free heart to return thee the praise of thy Bounty Those fragments were left behind I do not see the people when they had filled their bellies cramming their pockets or stuffing their wallets yet the place was desart and some of them doubtless had far home It becomes true Disciples to be content with the present not too solicitous for the future O Saviour thou didst not bid us beg bread for to morrow but for to day not that we should refuse thy bounty when thou pleasest to give but that we should not distrust thy Providence for the need we may have Even these fragments though but of barley loaves and fish-bones may not be left in the desart for the compost of that earth whereon they were increased but by our Saviour's holy and just command are gathered up The liberall housekeeper of the world will not allow the loss of his orts the childrens bread may not be given to dogs and if the crums fall to their share it is because their smalness admits not of a collection If those who out of obedience or due thrift have thought to gather up crums have found them pearls I wonder not Surely both are alike the good creatures of the same Maker and both of them may prove equally costly to us in their wilfull mis-spending But oh what shall we say that not crusts and crums not loaves and dishes and cups but whole patrimonies are idly lavisht away not merely lost this were more easy but ill spent in a wicked riot upon dice drabs drunkards Oh the fearfull account of these unthrifty Bailifs which shall once be given in to our great Lord and Master when he shall call us to a strict reckoning of all our talents He was condemned that increased not the summe concredited to him what shall become of him that lawlesly impairs it Who gathered up these fragments but the twelve Apostles every one his basket-full They were the servitours that set on this banquet at the command of Christ they waited on the Tables they took away It was our Saviour's just care that those offalls should not perish but he well knew that a greater loss depended upon those scraps a loss of glory to the omnipotent Worker of that Miracle The feeding of the multitude was but the one half of the work the other half was in the remnant Of all other it most concerns the successours of the Apostles to take care that the marvellous works of their God and Saviour may be improved to the best they may not suffer a crust or crum to be lost that may yield any glory to that Almighty Agent Here was not any morsel or bone that was not worthy to be a relique every the least parcel whereof was no other then miraculous All the ancient monuments of God's supernatural power and mercy were in the keeping of Aaron and his sons There is no Servant in the Family but should be thriftily carefull for his Master's profit but most of all the Steward who is particularly charged with this oversight Wo be to us if we care onely to gather up our own scraps with neglect of the precious morsels of our Maker and Redeemer XXIII The Walk upon the Waters ALL Elements are alike to their Maker He that had well approved his power on the Land will now shew it in the Air and the Waters he that had preserved the multitude from the peril of hunger in the Desart will now preserve his Disciples from the peril of the tempest in the Sea Where do we ever else find any compulsion offered by Christ to his Disciples He was like the good Centurion he said to one Go and he goeth When he did but call them from their nets they came and when he sent them by pairs into the Cities and Country of Judaea to preach the Gospel they went There was never errand whereon they went unwillingly onely now he constrained them to depart We may easily conceive how loth they were to leave him whether out of love or of common civility Peter's tongue did but when it was speak the heart of the rest Master thou knowest that I love thee Who could chuse but be in love with such a Master And who can willingly part from what he loves But had the respects been onely common and ordinary how unfit might it seem to leave a Master now towards night in a wild place amongst strangers unprovided of the means of his passage Where otherwise therefore he needed but to bid now he constrains O Saviour it was ever thy manner to call all men unto thee Come to me all that labour and are heavy laden When didst thou ever drive any one from thee Neither had it been so now but to draw them closer unto thee whom thou seemedst for the time to abdicate In the mean while I know not whether more to excuse their unwillingness or to applaud their obedience As it shall be fully above so it was proportionally here below In thy presence O Saviour is the fulness of joy Once when thou askedst these thy Domesticks whether they also would depart it was answered thee by one tongue for all Master whither should we go from thee thou hast the words of eternal life What a death was it then to them to be compelled to leave thee Sometimes it pleaseth the Divine goodness to lay upon his servants such commands as savour of harshness and discomfort which yet both in his intention and in the event are no other then gracious and soveraign The more difficulty was in the charge the more praise was in the obedience I do not hear them stand upon the terms of capitulation with their Master nor pleading importunately for their stay but instantly upon the command they yield and go We are
mourning thy chief pleasure is the comfort of the afflicted What a confusion there is in worldly sorrow The mother shreeks the servants cry out the people make lamentation the minstrells howl and strike dolefully so as the ear might question whether the Ditty or the Instrument were more heavy If ever expressions of sorrow sound well it is when Death leads the quire Soon doth our Saviour charm this noise and turns these unseasonable mourners whether formal or serious out of doors Not that he dislikes Musick whether to condole or comfort but that he had life in his eye and would have them know that he held these Funeral ceremonies to be too early and long before their time Give place for the maid is not dead but sleepeth Had she been dead she had but slept now she was not dead but asleep because he meant this nap of death should be so short and her awakening so speedy Death and Sleep are alike to him who can cast whom he will into the sleep of Death and awake when and whom he pleaseth out of that deadly sleep Before the people and domesticks of Jairus held Jesus for a Prophet now they took him for a Dreamer Not dead but asleep They that came to mourn cannot now forbear to laugh Have we piped at so many Funerals and seen and lamented so many Corpses and cannot we distinguish betwixt Sleep and Death The eyes are set the breath is gone the lims are stiff and cold Who ever died if she do but sleep How easily may our Reason or Sense befool us in Divine matters Those that are competent Judges in natural things are ready to laugh God to scorn when he speaks beyond their compass and are by him justly laughed to scorn for their unbelief Vain and faithless men as if that unlimited power of the Almighty could not make good his own word and turn either Sleep into Death or Death into Sleep at pleasure Ere many minutes they shall be ashamed of their errour and incredulity There were witnesses enough of her death there shall not be many of her restoring Three choice Disciples and the two Parents are onely admitted to the view and testimony of this miraculous work The eyes of those incredulous scoffers were not worthy of this honour Our infidelity makes us incapable of the secret favours and the highest counsels of the Almighty What did these scorners think and say when they saw him putting the minstrels and people out of doors Doubtless the maid is but asleep the man fears lest the noise shall awake her we must speak and tread softly that we disquiet her not What will he and his Disciples doe the while Is it not to be feared they will startle her out of her rest Those that are shut out from the participation of God's counsells think all his words and projects no better then foolishness But art