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strength of Assyria, for compost to Jewish fields. Well were it for thee, O Sennacherib, if thou couldst escape thus; vengeance waits for thee at home, and welcomes thee into thy place; while thou art worshipping in the house of Nisroch thy god, two of thine own sons shall be thine executioners. See now if that false deity of thine can preserve thee from that stroke, which the true God sends thee by the hand of thine own flesh. He, that slew thine host by his angels, slays thee by thy sons; the same angel, that killed all those thousands, could as easily have smitten thee; but he rather reserves thee for the further torment of an unnatural stroke, that thou mayest see, too late, how easy it is for him, in spite of thy god, to arm thine own loins against thee.
Thou art avenged, O God, thou art avenged plentifully of thine enemies. Whosoever strives with thee, is sure to gain nothing but loss, but shame, but death, but hell. The Assy, rians are slain, Sennacherib is rewarded for his blasphemy; Jerusalem is rescued, Hezekiah rejoices; the nations wonder and tremble. “O love the Lord, all ye saints ; for the Lord preserveth the faithful, and plenteously rewardeth the proud
Hezekiah sick, recovered, visited. Hezekiah was freed from the siege of the Assyrians, but he is surprised with a disease. He, that delivered him from the hand of his enemies, smites him with sickness. God doth not let us loose from all afflictions, when he redeems us from one.
To think that Hezekiah was either not thankful enough for bis deliverance, or too much lifted up with glory of so miraculous a favour, were an injurious misconstruction of the hand of God, and an uncharitable censure of an holy prince: for, though no flesh and blood can avoid the just desert of bodily punishment, yet God doth not always strike with an intuition of sin : sometimes he regards the benefit of our trial, sometimes the glory of his mercy in our cure.
It was no slight distemper that seized upon Hezekiah, but a disease both painful and fierce, and in nature deadly. O God, how thou lashest even those whom thou lovest! Hadst
thou ever any such darling in the throne of Judah, as Hezekiah? yet he no sooner breatheth from a miserable siege, than he panteth under a mortal sickness, wlien as yet he had not so much as the comfort of a child to succeed him. Thy prophet is sent to him with a heavy message of his death ; " Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die and not live.” It is no small mercy of God, that he gives us warning of our end : we shall make an ill use of so gracious a premonition, if we make not a meet preparation for our passage. Even those that have not an house, yet have a soul. No soul can want important affairs to be ordered for a final dissolution; the neglect of this best thrift is desperate. Set thy soul in order, O man, for thou shalt die and not live.
If God had given Hezekiah a son, nature had bequeathed his estate: now, he must study to find heirs. Even these outward things, though in themselves worthless, require our careful disposition to those we leave behind us; and, if we have delayed these thoughts till then, our sick beds may not complain of their importunity. We cannot leave to our families a better legacy than peace.
Never was the prophet Isaiah unwelcome to this good king, until now. Even sad tidings must be carried by those messengers which would be faithful: neither may we regard so much how they will be taken, as by whom they are sent.
It was a bold and harsh word, to say to a king, “ Thou shalt die and not live." I do not hear Hezekiah rage, and fret at the message, or threaten the bearer; but he meekly turns his face to the wall, and weeps, and prays. Why to the wall? was it for the greater secrecy of his devotion ? was it for the more freedom from distraction ? was it that all the passion, which acconspanied his prayer, might have no witnesses ? or, was it for that this wall looked towards the temple, which his heart and eyes still moved unto, though his feet could not?
Howsoever, the patient soul of good Hezekiah turns itself to that holy God, from whom he smarts and bleeds, and pours out itself into a fervent deprecation; " I beseech thee, O Lord, remember now how I have walked before thee in truth, and with a perfect heart; and have done that which is good in thy sight.
Couldst thou fear, O Hezekiah, that God had forgotten thine integrity? the grace that was in thee was his own work;
could he in thee neglect himself? or dost thou therefore doubt of his remembrance of thy faithfulness, because he summons thee to receive the crown of thy faithfulness, glory and immortality? wberein canst thou be remembered, if this be to forget thee? What challenge is this ? is God a debitor to thy perfection? Hath thine holy carriage merited any thing from that infinite justice? Far, far were these presumptuous conceits from that humble and mortified soul. Thou hadst hated thine own breast, if it could once have harboured so proud a thought. This perfection of thine was no other, than an honest fondness of heart and life, which thou knowest God had promised to reward. It was the mercy of the covenant that thou pleadest, not the merit of thine obedience.
Every one of these words were steeped in tears : but what meant these words, these tears? I hear not of any suit moved by Hezekiah, only he wishes to be remembered, in that which could never be forgotten, though he should have intreated for an oblivion.
Speak out, Hezekiah : what is it that thy tears crave, while thy lips express not? “ O let me live, and I shall praise thee, O God.”
