Rebellion Arraigned,  
A SERMON Preached before Their MAJESTY'S In Their Chapel at WHITEHALL, Upon the 30th. of January 1687.  
The Anniversary and Humiliation-Day, In Abhorrency of the Sacrilegious Murder Of our Gracious Sovereign CHARLES I  
By the Reverend Father JOHN DORMOR, of the Society of Jesus.  
Permissu Superiorum.  
London, Printed by Mary Thompson at the Entrance into Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross, 1688,   

TO THE READER.  
READER,  
SInce the Printing of the Pharisee's Council; my Promise has been Challenged, and I called upon, for two more Sermons almost out of mind. The First, My Humiliation Sermon, Preached the 30th. of January 87. named, Rebellion Arraigned. The other Enituled, The Law of Laws, and Preached the 19th. of September 86. If I told thee in my last; The rest of my Sermons were at thy call: Now I tell thee, call for no more. It is my design to ease thee of that Trouble, by publishing them all together, as soon as Leisure will give me leave. In the mean time, Remember what thou'lt often find in them; a short Life is giving way to a long Eternity. Farewell,  
J. D.   

A SERMON Preached before Their MAJESTY'S On the 30th. of January 1687.  1 Pet. cap. 5. ver. 6. 
Humiliamini sub potenti manu Dei, ut vos exaltet in tempore Visitationis.  
Be ye humbled under the Powerful Hand of God, that he may exalt you in time of Visitation.  
IF ever Nation, to its Advantage and Renown, complied with the words of my Text, Dread Sovereign, it is your Loyal England. England by humbling herself this day in the presence of God and yours, appears more Glorious, than ever it did, by humbling with force of Arms, her most redoubted Enemies. Victory in War, is often a gift of Fortune, at the best the fruit of Valorous Conduct; dear bought, not soon got, and soon forfeited. England's Humiliation, is a standing Victory of Peace, it is a quelling of Rebellion, it is a Vindication of her Kings Right and her own Honour; Chance has no part in it, Loyalty produced it: The Wisdom of both Houses of Parliament concurred unto it: It is not fed with Blood and Booty, but Fasting and Tears; with Devotion it is maintained, and a forever settled Obedience renders it Eternal. Thus England has Humbled her worst of Foes, by humbling herself, and by so humbling herself, in this time of Visitation of God's Mercy upon us, is exalted as high, as ever Rebellion had cast her low. Humiliamini, etc. Be ye humbled under the Powerful Hand of God, that he may exalt you in the time of Visitation.  
The unnatural Enemies of their Country joyed in her Confusion, in her Disgrace they Gloried, they Triumphed in her Losses. England was gazed at by Foreigners as a Monster, to be kept up, and cut off, from the Commerce with the rest of the World. A King Arraigned? said they, and with horror; by who but England? A King called to the Bar, by who but England? A King processed and Condemned, by who but England? A King brought upon the Scaffold, before his own Palace and People, and Barbarously put to Death; When? Where? tell the place, name the Time, mention the Record, by whoever but England? Such were the insulting Reproaches whole England was exposed to, for the guilt of a Crew of Miscreants degenerated from the Fear of God, and ancient Allegiance paid by Dutyful England to her Kings. But Silence, O you! Who thus impeach the whole, for the Crime of a few, A party of wretched men, desperately Wicked and hardened in Impiety. They are the words of the Act in reference to this day. The King was Arraigned, The King was called to the Bar; but England Sighed, England Wept. The King, against all form of Law, was Processed and Condemned, but England Agonized, between Grief and Horror. The King was Cruelly Murdered, but England Vowed a just Revenge, and since has taken it of the Regicides. Rebellion in that time overruled the Stage, Rebellion acted the Tragedy it had contrived; poor England disarmed, with sorrowful Eyes was forced to look on. No House of Peers than sat, no free House of Commons; a Kennel of Bloodhounds, a rude Expression, (did they not merit worse) were the Assassins', of our most Indulgent Monarch; they were led on by the Scent of an aspiring Passion, masked with Zeal for Religion, so to delude some: At Tyranny they ran with a fair show of Liberty, so to entice in others. Liberty indeed, to debase their Equals, to pull down their Betters, to enslave their Country. England groaned under the heavy Scourge, and is no sooner recovered, by the Happy and long Sighed for Restoration of her Natural Prince