thou O Saviour ever the more discouraged by the derision and censure of these scornfull unbelievers Because fools jear thee dost thou forbear thy work Surely I do not perceive that thou heedest them save for contempt or carest more for their words then their silence It is enough that thine act shall soon honour thee and convince them He took her by the hand and called saying Maid arise and her spirit came again and she arose straightway How could that touch that Call be other then effectual He who made that hand touched it and he who shall once say Arise ye dead said now Maid arise Death cannot but obey him who is the Lord of life The Soul is ever equally in his hand who is the God of Spirits it cannot but go and come at his command When he says Maid arise the now-dissolved spirit knows his office his place and instantly re-assumes that room which by his appointment it had left O Saviour if thou do but bid my Soul to arise from the death of Sin it cannot lie still if thou bid my Body to arise from the grave my Soul cannot but glance down from her Heaven and animate it In vain shall my sin or my grave offer to withhold me from thee The Maid revives not now to languish for a time upon her sick-bed and by some faint degrees to gather an insensible strength but at once she arises from her death and from her couch at once she puts off her fever with her dissolution she finds her life and her feet at once at once she finds her feet and her stomack He commanded to give her meat Omnipotency doth not use to go the pace of Nature All God's immediate works are like himself perfect He that raised her supernaturally could have so fed her It was never the purpose of his Power to put ordinary Means out of office XXVI The Motion of the two fiery Disciples repelled THE time drew now on wherein Jesus must be received up He must take death in his way Calvary is in his passage to mount Olivet He must be lift up to the Cross thence to climb into his Heaven Yet this comes not into mention as if all the thought of Death were swallowed up in this Victory over Death Neither O Saviour is it otherwise with us the weak members of thy mystical body We must die we shall be glorified What if Death stand before us we look beyond him at that transcendent Glory How should we be dismay'd with that pain which is attended with a blessed Immortality The strongest receit against Death is the happy estate that follows it next to that is the fore-expectation of it and resolution against it He stedfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem Jerusalem the nest of his enemies the Amphitheater of his conflicts the fatall place of his death Well did he know the plots and ambushes that were there laid for him and the bloudy issue of those designs yet he will go and goes resolved for the worst It is a sure and wise way to send our thoughts before us to grapple with those evils which we know must be incountred The enemy is half overcome that is well prepared for The strongest mischief may be outfaced with a seasonable fore-resolution There can be no greater disadvantage then the suddenness of a surprisall O God what I have not the power to avoid let me have the wisedom to expect The way from Galilee to Judaea lay through the Region of Samaria if not through the City Christ now towards the end of his Preaching could not but be attended with a multitude of followers It was necessary there should be purveyours and harbingers to procure lodgings and provision for so large a troup Some of his own retinue are addressed to this service they seek not for palaces and delicates but for house-room and victuals It was He whose the earth was and the fulness thereof whos 's the Heavens are and the mansions therein yet He who could have commanded Angels sues to Samaritans He that filled and comprehended Heaven sendeth for shelter in a
Pride another of the Tentigo of Lust another of the Vertigo of Inconstancy another of the choaking Squinancy of Curses and Blasphemies one of the Boulimy of Gluttony another of the Pleuritical stitches of Envy one of the contracting Cramp of Covetousness another of the Atrophie of Unproficiency one is hide-bound with Pride another is consumed with Emulation another rotten with Corrupt desires and we are so much the sicker if we feel not these distempers Oh that we could wait at the Bethesda of God attend diligently upon his Ordinances we could no more fail of cure then now we can hope for cure We wait hard and endure much for the Body Quantis laboribus agitur ut longiore tempore laboretur Multi cruciatus suscipiuntur certi ut pauci dies adjiciantur incerti What toil do we take that we may toil yet longer We endure many certain pains for the addition of a few uncertain days saith Austin Why will we not doe thus for the Soul Without waiting it will not be The Cripple Act. 3.4 was bidden 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Look up to us He look'd up It was cold comfort that he heard Silver and Gold have I none but the next clause made amends for all Surge ambula Rise and walk and this was because 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 he attended expecting verse 5. Would we be cured It is not for us to snatch at Bethesda as a Dog at Nilus nor to draw water and away as Rebecca nor to set us a while upon the banks as the Israelites by the rivers of Babylon but we must dwell in God's House wait at Bethesda But what shall I say to you Courtiers but even as Saint Paul to his Corinthians Ye are full ye are rich ye are strong without us Many of you come to this place not as to Bethel the House of God or Bethesda the house of effusion but as to Bethaven the house of vanity If ye have not lost your old wont there are more words spoken in the outer Closet by the hearers then in the Chappel by the Preacher as if it were Closet quasi close-set in an Exchange like communication of News What do ye think of Sermons as matters of formality as very Superfluities as your own idle Complements which either ye hear not or believe not What do ye think of your selves Have ye onely a postern to go to Heaven by your selves where-through ye can go besides the foolishness of Preaching or do ye sing that old Pelagian note Quid nunc mihi opus est Deo What need have I of God What should I say to this but Increpa Domine As for our houshold Sermons our Auditours are like the fruit of a tree in an unseasonable year or like a wood new felled that hath some few spires left for standers some poles distance or like the tithe sheaves in a field when the corn is gone 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. as he said It is true ye have more Sermons and more excellent then all the Courts under Heaven put together but as Austin said well Quid mihi proderit bona res non utenti bene What am I the better for a good thing if I use it not well Let me tell you all these forcible means not well used will set you the farther off from Heaven If the Chappel were the Bethesda of promotion what thronging would there be into it Yea if it were but some mask-house wherein a glorious though momentany show were to be presented neither white staves nor halberts could keep you out Behold here ye are offered the honour to be by this seed of regeneration the Sons of God The Kingdom of Heaven the Crown of Glory the Scepter of Majesty in one word Eternall Life is here offered and performed to you O let us not so far forget our selves as in the Ordinances of God to contemn our own Happiness But let us know the time of our visitation let us wait reverently and intentively upon this Bethesda of God that when the Angel shall descend and move the Water our Souls may be cured and through all the degrees of Grace may be carried to the full height of their Glory XXIX The Transfiguration of CHRIST THere is not in all Divinity an higher speculation then this of Christ transfigured Suffer me therefore to lead you up by the hand into mount Tabor for nearer to Heaven ye cannot come while ye are upon earth that you may see him glorious upon Earth the Region of his shame and abasement who is now glorious in Heaven the Throne of