by Thomas Watson, Puritan, 1620 – 1686

Besides our own personal sins, the deplorable condition of the land calls for a contribution of tears.

Have we not lost much of our pristine fame and renown? The time was when we sat as princes among the provinces (Lam. 1:1), and God made the sheaves of other nations do obeisance to our sheaf (Gen. 37:7) But has not our glory fled away as a bird (Hos. 9:11)? And what severe dispensations are yet ahead, we cannot tell. Our black and hideous vapors having ascended, we may fear loud thunder-claps should follow. And will not all this bring us to our senses and excite in us a spirit of humiliation? Shall we sleep on the top of the mast when the winds are blowing from all the quarters of heaven? “Cry aloud before the Lord! Let your tears flow like a river. Give yourselves no rest from weeping day or night!” (Lam. 2:18).

Excerpts from Wikipedia, source material from Ilyston

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