and Government, but makes it her first care, to vindicate herself to Posterity. Sitting therefore in Parliament she declares to the World, her Inexpressible Detestation, and Abhorrency, of that Villainous and abominable Fact, and for a lasting Monument of this her Sense, she beseeches the Royal Power to establish this day of Humiliation, to which Piety and Loyalty oblidges us to concur. Humiliamini, etc. Be ye humbled under the Powerful Hand of God, that he may exalt you in time of Visitation. In order to promote so Religious an Act, my first point shall be to remind you of the subject of Humiliation, which is Rebellion; and since Rebellion so unhumanely Arraigned our Gracious King. My second point shall be to Arraign Rebellion. My third, to see Execution done upon her, and that by the hand of Humiliation. But let us first implore his Divine Assistance him, who made himself a Pattern of Humiliation for our Sins, by the Intercession of His Virgin Mother, Ave Maria, Humiliamini, etc. Be ye humbled under the Powerful Hand of God, that he may exalt you in the time of Visitation.  
THe proper subject of Humiliation is sin; the greater the sin, the greater ought the Humiliation to be. To private Offences, which prejudice the Offender alone, private Humiliation is due, a public Humiliation becomes sins, which influence upon the public; and no sins wound the public so dangerously, as those, which are destructive to Loyalty, Obedience, and Government; Kings bore the burden and dignity of the Public, no sin therefore requires a more signal Humiliation and Repentance, than Disloyalty, Rebellion, and the Contempt of the Right of Kings, and their Majesty; nor was there ever a Disloyalty, Rebellion or Contempt equaling that committed, against the Sacred Person of Charles the First. Humiliation then, on this Anniversary-Day, should exceed all others. If I mistake not, my Discourse holds good, relying upon the just proportion to be kept between Humiliation and Sin. I could exemplify each part out of holy Writ, were I not pressed between scarcity of Time and Copiousness of matter: It is enough that I insist only upon Rebellion.  
But is not that Rebellion to be blotted out of Memory, and buried in Oblivion? Old Soars are not to be ripped up. True, if perfectly Healed; and if perfectly Healed, yet their trouble and danger, may be exposed for future Safety and prevention of the like. This is the method observed by Preachers in order to other Sins; and I have no cause to desert it in order to Rebellion of sins the greatest.  
Forgive and forget, is a maxim of Christian Charity, in so much, as I find Acts of Pardon and Indemnity, styled Acts of Oblivion; and yet I reflect that as pardoning is a property of Goodness, and Magnanimity; so to forget, argues a carelessness, or weakness of mind. God forgives, but cannot forget; and England on this day, will not have forgotten, what your Royal Brother, and your Sacred Majesty have so Generously forgiven. You have forgiven but, England will not forgive herself, and with the noblest of Dispositions, doth Penance for a Crime which was not hers. So Christ an Innocent, humbled himself for the sins of his People, even to Death. Him we are to imitate; by so doing, England endeavours, to make her Loyalty, vye with your Clemency; and by not forgiving herself, for having been the Mother of a few Vipers, cannot but confirm and increase, that tender Love, shown in all Time, even with the evident and many hazards of your Sacred Persons, in Defence of her Rights and Honour.  
True it is; there is a forgetfulness, ever joined with forgiving; for albeit one remember a Displeasure, yet in case he pardons it, he forgets the main resentment due unto it. God cannot but remember sin, yet forgiving it, forgets as it were to inflict the Punishment of Hell due unto it. This is what the Royal Prophet Psal. 78. and the Prophet Isa. c. 64. both v. 8. crave at the hands of God, Ne memineris Iniquitatum nostrarum, Remember not our Iniquities, and in conformity with this it is, that we are ordered to implore the Mercy of God, That neither the guilt of that Sacred Innocent Blood, nor those other sins, by which God was provoked, to deliver us and our King into the hands of Cruel and Unreasonable Men, may at any time, be visited upon us and our Posterity. Thus the Act of Parliament expresses itself, where we are at once reminded, of the worst effect of Rebellion, and to Pray God to forget the resenting it. Having laid the subject of Humiliation before your Eyes, I come in my second point to Arraign Rebellion.  