his Majesty He that would not have his transfiguration spoken of till he were raised would have it spoken of all the world over now that he is raised and ascended that by this momentany glory we may judge of the eternall The Circumstances shall be to us as the skirts of the Hill which we will climbe up lightly the Time Place Attendents Company The Time after six days the Place an high hill apart the Attendents Peter James John the Company Moses and Elias which when we have passed on the top of the hill shall appear to us that sight which shall once make us glorious and in the mean time make us happy All three Evangelists accord in the Terminus à quo that it was immediately after those words There be some of them that stand here which shall not tast of death till they have seen the Son of Man come in his Kingdom Wherein methinks the act comments upon the words Peter James and John were these some they tasted not of death till they saw this Heavenly image of the Royalty of Christ glorified But the Terminus quò disagrees a little Matthew and Mark say after six Luke post ferè octo which as they are easily reconciled by the usuall distinction of inclusivè and exclusivè necessary for all computations and Luke's about eight so methinks seems to intimate God's seventh day the Sabbath why should there be else so precise mention of six days after and about eight but to imply that day which was betwixt the sixth and eighth God's day was fittest for so Divine a work and well might that day which imported God's rest and man's glory be used for the clear representation of the rest and glory of God and man But in this conjecture for ought I know I goe alone I dare not be too resolute Certainly it was the seventh whether it were that seventh the seventh after the promise of the glory of his Kingdom exhibited and this perhaps not without a mystery God teacheth both by words and acts saith Hilary that after six Ages of the world should be Christ 's glorious appearance and our transfiguration with him But I know what our Saviour's farewell was 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 it is not for us to know But if we may not know we may conjecture yet not above that we ought saith S. Paul we may not super sapere as Tertullian's phrase
thee as our Reconciler and as the eternall Son of thy Father to adore thee The light caused wonder in the Disciples but the voice astonishment They are all fallen down upon their faces Who can blame a mortall man to be thus affected with the voice of his Maker Yet this word was but plausible and hortatory O God how shall flesh and bloud be other then swallowed up with the horrour of thy dreadfull sentence of death The Lion shall roar who shall not be afraid How shall those who have slighted the sweet voice of thine invitations call to the rocks to hide them from the terrour of thy Judgments The God of mercies pities our infirmities I do not hear our Saviour say Ye lay sleeping one while upon the earth now ye lie astonished Ye could neither wake to see nor stand to hear now lie still and tremble But he graciously touches and comforts them Arise fear not That voice which shall once raise them up out of the earth might well raise them up from it That hand which by the least touch restored sight lims life might well restore the spirits of the dismaied O Saviour let that sovereign hand of thine touch us when we lie in the trances of our griefs in the bed of our securities in the grave of our sins and we shall arise They looking up saw no man save Jesus alone and that doubtless in his wonted form All was now gone Moses Elias the Cloud the Voice the Glory Tabor it self cannot be long blessed with that Divine light and those shining guests Heaven will not allow to earth any long continuance of Glory Onely above is constant Happiness to be look'd for and injoyed where we shall ever see our Saviour in his unchangeable brightness where the light shall never be either clouded or varied Moses and Elias are gone onely Christ is left The glory of the Law and the Prophets was but temporary yea momentany that onely Christ may remain to us intire and conspicuous They came but to give testimony to Christ when that is done they are vanished Neither could these raised Disciples find any miss of Moses and Elias when they had Christ still with them Had Jesus been gone and left either Moses or Elias or both in the Mount with his Disciples that presence though glorious could not have comforted them Now that they are gone and he is left they cannot be capable of discomfort O Saviour it matters not who is away whilst thou art with us Thou art God all-sufficient what can we want when we want not thee Thy presence shall make Tabor it self an Heaven yea Hell it self cannot make us miserable with the fruition of thee XXXII The Woman taken in Adultery WHat a busie life was this of Christ's He spent the night in the mount of Olives the day in the Temple whereas the night is for a retired repose the day for company His retiredness was for prayer his companiableness was for preaching All night he watches in the Mount all the morning he preaches in the Temple It was not for pleasure that he was here upon earth his whole time was penall and toilsome How do we resemble him if his life were all pain and labour ours all pastime He found no such fair success the day before The multitude was divided in their opinion of him messengers were sent and suborned to apprehend him yet he returns to the Temple It is for the sluggard or the coward to plead a Lion in the way upon the calling of God we must overlook and contemn all the spight and opposition of men Even after an ill harvest we must sow and after denialls we must woe for God This Sun of Righteousness prevents that other and shines early with wholsome doctrines upon the Souls of his hearers The Auditory is both thronged and attentive Yet not all with the same intentions If the people came to learn the Scribes and Pharisees came to cavill and carp at his teaching With what a pretence of zeal and justice yet do they put themselves into Christ's presence As lovers of Chastity and Sanctimony and haters of Uncleanness they bring to him a Woman taken in the flagrance of her Adultery And why the Woman rather since the Man's offence was equall if not more because he should have had more strength of resistence more grace not to tempt Was it out of necessity Perhaps the man knowing his danger made use of his strength to shift away and violently brake from his apprehenders Or was it out of cunning in that they hoped for more likely matter to accuse Christ in the case of the woman then of the man for that they supposed his mercifull disposition might more probably incline to compassionate her weakness rather then the stronger vessell Or was it rather out of partiality Was it not then as now that the weakest soonest suffers and impotency lays us open to the malice of an enemy Small flies hang in the webs whilst wasps break through without controll The wand and the sheet are for poor offenders the great either out-face or out-buy their shame A beggarly drunkard is haled to the Stocks whilst the rich is chambered up to sleep out his surfeit Out of these grounds is the woman brought to Christ Not to the mount of Olives not to the way not to his private lodging but to the Temple and that not to some obscure angle but into the face of the assembly They pleaded for her death the punishment which they would onwards inflict was her shame which must needs be so much more as there were more eyes to be witnesses of her guiltiness All the brood of sin affects darkness and secrecy but this more properly the twilight the night is for the adulterer It cannot be better fitted then to be dragged out into the light of the Sun and to be proclaimed with hootings and basins Oh the impudence of those men who can make merry professions of their own beastliness and boast of the shamefull trophees of their Lust Methinks I see this miserable Adulteress how she stands confounded amidst that gazing and disdainfull multitude how she hides her head how she wipes her blubbered face and weeping eyes In the mean time it is no dumb show that is here acted by these Scribes and Pharisees they step forth boldly to her accusation Master this Woman was taken in adultery in the very act How plausibly do they begin Had I stood by and heard them should I not have said What holy honest conscionable men are these what devout clients of Christ with what reverence they come to him with what zeal of justice When he that made and ransacks their bosom tells me All this is done but to tempt him Even the falsest hearts will have the plausiblest mouths like to Solomon's Curtizan their lips drop as an hony-comb and their mouth is smoother then oyl but their end is bitter as wormwood False and hollow Pharisees he is your Master
