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nay, he cannot make one hair white or black, therefore could not be the maker of these things, Matt. v. 36.

Moreover, if the creatures were not limited and ordered by a superior Being, they would devour one another, in such a manner as to bring all to confusion. For the savage beasts would eat up and destroy all the tame and gentle, the strong would consume the weak, Job xxxviii. 10, 11; the sea, if it had not bounds set to its proud waves, would stand above the mountains, Psa. civ. 6; and the devil, who hates mankind, would not suffer a man to live at any quiet, if there were not a God, one stronger than the strongest creatures, to restrain Satan, and to confine every thing to its place and order. How could there be a continual vicissitude of things? How could we have rain and fruitful seasons, and our souls be filled with food and gladness, if there were no God? Acts xiv. 15 - 17. Thus, by the creation, the invisible things of God, that is, his eternal power and Godhead, are clearly seen, Rom. i. 20; for by these things, which are thus made, and thus preserved, he has not left himself without witness, that God is, and that he made all things for himself, even for his own glory, Prov. xvi. 4.

Secondly, If all things came by nature, and not from a God of nature, how then have miracles, which are many times against nature, and do always transcend and exceed the order and power of nature, been wrought? For nature in itself does always work even in its greatest works, in one and the same manner and order. For nature is nothing else but the power of God in the creatures, to support them, and to produce their effects in due order. Wherefore if any thing be from nature, or from miracle, it is from God; the one from his power in things ordinary, the other from his power in things extraordinary; wherefore, whether you look on things natural, or above nature, you may see there is a God.

Thirdly, Look into the admirable workmanship of but one of the creatures, namely, your own soul, and particularly into your conscience: whence are your