Rebellion, The Daughter of audacious Pride; Rebellion, Mother of the basest Treacheries, Rebellion nurse of private Discontents; Rebellion sour of Jealousies and Fears; Rebellion the disturber of peaceable Minds; Rebellion the destroyer of true Liberty and Religion; Rebellion the bain of humane Commerce; Rebellion the destroyer of Wealth, Happiness, Birthright and Life itself; Rebellion, the open enemy to Order, Government, and God; Rebellion blazing in Fire and wallowing in Blood. This is the Monster of Monsters, disguised in all shapes to compass her ends; her Name I tell you is Rebellion, and from her Name I begin her Arraignment.  
Rebellion, Thou art convicted of being a restless Spirit. Nothing in heaven; no State, no place, no Condition, can possibly content thee, Happiness swells thee, Misery enrages thee, Piety cannot mollify thee, thou art ever for Reform of Religion and Government; whereas True Religion alone, can reform thee. Heaven could not keep thee in peace, all the delicious Fruits of the Garden of Eden, could not satisfy thy disordered Palate; the Church has felt the smart of thy Divisions; thou hast overrun the Earth with Calamities; in Hell alone if thou art quiet, it is because tamed by punishment. Restless thou art; the World thy old Acquaintance, comes in Evidence of it, by imposing the Name of Rebellion upon the: from Re. and Bello. I War again. Rebellion's stomach turns at the sweets of quiet: Unfeigned Hydra, in the Fens and Bogs of Discontents she breeds, Is one head cut off? Without fable another shoots up. Is she beaten to the ground? She renews her Forces, She's ever beginning, ever Warring. Has she no Sword to manage? She Wars with her Tongue, she Wars with her Pen. If daring neither; she Wars with her Thoughts, she lays her Designs, she expects her Time, she's ever Rebellion warring again, a restless Spirit by Deeds answering her Name. And from her Name, I pass to her Deeds.  
Rebellion, Thou art brought in Guilty of being wilfully void of Reason. A Rebel, in the first place, wages war against himself, by opposing the Law of Nature, which is his own Reason. Reason promotes a friendly Intercourse between Men, to their reciprocal Help and Comfort; Rebellion obstructs it. In order to this amicable Society, Reason prescribes a Supreme Power to end strifes, when arising; to provide against Invaders of the common safety. Rebellion will be Arbitrary, will stand to no Authority, will herself invade. Reason teaches us to Sacrifice a Private Interest, Disgust or Wrong, to the Public Tranquillity. Rebellion will have the Public Welfare to truckle to Private Passion. Reason's Decision is, that a patiented Sufferance, is preferable to a successful Rebellion; Rebellion feigns causes of Sufferance, where there's none. In all her Proceed unreasonable, But more,  
Rebellion, The foulest Ingratitude is Charged upon thee. Nothing works so forcibly upon the generous Heart of Man, as to see himself loved: But Rebellion of a Man, thou leav'st no more than a Figure. Love by thee is slighted. Thou devidest Friends, thou Armest Patriot against Patriot, thou stirrest up Relation against Relation, Brother against Brother, Son against Father; the Love of thy Prince is requited with Hatred and Disdain. No tye, which thou dost not unloose; no knot, which thou dost not untie or cut, Country, King, God, cannot win thee with Kindness, I'll only give a glance at some particulars, too well known to dwell long on them.  
Heaven is the seat of Felicity, the centre of Bliss: Lucifer vouchsafe to be at rest; submit, and it is thine: No where canst thou be more at ease. Rebellion has stopped his Ears, and he's unquiet. Reason tells thee, it's a madness to Rise against thy Maker. Where Rebellion has got in, Reason's not heard. God has conferred the Noblest of Being's upon thee, what more endearing? But endearments lose their Virtue with Rebellion.  