I said this for their sakes that they might believe Mercifull Saviour how can we enough admire thy goodness who makest our belief the scope and drift of thy doctrine and actions Alas what wert thou the better if they believed thee sent from God what wert thou the worse if they believed it not Thy perfection and glory stands not upon the slippery terms of our approbation or dislike but is reall in thy self and that infinite without possibility of our increase or diminution We we onely are they that have either the gain or loss in thy receit or rejection yet so dost thou affect our belief as if it were more thine advantage then ours O Saviour whilst thou spak'st to thy Father thou liftedst up thine eyes now thou wert to speak unto dead Lazarus thou liftedst up thy voice and criedst aloud Lazarus come forth Was it that the strength of the voice might answer to the strength of the affection since we faintly require what we care not to obtain and vehemently utter what we earnestly desire Was it that the greatness of the voice might answer to the greatness of the work Was it that the hearers might be witnesses of what words were used in so miraculous an act no magicall incantations but authoritative and Divine commands Was it to signifie that Lazarus his Soul was called from far the speech must be loud that shall be heard in another world Was it in relation to the estate of the body of Lazarus whom thou hadst reported to sleep since those that are in a deep and dead sleep cannot be awaked without a loud call Or was it in a representation of that loud voice of the last Trumpet which shall sound into all graves and raise all flesh from their dust Even so still Lord when thou wouldst raise a Soul from the death of sin and grave of corruption no easie voice will serve Thy strongest commands thy loudest denunciations of Judgments the shrillest and sweetest promulgations of thy Mercies are but enough How familiar a word is this Lazarus come forth no other then he was wont to use whilst they lived together Neither doth he say Lazarus revive but as if he supposed him already living Lazarus come forth To let them know that those who are dead to us are to and with him alive yea in a more entire and feeling society then whilst they carried their clay about them Why do I fear that separation which shall more unite me to my Saviour Neither was the word more familiar then commanding Lazarus come forth Here is no suit to his Father no adjuration to the deceased but a flat and absolute injunction Come forth O Saviour that is the voice that I shall once hear sounding into the bottom of my grave and raising me up out of my dust that is the voice that shall pierce the rocks and divide the mountains and fetch up the dead out of the lowest deeps Thy word made all thy word shall repair all Hence all ye diffident fears he whom I trust is Omnipotent It was the Jewish fashion to enwrap the corps in linen to tie the hands and feet and to cover the face of the dead The Fall of man besides weakness brought shame upon him ever since even whilst he lives the whole Body is covered but the Face because some sparks of that extinct Majesty remain there is wont to be left open In death all those poor remainders being gone and leaving deformity and gastliness in the room of them the Face is covered also There lies Lazarus bound in double fetters One Almighty word hath loosed both and now he that was bound came forth He whose power could not be hindred by the chains of death cannot be hindred by linen bonds He that gave life gave motion gave direction He that guided the Soul of Lazarus into the body guided the body of Lazarus without his eyes moved the feet without the full liberty of his regular paces No doubt the same power slackned those swathing-bands of death that the feet might have some little scope to move though not with that freedome that followed after Thou didst not onely O Saviour raise the body of Lazarus but the Faith of the beholders They cannot deny him dead whom they saw rising they see the signs of death with the proofs of life Those very swathes convinced him to be the man that was raised Thy less Miracle confirms the greater both confirm the Faith of the beholders O clear and irrefragable example of our resuscitation Say now ye shameless Sadducees with what face can ye deny the Resurrection of the body when ye see Lazarus after four-days death rising up out of his grave And if Lazarus did thus start up at the bleating of this Lamb of God that was now every day preparing for the slaughter-house how shall the dead be rouzed up out of their graves by the roaring of that glorious and immortall Lion whose voice shall shake the powers of Heaven and move the very foundations of the earth With what strange amazedness do we think that Martha and Mary the Jews and the Disciples look'd to see Lazarus come forth in his winding-sheet shackled with his linen fetters and walk towards them Doubtless fear and horrour strove in them whether should be for the time more predominant We love our friends dearly but to see them again after their known death and that in the very robes of the grave must needs set up the hair in a kind of uncouth rigour And now though it had been most easy for him that brake the adamantine fetters of death to have broke in pieces those linen ligaments wherewith his raised Lazarus was encumbred yet he will not doe it but by their hands He that said Remove the stone said Loose Lazarus He will not have us expect his immediate help in that we can doe for our selves It is both a laziness and a presumptuous tempting of God to look for an extraordinary and supernaturall help from God where he hath enabled us with common aid What strange salutations do we think there were betwixt Lazarus and Christ that had raised him betwixt Lazarus and his Sisters and neighbours and friends what amazed looks what unusuall complements For Lazarus was himself at once here was no leisure of degrees to reduce him to his wonted perfection neither did he stay to rub his eyes and stretch his benummed lims nor take time to put off that dead sleep wherewith he had been seized but instantly he is both alive and fresh and vigorous if they do but let him goe he walks so as if he had ailed nothing and receives and gives mutuall gratulations I leave them entertaining each other with glad embraces with discourses of reciprocall admiration with praises and adorations of that God and Saviour that had fetched him into life XLII CHRIST's Procession to the Temple NEver did our Saviour take so much state upon him as now that he was going towards his
