bairns be, they are ay the welcomer. Nay, he loveth the bairns beſt that have no ſhame, and are ⟨ay⟩ crying alas! black hunger, dear Lord Jeſus, I a burnt with thirſt: O for an open cold fountain. O it is a ſweet thing ay to be whinging and crying and ſeeking about Chriſt's pantry-doors, and to hold an eye upon Chriſt when he goes into the houſe ⟨of⟩ wine, into his Father's fair lucky wine cellar where there are many wines, and bout in at Chriſt's back. But in a word, have ye a good ſtomach? ⟨Much⟩ hunger and thirſt, will get much ſatisfaction ⟨of⟩ grace in Chriſt: now, who are they who are ⟨debarred⟩ from Chriſt's well! Anſw. Theſe who have ⟨gotten⟩ an ill drink from the devil, full of luſts, pride and covetouſneſs, full of love of the world; ⟨ſuch⟩ are they that have no ſtomach for Chriſt; alas, ⟨and⟩ woes me, Chriſt ſtandeth at the well's ſide, ⟨and⟩ crieth the back of my hand to you. The ⟨Lord⟩ Jeſus gives you a vomit to drink, that you may grow wholeſome and hungry again for Chriſt; for, ⟨while⟩ then, ye are never meet for Chriſt. Is there ⟨not⟩ a time when ye cannot get preſence, and ye hav no pith to put up the door and bout in, but put half up, and blink in? love to pray, or deſire ⟨ye⟩ but a time of prayer? hold on then, there ye ⟨are⟩ right, the true deſire is abſolute, and not conditional: not like the ſluggard that wad have a ⟨crop⟩ upon condition he might have a feather-bed to ⟨lie⟩ on for fear of cold; even ſo they would have ⟨heaven⟩ upon condition they might keep their luſts, and take their luſts with them. But, ⟨Secondly⟩ Hunger is ay ſeeking thro' the whole houſe, for the belly can hardly play the hypocrite. The ⟨natural⟩ man is in darkneſs, he is in a ſleep; it is ⟨night⟩ with him, and he is like a cumberſome bairn greeting in the night for a drink, and crying, Pſalm iv.
