A Divine Message to the Elect Soule
A
DIVINE
MESSAGE
TO THE
ELECT SOULE:
DELIVERED
In eight Sermons upon seven
severall Texts.
By that laborious and faithfull Mes-
senger of CHRIST,
Mr. William Fenner, B.D. Somtimes Fellow
of Pembroke Hall in Cambridge, and late
Minister of Rochford in Essex.
The second Edition, corrected and Enlarged.
I have sent unto you the pestilence, after the manner of Egypt; your young men have I slain with the sword, and have taken away your horses, I have made the stink of the Camp to come up to your nostrils, yet have ye not returned to me, saith the Lord: therefore thus will I do unto thee, O Israel; and because I will do this unto thee, prepare to meet me thy God, O Israel.
Amos 4.10.12.
Printed at London by T.R. and E.M. for John
Stafford, and are to be sold at his house in
Brides Church-yard, 1647.
Amos 4.10.12.
PUBLISHED BY T.R.
PUBLISHED BY E.M.
1647
1.
What is poverty? What is nakednesse? What is famine, sicknesse, the gout the stone, Feaver, plague? These are the little arrowes of Gods justice. What is shame, disgrace, crosses, afflictions, unseasonable raines, dangerous weather, warres, rumours of warres? What are all the evils under the Sunne? They are the little finger of Gods justice. Thou spiest them here and there, in every Town, and in every parish, in every Countrey: doe they not all witnesse [Page 28] that he is a just God? Read Psalm 7.11, 12, 13. God hath bent his bow already (saith David) the arrow is ready to slie out of the string: It will not be long before it hit thee, if thou meditate not upon amendment: God is angry with the wicked every day, as an angry man useth to say, I will be revenged on thee. Wilt thou not give over thy sins? I will be revenged on thee. Read Psal 11.5, 6, 7. Meditate on this; he will neither spare King nor subject, nor rich nor poore, nor noble nor base, nor Judges and Justices; yet judges and Justices may spare, but God will not spare: they may bee bribed to pardon, but God will not be fee'd to spare them that goe on in their wickednesse; and doe I think to escape? Nay, my soule, thou canst never escape, except thou obeyest.