Blessed Mother that a sword should pierce through her Soul but alas how many swords at once pierce thine Every one of these words is both sharp and edged My Soul is exceeding sorrowfull even unto death What humane Soul is capable of the conceit of the least of those sorrows that oppressed thine It was not thy Body that suffered now the pain of body is but as the body of pain the anguish of the Soul is as the soul of anguish That and in that thou sufferedst Where are they that dare so far disparage thy Sorrow as to say thy Soul suffered onely in sympathy with thy Body not immediately but by participation not in its self but in its partner Thou best knewest what thou feltest and thou that feltest thine own pain canst cry out of thy Soul Neither didst thou say My Soul is troubled so it often was even to tears but My Soul is sorrowfull as if it had been before assaulted now possessed with grief Nor yet this in any tolerable moderation changes of Passion are incident to every humane Soul but Exceeding sorrowfull Yet there are degrees in the very extremities of evils those that are most vehement may yet be capable of a remedy at least a relaxations thine was past these hopes Exceeding sorrowfull unto death What was it what could it be O Saviour that lay thus heavy upon thy Divine Soul Was it the fear of Death was it the fore-felt pain shame torment of thine ensuing Crucifixion Oh poor and base thoughts of the narrow hearts of cowardly and impotent mortality How many thousands of thy blessed Martyrs have welcomed no less tortures with smiles and gratulations and have made a sport of those exquisite cruelties which their very Tyrants thought unsufferable Whence had they this strength but from thee If their weakness were thus undaunted and prevalent what was thy power No no It was the sad weight of the Sin of mankind it was the heavy burthen of thy Father's wrath for our sin that thus pressed thy Soul and wrung from thee these bitter expressions What can it avail thee O Saviour to tell thy grief to men who can ease thee but he of whom thou saidst My Father is greater then I Lo to him thou turnest O Father if it be possible let this cup pass from me Was not this that prayer O dear Christ which in the days of thy flesh thou offeredst up with strong crying and tears to him that was able to save thee from death Surely this was it Never was cry so strong never was God thus solicited How could Heaven chuse but shake at such a Prayer from the Power that made it How can my heart but tremble to hear this suit from the Captain of our Salvation O thou that saidst I and my Father are one dost thou suffer ought from thy Father but what thou wouldst what thou determinedst was this Cup of thine either casuall or forced wouldst thou wish for what thou knewest thou wouldst not have possible Far far be these mis-raised thoughts of our ignorance and frailty Thou camest to suffer and thou wouldst doe what thou camest for yet since thou wouldst be a man thou wouldst take all of man save sin it is but humane and not sinfull to be loth to suffer what we may avoid In this velleity of thine thou wouldst shew what that Nature of ours which thou hadst assumed could incline to wish but in thy resolution thou wouldst shew us what thy victorious thoughts raised and assisted by thy Divine power had determinately pitched upon Nevertheless not as I will but as thou wilt As man thou hadst a Will of thine own no humane Soul can be perfect without that main faculty That will which naturally could be content to incline towards an exemption from miseries gladly vails to that Divine will whereby thou art designed to the chastisements of our peace Those pains which in themselves were grievous thou embracest as decreed so as thy fear hath given place to thy love and obedience How should we have known these evils so formidable if thou hadst not in half a thought inclined to deprecate them How could we have avoided so formidable and deadly evils if thou hadst not willingly undergone them We acknowledge thine holy fear we adore thy Divine fortitude Whilst thy Mind was in this fearfull agitation it is no marvell if thy Feet were not fixed Thy place is more changed then thy thoughts One while thou walkest to thy drouzy Attendents and stirrest up their needfull vigilancy then thou returnest to thy passionate Devotions thou fallest again upon thy face If thy Body be humbled down to the earth thy Soul is yet lower thy prayers are so much more vehement as thy pangs are And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly and his sweat was as it were great drops of bloud falling down to the ground O my Saviour what an agony am I in whilst I think of thine What pain what fear what strife what horrour was in thy Sacred breast How didst thou struggle under the weight of our sins that thou thus sweatest that thou thus bleedest All was peace with thee thou wert one with thy coeternal and coessential Father all the Angels worshipp'd thee all the powers of Heaven and earth awfully acknowledged thine Infiniteness It was our person that feoffed thee in this misery and torment in that thou sustainedst thy Father's wrath and our curse If eternal death be unsufferable if every sin deserve eternal death what O what was it for thy Soul in this short time of thy bitter Passion to answer those millions of eternal deaths which all the sins of all mankind had deserved from the just hand of thy Godhead I marvell not if thou bleedest a sweat if thou sweatest bloud If the moisture of that Sweat be from the Body the tincture of it is from the Soul As there never was such another Sweat so neither can there be ever such a Suffering It is no wonder if the Sweat were more then natural when the Suffering was more then humane O Saviour so willing was that precious bloud of thine to be let forth for us that it was ready to prevent thy Persecutours and issued forth in those pores before thy wounds were opened by thy Tormentours Oh that my heart could bleed unto thee with true inward compunction for those sins of mine which are guilty of this thine Agony and have drawn bloud of thee both in the Garden and on the Cross Woe is me I had been in Hell if thou hadst not been in thine Agony I had scorched if thou hadst not sweat Oh let me abhor my own wickedness and admire and bless thy Mercy But O ye blessed Spirits which came to comfort my conflicted Saviour how did ye look upon this Son of God when ye saw him labouring for life under these violent temptations with what astonishment did ye behold him bleeding whom ye adored In the Wilderness after his Duell with Satan ye
and Spirit yours materiall His rule is over the Conscience yours over bodies and lives He punishes with Hell ye with temporall death or torture Yea so far is he from opposing your Government that by him ye Kings reign Your Scepters are his but to maintain not to wield not to resist O the unjust fears of vain men He takes not away your earthly Kingdoms who gives you Heavenly he discrowns not the Body who crowns the Soul his intention is not to make you less great but more happy The charge is so fully answered that Pilate acquits the prisoner The Jewish Masters stand still without their very malice dares not venture their pollution in going in to prosecute their accusation Pilate hath examined him within and now comes forth to these eager complainants with a cold answer to their over-hot expectation I find in him no fault at all O noble testimony of Christ's Innocence from that mouth which afterwards doomed him to death What a difference there is betwixt a man as he is himself and as he is the servant of others wills It is Pilate's tongue that says I find in him no fault at all It is the Jews tongue in Pilate's mouth that says Let him be crucified That cruel sentence cannot blot him whom this attestation cleareth Neither doth he say I find him not guilty in that whereof he is accused but gives an universall acquittance of the whole carriage of Christ I find in him no fault at all In spite of Malice Innocence shall find abettours Rather then Christ shall want witnesses the mouth of Pilate shall be opened to his justification How did these Jewish bloud-suckers stand thunder-stricken with so unexpected a word His absolution was their death his acquitall their conviction No fault when we have found Crimes no fault at all when we have condemned him for capitall offences How palpably doth Pilate give us the lie How shamefully doth he affront our authority and disparage our justice So ingenuous a testimony doubtless exasperated the fury of these Jews the fire of their indignation was seven-fold more intended with the sense of their repulse I tremble to think how just Pilate as yet was and how soon after depraved yea how mercifull together with that Justice How fain would he have freed Jesus whom he found faultless Corrupt custome in memory of their deliverance