Adam let this Example be a warning to Thee and Terror. I come too late. Neither the fortunate state of Paradise, nor his own Reason excelling all other, nor the Demonstrations of Gods singular favour, could allay the Spirit of Rebellion, that had entered his Heart, when that Eritis sicut Dii, You shall be like Gods, had entered his Ears. What shall I say to the contumacious Children of Israel? What to the unnatural Absalon? No Content, no Reason, no Kindness, could abate their Seditious Fury, and to advance to the subject I now am on.  
England was an Earthly Heaven, a worldly Paradise: The Liberty of the Subject, with a grateful acknowledgement, Reverenced the Royal Prerogative. Law ran in its natural Channel, each one sat under his own Vine, fed of his own Grape, ever ready to lay down Life and Fortune, for his Prince's Honour and Safety; when Rebellion stomaching at so much Prosperity, revolts against Religion, resolute never to end, but by making an end of Government.  
Was there ever Sovereign who tendered his Subject's Liberty, who abhorred the effusion of Blood, Sacred Majesty, it was your Royal Parent. What Clemency did he not use, in putting up injuries? What Advantages did he not forfeit, by catching at every overture of Peace, to avoid the Miseries ensuing upon his Kingdom? Peace was his Darling: But Rebellion was restless. England's Happiness, was ever in his Eye, the object of his Wishes. But Rebellion hated its Felicity and Repose. The Comeliness of his Person, the Exquisitness of his Wit, the Sweetness of his Temper, the Undauntedness of his Mind; showed in the midst of the greatest Calamities, would have gained the Affection of any, but Unreasonable and Ungrateful Rebels: His only Failure was, (if I may be so bold,) That he was more covetous of his Subjects Safety than his Own; more concerned for Them, than resenting their Disloyalty, his Condescensions he acknowledges in his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, or Royal Portrait passed too far; all to gain his Enemies; and what in Reason could be of greater force, to subdue Hearts of Men, than such Paternal Proceed? But all in vain; the hardship of his Fate was, he had to deal with worse than Brutes; he had to deal with Rebels. No gaining Rebellion by Love or Reason. Love is deemed Weakness, Reason is against the Liberty of the Spirit. Rebellion is a pure, pure, Spirit, but in nothing more, than that pure Spirits, as Divines teach us, in the fall of the Angels are Incorrigible, and so for the most part are Rebels. Reason works not upon them, Favours will not oblige them; their Spirit is fixed upon inquitude, their Cause is ever for pretended Religion and Property, which puts me in mind of carrying on my Process,  
Again, I find Rebellion notoriously Convicted of having invaded Property, under pretext of maintaining it. True regard to Property would respect the greatest of Properties: The Property Kings have, not only to their Revenues, but much more to be Obeyed, in what concerns their Government. Had the least sparkle of this regard, had place in the Rebels thoughts, they'd never run to such Extremities. His Sacred Majesty had never entrenched upon the Property of any. Whatever he acted, was with the Advice of the Judges of the Nation; and well it might be, and it ought to be presumed, they knew what was due to Law, Property, and Prerogative.  
But grant he had taken a step too far, was the Subject to rage's with Rebellion, to Depopulate the Nation with Sword and Flames; and in room of Kings and Countries Property, bring in Tyranny? These were the lamentable effects of Rebellion convicted, of having invaded Property, under Profession of upholding it. To maintain Property; Houses were Pillaged: To maintain Property; Villages were Fired: To maintain Property; Townes were Beleaguered, and Battered, To maintain Property; so many Battles were Fought, so many thousands, and thousands of Lives cut off: To maintain Property; Estates of the Loyal were Confiscated, the Rights of both Houses abolished, the People burdened with Impositions. Rebellion will tell you, (and who'll believe her but Rebels) all was to maintain Property, but the pretence of Property went not alone; it joined hand and hand with appearance of Religion and Rebellion, appears horribly tainted with the most execrable Hypocrisy.  