In a natural man, none could wonder at this passionate request; who can but wonder at it in a saint, whose happiness doth but then begin when his life ceaseth, whose misery doth but then end when his death enters? The word of faith is, “O let me die, that I may enjoy thee.” How then doth the good king cry at the news of that death, which some resolute pagans have entertained with smiles ? Certainly the best man cannot strip himself of some flesh; and, while nature hath an undeniable share in him, he cannot but retain some smatch of the sweetness of life, of the horror of dissolution: both these were in Hezekiah, neither of them could transport him into this passion : they were higher respects that swayed with so holy a prince; a tender care of the glory of God, a careful pity of the church of God. His very tears said, O God, thou knowest that the eyes of the world are bent upon me, as one that hath abandoned their idolatry, and restored thy sincere worship; I stand alone in the midst of a wicked and idolatrous generation, that looks through all my actions, all my events; if now they shall see me snatched away in the midst of my days, what will these heathens say; how can thy great name but suffer in this mine untimely extinction ? Besides, what will become of thy poor church, which I shall leave feebly religious, and as yet scarce warm, in the course of a pious reformation? how soon shall it be miserably overgrown with superstition and heathenisin? how soon shall the wild boar of Assyria root up this little vineyard of thine? What need I beseech thee, O Lord, to regard thy naine, to regard thine inheritance ?
What one tear of Hezekiah can run waste? what can that good king pray for, unheard, unanswered? Sennacherib came, in a proud confidence, to swallow up his city and people: prayers and tears send him away confounded. Death comes to swallow up his person, and that not without authority; prayers and tears send him away disappointed. Before Isaiah was gone out into the middle court, the word of the Lord caine to him, saying, “Turn again, and tell Hezekiah the captain of my people, Thus saith the Lord, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears; behold, I will heal thee: on the third day thou shalt go up to the house of the Lord, and I will add to thy days fifteen years.
What shall we say then, O God! hast thou thus soon changed thy purpose? Was it not thy true message which thy prophet, even now, delivered to Hezekiah? Is somewhat fallen out that thou foresawest not? or dost thou now decree somewhat thou meantest not? The very thought of any of these were no better than blasphemous impiety. Certainly, Hezekiah could not live one day longer than was eternally decreed : the decree of God's eternal counsel had from everlasting determined him fifteen years yet longer. Why then doth God say, by his prophet, " Thou shalt die, and not live?” He is not as man that he should repent; the message is changed, the will is not changed ; yea, rather, the message is explicated, not changed: for the signified will of God, though it sound absolutely, yet must be understood with condition; that tells Hezekiah what he must expect from the nature of his disease, what would befall him without his deprecations. There was nothing but death in the second causes, whatever secret purpose there was in the first; and that purpose shall lie hid for a time, under a reserved condition. The same decree that says, Nineveh shall be destroyed, means, if Nineveh repent, it shall not be destroyed. He, that finds good reason to say Hezekiah shall die, yet still means, If the quickened devotion of Hezekiah shall importune me for life, it shall be protracted. And the same God, that hath decreed this addition of fifteen years,
had decreed to stir up the spirit. of Hezekiah to that vehement and weeping importunity which should obtain it. O God, thou workest thy good pleasure in us, and with us; and, by tby revealed will, movest us in those ways, whereby thou effectest thy secret will.
How wonderful is this mercy! Hezekiah's tears are not dry upon bis cheeks, yea, his breath is not passed his lips, when God sends him a comfortable answer. How careful is the God of compassions, that his holy servant should not languish one hour, in the expectation of his denounced death! What speed was here, as in the errand, so in the act of recovery! Within three days shall Hezekiah be upon his feet; yea, his feet shall stand in the courts of God's house: he that now in his bed sighs and groans, and weeps out a petition, shall then sing out a thanksgiving in the temple. "O thou that hearest prayer! unto thee shall all flesh come. With what cheerful assurance should we approach to the throne of that grace, which never failed any suppliant.
Neither was this grant more speedy than bountiful. We are wont to reckon seven years for the life of a man; and now, behold, more than two lives hath God added to the age of Hezekiah. How unexampled a favour is this ! who ever but Hezekiah knew his period so long before? the fixedness of his term is no less merciful, than the protraction : we must be content to live or die at uncertainties. not worthy to calculate the date of our times. “Teach us, O Lord, so to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.” · There is little joy in many days, if they be evil. Hezekiah shall not be blessed only with life, but with peace. The proud Assyrian threatens an invasion ; bis late foil still sticks in his stomach, and stirs him to a revenge : the hook is in his nostrils, be cannot move whither he list. The God of heaven will maintain his own quarrel : “I will defend this city for mine own sake, and for my servant David's sake.” Lo, for his life, Hezekiah is beholden, next under the infinite goodness of God, to his prayers ; for his protection, to the dear memory of his father David. Surely, for ought we find, Hezekiah was no less upright, and less offensive than David;