from Egyptian bondage allowed to gratify the Jews with the free delivery of some one prisoner Tradition would be incroaching the Paschall Lamb was monument enough of that happy rescue men affect to have something of their own Pilate was willing to take this advantage of dismissing Jesus That he might be the more likely to prevail he proposeth him with the choice and nomination of so notorious a Malefactour as he might justly think uncapable of all mercy Barabbas a Thief a Murtherer a Seditionary infamous for all odious to all Had he propounded some other innocent prisoner he might have feared the election would be doubtfull he cannot misdoubt the competition of so prodigious a Malefactour Then they all cried again Not him but Barabbas O Malice beyond all example shameless and bloudy Who can but blush to think that an Heathen should see Jews so impetuously unjust so savagely cruell He knew there was no Fault to be found in Jesus he knew there was no Crime that was not to be found in Barabbas yet he hears and blushes to hear them say Not him but Barabbas Was not this think we out of similitude of condition Every thing affects the like to it self every thing affects the preservation of that it liketh What wonder is it then if ye Jews who profess your selves the murtherers of that Just One favour a Barabbas O Saviour what a killing indignity was this for thee to hear from thine own Nation Hast thou refused all Glory to put on shame and misery for their sakes Hast thou disregarded thy Blessed self to save them and do they refuse thee for Barabbas Hast thou said Not Heaven but Earth not Sovereignty but Service not the Gentile but the Jew and do they say Not him but Barabbas Do ye thus requite the Lord O ye foolish people and unjust Thus were thine ears and thine eyes first crucified and through them was thy Soul wounded even to death before thy death whilst thou sawest their rage and heardst their noise of Crucify crucify Pilate would have chastised thee Even that had been a cruel mercy from him for what evil hadst thou done But that cruelty had been true mercy to this of the Jews whom no bloud would satisfy but that of thy heart He calls for thy Fault they call for thy Punishment as proclaiming thy Crucifixion is not intended to satisfy Justice but Malice They cried the more Crucify him Crucify him As their clamour grew so the President 's Justice declined Those Graces that lie loose and ungrounded are easily washt away with the first tide of Popularity Thrice had that man proclaimed the Innocence of him whom he now inclines to condemn willing to content the people Oh the foolish aims of Ambition Not God not his Conscience come into any regard but the People What a base Idol doth the proud man adore even the Vulgar which a base man despiseth What is their applause but an idle wind what is their anger but a painted fire O Pilate where now is thy self and thy people whereas a good conscience would have stuck by thee for ever and have given thee boldness before the face of that God which thou and thy people shall never have the Happiness to behold The Jews have play'd their first part the Gentiles must now act theirs Cruell Pilate who knew Jesus was delivered for envy accused falsly maliciously pursued hath turned his profered chastisement into scourging Then Pilate took Jesus and scourged him Woe is me dear Saviour I feel thy lashes I shrink under thy painfull whippings thy nakedness covers me with shame and confusion That tender and precious body of thine is galled and torn with cords Thou that didst of late water the garden of Gethsemani with the drops of thy bloudy sweat dost now bedew the pavement of Pilate's Hall with the showrs of thy bloud How fully hast thou made good thy word I gave my back to the smiters and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair I hid not my face from shame and spitting How can I be enough sensible of my own stripes these blows are mine both my sins have given them and they give remedies to my sins He was wounded for our transgressions he was bruised for our iniquities the chastisement of our peace was upon him and with his stripes are we healed O Blessed Jesu why should I think strange to be scourged with tongue or hand when I see thee bleeding what lashes can I fear either from Heaven or earth since thy scourges have been born for me and have sanctified them to me Now dear Jesu what a world of
Body that was conceived by the Holy Ghost of the pure substance of an immaculate Virgin Woe is me that which was unspotted with sin is all blemished with humane cruelty and so wofully disfigured that the Blessed Mother that bore thee could not now have known thee so bloudy were thy Temples so swoln and discoloured was thy Face so was the Skin of thy whole body streaked with red and blew stripes so did thy thorny diadem shade thine Heavenly Countenance so did the streams of thy bloud cover and deform all thy Parts The eye of Sense could not distinguish thee O dear Saviour in the nearest proximity to thy Cross the eye of Faith sees thee in all this distance and by how much more ignominy deformity pain it finds in thee so much more it admires the glory of thy mercy Alas is this the Head that is decked by thine eternall Father with a Crown of pure gold of immortall and incomprehensible Majesty which is now bushed with thorns Is this the Eye that saw the Heavens opened and the Holy Ghost descending upon that Head that saw such resplendence of Heavenly brightness on mount Tabor which now begins to be overclouded with death Are these the Ears that heard the voice of thy Father owning thee out of Heaven which now tingle with buffettings and glow with reproaches and bleed with thorns Are these the Lips that spake as never man spake full of grace and power that called out dead Lazarus that ejected the stubbornest Devils that commanded the cure of all diseases which now are swoln with blows and discoloured with blewness and bloud Is this the Face that should be fairer then the sons of men which the Angels of Heaven so desired to see and can never be satisfied with seeing that is thus foul with the nasty mixtures of sweat and bloud and spittings on Are these the Hands that stretched out the Heavens as a curtain that by their touch healed the lame the deaf the blind which are now bleeding with the nails Are these the Feet which walked lately upon the liquid pavement of the sea before whose footstool all the Nations of the earth are bidden to worship that are now so painfully fixed to the Cross O cruell and unthankfull mankind that offered such measure to the Lord of Life O infinitely-mercifull Saviour that wouldst suffer all this for unthankfull mankind That fiends should doe these things to guilty souls it is though terrible yet just but that men should doe thus to the Blessed Son of God it is beyond the capacity of our horrour Even the most hostile dispositions have been onely content to kill Death hath sated the most eager malice thine enemies O Saviour held not themselves satisfied unless they might enjoy thy torment Two Thieves are appointed to be thy companions in death thou art designed to the midst as the chief malefactour on whether hand soever thou lookest thine eye meets with an hatefull partner But O Blessed Jesu how shall I enough admire and celebrate thy infinite Mercy who madest so happy an use of this Jewish despight as to improve it to the occasion of the Salvation of one and the comfort of millions Is not this as the last so the greatest specialty of thy wonderfull compassion to convert that dying Thief with those nailed hands to snatch a Soul out of the mouth of Hell Lord how I bless thee for this work how do I stand amazed at this above all other the demonstrations of thy Goodness and Power The Offender came to die nothing was in his thoughts but his guilt and torment whilst he was yet in his bloud thou saidst This Soul shall live Ere yet the intoxicating Potion could have time to work upon his brain thy Spirit infuses Faith into his heart He that before had nothing in his eye but present death and torture is now lifted up above his Cross