Religion was in the Case. Was it so? O Holy Rebellion! So highly concerned for Religion: That thou art ever new modelling it. The Reason may be; that thy Principles, and those of True Religion, cannot subsist; and since thou art resolute, not to shape thy Principles to Religion, thou'lt cut out a Religion to thy Principles. Religion is Peaceable, thou Seditious. Religion teaches Submission to God, and his Vicars; but that Lesson is not for thee: Perpetual Change is thy business. Innovation is thy inseparable Comrade; and one Innovation is ever a precedent for an other; and in all thou art the Leader. Thy Spirit is a singular one, it cannot away with what is common; as if Religion by being the common, could become the Prostitute of Babylon: The Truth is, Church Orders, are of too great a Subjection; thy Spirit will be at Freedom, the Lord alone must govern it. That is, the Lord in the Mouth, and Belzebub in the Heart. Religion upon the Lips, and Alteration of Government in Design. Thy Religion was, to change Churches into Stables, Bells into Canons, Leads into Bullets: It was Hypocrisy, not Religion. And O! that here I might stop, and stay thy fury, which draws me on to the last Act, Horror chilling my Blood at the very Thought of what I am to say.  
Rebellion appearing convicted of being a restless Spirit; of violating the Law of Nature, Reason; of the basest Ingratitude, in abusing her Prince's Love; of having invaded Property; of most profane Hypocrisy: That nothing should be wanting to the greatest excess of Iniquity, she passes the utmost bounds, of Exorbitancy and Cruelty. In all she has done, she pretends to Justice and Revenge, and that by Law, and that against her Sovereign.  
The Design of Rebellion, ever lurks in the breast of a few; by her specious Cheats, many are engaged; she is an Artist in contriving. Property, Religion, Law, she makes her different Scenes, and turns them at her Pleasure, to humour the Parts she's resolved to perform. Having the Sword in her Hands, she pulls off her Mask, and discovers her Villainous Intentions; she erects a Court of High Justice, and behold the Catastrophe, The last Act of the dismal Tragedy; She Arraigns' her King. Ah Rebellion! Rebellion! Thy earnest Demonstrations of zeal for Property and Religion, are they come to this? Thy pretensions, ever are Jezabels, Fair in show, in substance Cruel. A High Court of Justice? A High Court of Enormity and Treason. Dost thou know who thou Arraignest? He is thy King. Dost thou know, whose Condemnation and Murder thou hast resolved? It is thy King's. Consult the Fundamental Laws. Consult? What need of Consult, where the Abomination so clearly discovers itself? High Court of Justice? If this be Justice; what is Treason? And if this be Treason, and of Treasons the most Horrid; down with the Name of High Court of Justice? No Court can be held, but by Power from the King, and no King can lend that Power against himself. But since thy vain Plea is Law, and thou wilt not know what a King is. It is my Duty to make thee know, both what is Law? And what's a King?  
It is not the Sword, it is not the Mace, it is not the Grave Attire, it is not the Bar, it is not the Chair, it is not the rest of Formalities, which constitute Law; they're only to sustain its Dignity. Rebellion may usurp them, to colour Injustice; but can have no Law to justify her Proceed. Law is an obliging rule of humane Actions, ever ordered to the common good. To be Obliging its Authority must be derived from above, from God; and this Authority God has placed in his Vicar's Supreme Governors. To be a Rule it must not deflect, from the first Rule of the Divine Will and Command, it must stand with Reason and Justice; the Peace and Good of the Public must be its end: And to be for the common good, Law cannot be a weapon of private Passion. No Law then can uphold this Court of thine, O Rebellion! Thy ends are Private. Thou reced'st from the first Rule, by usurping Gods Prerogative, who alone is the King and Judge of Kings: It is against Reason to claim Power over a Supreme, it is Unjust to Arraign thy Judge. Law then opposes thy Pretensions to Law, and the Dignity of a King wholly defeats them.  
Will'st thou once learn what a King is? Give Ear. God is the King of Kings, 1 Tim. 6.15. And Kings are as it were the Gods of their People: Kings cannot be God's Judge, nor can the People be their Kings. Who is the Supreme? Who the Judge without Appeal, but the King? To whom do inferior Judges own their Authority, but to the King? From who do Courts receive their Power, but from the King? In whose Name are Impeachments drawn up, but in the Kings? Acts of Parliament; by who are they Enacted, but by the King! And by consequence, the final Legislative Power, in who doth it reside, but in the King. By the undoubted fundamental Laws of this Kingdom, neither the Peers of this Realm, nor the Commons, nor both together in Parliament; nor the People Collectively or representatively, nor any other Persons whatsoever, ever had, have, or aught to have any Co-ercive Power over the Persons of the Kings of this Realm. It is the Parliament which speaks, and yet Rebellion against The undoubted and Fundamental Laws, dared Erect a High Court of Justice against her Sovereign, and what dares not Rebellion do? She is too well versed in Holy Writ, not to know, That to resist Kings, is to resist God; 
Rom. 13.  What shall it be to Process, to Condemn, to murder one?  
But by who is he to be Tried? Commons are Tried by Commons, Peers by Peers; have you a Jury of Kings? And had you, there's no Judge left to give the Sentence but God: And Woe to Rebellion, when God's to Sentence. More yet; in case you Condemn him according to your execrable Formality of pretended Law, may he not grant himself a Reprieve? He can bestow it upon the meanest, and most guilty Subject, shall he not be able to confer it upon himself; he can give it another, even when the Sentence is most Just; and shall he not enjoy his own Prerogative against the most unjust of Sentences?  
Ah! To what end do I tire myself and you? Our Renowned Prince, placed by God above Law, without Law, and against Law, must fall a Victim to the highest Injustice. Rebellion has got the Sword, and the Sword without the Balance is the Type of Cruelty; to Cruelty Majesty is forced to bend; and Sacrilegious Rebellion never appeared with so ghast a Countenance, as imbrued in his Royal Blood. That Blood will ever set her out to the detestation and horror of the World. That Blood will blaze her to all Ages for what she is. That Blood will speak aloud and say: Fly Rebellion, she'll never spare Subject, that durst Process, Condemn, and by Name of High Justice, Murder the Meekest of Monarches. No more, no more, of what without Affliction and Tears, I cannot call to mind. His last Thoughts were his People's Welfare, his Kingdom's Peace, his Nation's Happiness; he died, undaunted, like himself, like a King, forgiving what the World will never forget, so Sacrilegious a Murder. That Pardon, that Innocent Blood, cries yet for Revenge against Rebellion, and upon Rebellion let it fall; let Rebellion die never more to rise; let it die by the hand of Humiliation; The subject of my third point, with which I conclude, Humiliamini, etc. Be ye humbled under the powerful Hand of God, that he may exalt you in time of Visitation.  
In my preceding Discourse, you have seen at Leisure Rebellion Arraigned, Processed and Convicted, of the most detestable of Crimes, and by consequence Guilty of the worst of Punishments; And as her Sins surmounts all others, so would I have her Chastisement proportionable. The subject is of a large extent; but not to transgress, I will close it in little. Men that die for Offences will rise again. Rebellion I would have her die so, as never to revive. Let Rebellion then die, but how, Sub potenti manu Dei, Under the Powerful Hand of God, by an humble Obedience, For what end? That God may exalt us in time of Visitation.  
God has his different Visitations, as you'll find in Holy Writ; Visitations of Anger, Visitations of Love, Visitations of Mercy, Visitations of Revenge, Visitations of Humbling, Visitations of Exalting: His Visits of Humbling, Anger and Revenge lay grievous upon us by the Scourge of Rebellion; a Road grown on our own Soil, This seems a time of a Visitation of his Love, Mercy, and Exhalation upon us. But Humiliamini, Humiliamini, Be ye humbled. We may humble ourselves, and we may be humbled by another; to be humbled by another, is commonly a Chastisement, to humble ourselves, is now and then a satisfaction, in order to Rebellion it is a Pevention; so that our humbling ourselves, is at once a satisfaction, for Rebellion that's passed, and prevention of Rebellion that might come; and behold, the desired Execution done by Obedience upon Rebellion; greater revenge cannot be taken. Satisfaction destroys it, and puts it, as I may say to Death, Prevention hinders it from reviving, so that Humiliation Triumphs in the utter ruin of Rebellion.  