in a blessed ambition Lord remember me when thou comest into thy Kingdom Is this the voice of a Thief or of a Disciple Give me leave O Saviour to borrow thine own words Verily I have not found so great faith no not in all Israel He saw thee hanging miserably by him and yet styles thee Lord he saw thee dying yet talks of thy Kingdom he felt himself dying yet talks of a future remembrance O Faith stronger then death that can look beyond the Cross at a Crown beyond dissolution at a remembrance of Life and Glory Which of thine eleven were heard to speak so gracious a word to thee in these thy last pangs After thy Resurrection and knowledge of thine impassible condition it was not strange for them to talk of thy Kingdom but in the midst of thy shamefull death for a dying malefactour to speak of thy reigning and to implore thy remembrance of himself in thy Kingdom it is such an improvement of Faith as ravisheth my Soul with admiration O blessed Thief that hast thus happily stoln Heaven How worthy hath thy Saviour made thee to be a partner of his sufferings a pattern of undauntable belief a spectacle of unspeakable mercy This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise Before I wondred at thy Faith now I envy at thy Felicity Thou cravedst a remembrance thy Saviour speaks of a present possession This day thou suedst for remembrance as a favour to the absent thy Saviour speaks of thy presence with him thou spakest of a Kingdom thy Saviour of Paradise As no Disciple could be more faithfull so no Saint could be happier O Saviour what a precedent is this of thy free and powerfull grace Where thou wilt give what unworthiness can bar us from Mercy when thou wilt give what time can prejudice our vocation who can despair of thy goodness when he that in the morning was posting towards Hell is in the evening with thee in Paradise Lord he could not have spoken this to thee but by thee and from thee What possibility was there for a Thief to think of thy Kingdom without thy Spirit That good Spirit of thine breathed upon this man breathed not upon his fellow their trade was alike their sin was alike their state alike their cross alike onely thy Mercy makes them unlike One is taken the other is refused Blessed be thy Mercy in taking one blessed be thy Justice in leaving the other Who can despair of that Mercy who cannot but tremble at that Justice Now O ye cruell Priests and Elders of the Jews ye have full leisure to feed your eyes with the sight ye so much longed for there is the bloud ye purchased and is not your malice yet glutted Is not all this enough without your taunts and scoffs and sports at so exquisite a misery The people the passengers are taught to insult where they should pity Every man hath a scorn ready to cast at a dying innocent A generous nature is more wounded with the tongue then with the hand O Saviour thine ear was more painfully pierced then thy brows
or hands or feet It could not but goe deep into thy Soul to hear these bitter and girding reproaches from them thou camest to save But alas what flea-bitings were these in comparison of those inward torments which thy Soul felt in the sense and apprehension of thy Father's wrath for the sins of the whole world which now lay heavy upon thee for satisfaction This oh this was it that pressed thy Soul as it were to the neathermost Hell Whilst thine Eternall Father look'd lovingly upon thee what didst thou what neededst thou to care for the frowns of men or Devils but when he once turn'd his face from thee or bent his brows upon thee this this was worse then death It is no marvell now if darkness were upon the face of the whole earth when thy Father's Face was eclipsed from thee by the interposition of our sins How should there be light in the world without when the God of the world the Father of lights complains of the want of light within That word of thine O Saviour was enough to fetch the Sun down out of Heaven and to dissolve the whole frame of Nature when thou criedst My God my God why hast thou forsaken me Oh what pangs were these dear Jesu that drew from thee this complaint Thou well knewest nothing could be more cordiall to thine enemies then to hear this sad language from thee they could see but the outside of thy sufferings never could they have conceived so deep an anguish of thy Soul if thy own lips had not expressed it Yet as not regarding their triumph thou thus pourest out thy sorrow and when so much is uttered who can conceive what is felt How is it then with thee O Saviour that thou thus astonishest men and Angels with so wofull a quiritation Had thy God left thee Thou not long since saidst I and my Father are one Are ye now severed Let this thought be as far from my Soul as my Soul from Hell No more can thy Blessed Father be separated from thee then from his own Essence His Union with thee is eternall his Vision was intercepted He could not withdraw his Presence he would withdraw the influence of his comfort Thou the Second Adam stoodst for mankind upon this Tree of the Cross as the First Adam stood and fell for mankind under the Tree of offence Thou barest our sins thy Father saw us in thee and would punish us in thee thee for us how could he but withhold comfort where he intended chastisement Herein therefore he seems to forsake thee for the present in that he would not deliver thee from that bitter Passion which thou wouldst undergoe for us O Saviour hadst thou not been thus forsaken we had perished thy dereliction is our safety and however our narrow Souls are not capable of the conceit of thy pain and horrour yet we know there can be no danger in the forsaking whilst thou canst say My God He is so thy God as he cannot be ours all our right is by Adoption thine by Nature thou art one with him in eternall Essence we come in by Grace and mercifull election yet whilst thou shalt enable me to say My God I shall hope never to sink under thy desertions But whilst I am transported with the sense of thy Sufferings O Saviour let me not forget to admire those sweet Mercies of thine which thou pouredst out upon thy Persecutours They rejoyce in thy death and triumph in thy misery and scoff at thee in both In stead of calling down fire from Heaven upon them thou heapest coals of fire upon their heads Father forgive them for they know not what they doe They blaspheme thee thou prayest for them they scorn thou pitiest they sin against thee thou prayest for their forgiveness they profess their malice thou pleadest their ignorance O compassion without example without measure fit for the Son of God the Saviour of men Wicked and foolish Jews ye would be miserable he will not let you ye would fain pull upon your selves the guilt of his bloud he deprecates it ye kill he sues for your remission and life His tongue cries louder then his bloud Father forgive them O Saviour thou couldst not but be heard Those who out of ignorance and simplicity thus persecuted thee find the happy issue of thine intercession Now I see whence it was that three thousand souls were converted soon after at one Sermon It was not Peter's speech it was thy prayer that was thus effectuall Now they have grace to know and confess whence they have both forgiveness and salvation and can recompense their blasphemies with thanksgiving What sin is there Lord whereof I can despair of the remission or what offence can I be unwilling to remit when thou prayest for the forgiveness of thy murtherers and blasphemers There is no day so long but hath his evening At last O Blessed Saviour thou art drawing to an end of these painfull Sufferings when spent with toil and torment thou criest out I thirst How shouldst thou doe other O dear Jesu how shouldst thou doe other then thirst The night thou hadst spent in watching in prayer in agony in thy conveyance from the Garden to Jerusalem from Annas to Caiaphas from Caiaphas to Pilate in thy restless answers in buffetings and stripes the day in arraignments in haling from place to place in scourgings in stripping in robing and disrobing in bleeding in tugging under thy Cross in woundings and distension in pain and passion