And had I not Reason in the beginning of my Discourse to term it England's standing Peace, more glorious than any victory in War? So it is. If Obedience stands, Rebellion must fall. And by this Humiliation Day, our Obedience being perpetuated, Rebellion must down for ever, Be ye then humbled under the Powerful hand of God. The Powerful hand of God, I interpret to be Kings, in their Sceptre they sway God's Power, in their Sword his Justice; and so by Obedience to our Prince, we are Humbled under the Powerful hand of God, to the total extirpation of Rebellion. The best of satisfactions we can give to the Royal Father, is to annihilate Rebellion by a true Allegiance to his great Son; Fasting's good, Prayer yet more excellent, by them the Rebellion of the flesh is tamed the Rebellion of the Spirit by sole Obedience.  
The ever hard necked Children of Israel. They Fasted, Isaiah 5.8. v. 3. Wherefore have we Fasted, and thou seest not? wherefore have we afflicted our Soul, and thou takest not knowledge? Rebellion can Fast, and none invoke the Lord with longer breath than Rebels: But their Fast and Prayers are not acceptable to the most High, They're Disobedient, their Humiliation is Hypocrisy, it enters not the heart; Hear what the Lord Answers to the complaint of those pretenders to Prayers and Fasts, Behold in the day of your Fasting your own Will is found. A Rebel will ever have his own will, and refusing to submit his Will to God, gives out Gods Will to be his; and so makes God as it were a Subject, and himself a God. From Obedience then our Humiliation is to derive its whole Worth and Valour, and that it may be eternal, to the eternal destruction of Rebellion, O that England would learn to know the voice of the Serpent! Would learn no more to be deluded by those canting Charms of Liberty, Property, and Religion. Remember that even Satan the Prince of Darkness, 2 Cor. c. 11. v. 14. read the place, it is much to our purpose, transfigures himself into an Angel of Light. And so doth his first Child Rebellion. No pretence whatsoever can Justify Rebellion. You have a Prince, whose Wisdom and Experience makes him know your true Good and Happiness, I may confidently say, better than you know it yourselves. Trust him, who God has Entrusted with you. With the free use of your Religion, your Bodies and Minds he has both eased: He has vindicated your Properties Invaded by false Zealots, but real Persecution. His indefatigable Concern, for the public Honour and Welfare of his Kingdom, you cannot but own; but you must inviolably own your Duty to him. Rebellion's to be kept down by his Wisdom, Courage, and Power; but by a generous and ready compliance in you. No Army ever gained Victory without Obedience; and no Kingdom without Obedience shall ever reap Glory. Humiliamini, etc. Be ye then humbled, to be exalted. Vir Obediens loquetur Victoriam, Prov. 21. v. 28. The Obedient Man shall speak Victory. We are to be Men, Stout Rational, but Obedient, to be Victorious both of our Earthly and Spiritual Foes. Let Jealousies be laid aside, and you'll improve your Sovereign's Love: Appease Animosities, Chase away Fears, and you'll produce, and nourish a mutual Confidence in each other; to your own Quiet and Comfort, to the Terror of your Enemies, and to your King and Country's Renown. Thus in Spite of Rebellion, by Obedience to the Son, you'll complete the Wishes of his Dying Father: You'll make an Atonement for that Sacrilegious Murder. Obedient England will be more Glorious, than ever she was Disgraced in the Ignominy put upon her, by a few Unnatural Rebels; and so enjoying the Fruits of a Peaceable Conscience, the Sweets of a settled Tranquillity in this Life, she'll be disposed to be Crowned with Eternal Reward in the next: Which God of his Infinite Goodness grant us all. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.  
FINIS.