No marvell if thou thirstedst Although there was more in this drought then thy need It was no less requisite thou shouldst thirst then that thou shouldst die Both were upon the same predetermination both upon the same prediction How else should that word be verified Psal 22.14 15. All my bones are out of joynt my heart is like wax it is melted in the midst of my bowels My strength is dried up like a potsherd and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws and thou hast brought me into the dust of death Had it not been to make up that word whereof one jot cannot pass though thou hadst felt this thirst yet thou hadst not bewrayed it Alas what could it avail to bemoan thy wants to insulting enemies whose sport was thy misery How should they pity thy thirst that pitied not thy bloudshed It was not their favour that thou expectedst herein but their conviction O Saviour how can we thy sinfull servants think much to be exercised with hunger and thirst when we hear thee thus plain Thou that not long since proclaimedst in the Temple If any man thirst let him come to me and drink He that believeth in me out of his belly shall flow rivers of living waters now thy self thirstest Thou in whom we believe complainest to want some drops thou hadst the command of all the waters both above the firmament and below it yet thou wouldst thirst Even so Lord thou that wouldst die for us wouldst thirst for
Is this the honour that thou givest to our sacred Priesthood Is this thy valuation of our Sanctity Had the basest of the vulgar complained to thee thou couldst but have put them to a review Our Place and Holiness look'd not to be distrusted If our scrupulous Consciences suspect thy very walls thou maist well think there is small reason to suspect our Consciences Upon a full hearing ripe deliberation and exquisitely-judiciall proceeding we have sentenced this Malefactour to death there needs no more from thee but thy command of Execution Oh monster whether of Malice or Unjustice Must he then be a Malefactour whom ye will condemn Is your bare word ground enough to shed bloud Whom did ye ever kill but the righteous By whose hands perished the Prophets The word was but mistaken ye should have said If we had not been Malefactours we had never delivered up this innocent man unto thee It must needs be notoriously unjust which very Nature hath taught Pagans to abhor Pilate sees and hates this bloudy suggestion and practice Do ye pretend Holiness and urge so injurious a violence If he be such as ye accuse him where is his conviction If he cannot be legally convicted why should he die Do you think I may take your complaint for a crime If I must judge for you why have you judged for your selves Could ye suppose that I would condemn any man unheard If your Jewish Laws yield you this liberty the Roman Laws yield it not to me It is not for me to judge after your laws but after our own Your prejudgment may not sway me Since ye have gone so far be ye your own carvers of Justice Take ye him and judge him according to your Law O Pilate how happy had it been for thee if thou hadst held thee there thus thou hadst wash'd thy hands more clean then in all thy basons Might Law have been the rule of this Judgment and not Malice this bloud had not been shed How palpably doth their tongue bewray their heart It is not lawfull for us to put any man to death Pilate talks of Judgment they talk of Death This was their onely aim Law was but a colour Judgment was but a ceremony Death was their drift and without this nothing Bloud-thirsty Priests and Elders it is well that this power of yours is restrained no Innocence could have been safe if your lawless will had had no limits It were pity this sword should be in any but just and sober hands Your fury did not always consult with Law what Law allowed your violence to Stephen to Paul and Barnabas and your deadly attempts against this Blessed Jesus whom ye now persecute How lawfull was it for you to procure that death which ye could not inflict It is all the care of Hypocrites to seek umbrages and pretences for their hatefull purposes and to make no other use of Laws whether Divine or humane but to serve turns Where death is fore-resolved there cannot want accusations Malice is not so barren as not to yield crimes enough And they began to accuse him saying We found this fellow perverting the nation and forbidding to give tribute unto Caesar saying that he himself is Christ and King What accusations saidst thou O Pilate Hainous and capitall Thou mightest have believed our confident intimation but since thou wilt needs urge us to particulars know that we come furnished with such an inditement as shall make thine ears glow to hear it Besides that Blasphemy whereof he hath been condemned by us this man is a Seducer of the people a raiser of Sedition an usurper of Sovereignty O impudent suggestion What marvell is it O Saviour if thine honest servants be loaded with slanders when thy most innocent person escaped not so shamefull criminations Thou a perverter of the Nation who taughtest the way of God truely Thou a forbidder of Tribute who payedst it who prescribedst it who provedst it to be Caesar's due Thou a challenger of temporall Sovereignty who avoidedst it renouncedst it professedst to come to serve Oh the forehead of Malice Go ye shameless traducers and swear that Truth is guilty of all Falshood Justice of all Wrong and that the Sun is the onely cause of Darkness Fire of Cold. Now Pilate startles at the Charge The name of Tribute the name of Caesar is in mention These potent spells can fetch him back to the common Hall and call Jesus to the Bar. There O Saviour standest thou meekly to be judged who shalt once come to judge the quick and the dead Then shall he before whom thou stoodest guiltless and dejected stand before thy dreadfull Majesty guilty and trembling The name of a King of Caesar is justly tender and awfull the least whisper of an Usurpation or disturbance is entertained with a jealous care Pilate takes this intimation at the first bound Art thou then the King of the Jews He felt his own free-hold now touched it was time for him to stir Daniel's Weeks were now famously known to be near expiring Many arrogant and busie spirits as Judas of Galilee Theudas and that Aegyptian Seducer taking that advantage had raised severall Conspiracies set up new titles to the Crown gathered Forces to maintain their false claims Perhaps Pilate supposed some such business now on foot and therefore asks so curiously Art thou the King of the Jews He that was no less Wisedom then Truth thought it not best either to affirm or deny at once Sometimes it may be extremely prejudiciall to speak all truths To disclaim that Title suddenly which had been of old given him by the Prophets at his Birth by the Eastern Sages and now lately at his Procession by the acclaiming multitude had been injurious to himself to profess and challenge it absolutely had been unsafe and needlesly provoking By wise and just degrees therefore doth he so affirm this truth that he both satisfies the inquirer and takes off all perill and prejudice from his assertion Pilate shall know him a King but such a King as no King needs to fear as all Kings ought to acknowledge and adore My Kingdom is not of this world It is your mistaking O ye earthly Potentates that is guilty of your fears Herod hears of a King born and is troubled Pilate hears of a King of the Jews and is incensed Were ye not ignorant ye could not be jealous Had ye learned to distinguish of Kingdoms these suspicions would vanish There are Secular Kingdoms there are Spirituall neither of these trenches upon other your Kingdom is Secular Christ's is Spirituall both may both must stand together His Laws are Divine yours civil His Reign is eternall yours temporall the glory of his Rule is inward and stands in the Graces of Sanctification Love Peace Righteousness Joy in the Holy Ghost yours in outward pomp riches magnificence His Enemies are the Devil the World the Flesh yours are bodily usurpers and externall peace-breakers His Sword is the power of the Word