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The unbelievers preparing for Christ. By T.HThe vnbeleevers preparing for Christ. By T.H
The unbelievers preparing for Christ. By T.H.The vnbeleevers preparing for Christ. By T.H.
London: printed by Tho Cotes for Andrew Crooke, 1638
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Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
all that are about him cannot hold him: but then the Minister haply further replies; the truth of it is, you have done thus: but do you think so still? would you do so still, if you were out of this perplexity? is it good now to be drunk? is it good now to commit adultery? is it good now to blaspheme? is it good now to contemn Gods ordinances? would you now rail on Gods Saints, and despise Gods truth, & profane Gods Sabbaths? would you now do these things? oh no, no, saith he, I now find what the end of those wretched courses will be the word of God could not prevail with me, the Minister could not persuade me, & therefore now I shall perish, I shall be damned for these abominations which I have committed, there is no remedy; if ever man shall be danmed, it is I; if ever man go down to hell, surely it is I; nay, hell is too good for me; oh the good Sermons that I have heard, the Minister hath spoken home oftentimes to my conscience, the very flames of hell have been flashed in my face, the Minister would often have spent ⟨p. 59⟩his blood that he might do good to my poor soul, and yet I despised the word, and scorned the Minister, and mocked those whom conscience vexed, saying; What, you are a man of conscience are you? you dare not sin, your conscience will not suffer you? what are you such a fool to be ruled by your conscience? and therefore God hath justly let my conscience loose upon me, now I know to my woe that I have a conscience, the worm that never dieth gnaweth my heart, and rends and plucks my soul in pieces: woe, woe be unto me, that ever I snuffled my conscience, that ever I put out the light of conscience, for therefore is it that my conscience is now thus tearing of my heart, and terrifying of my soul, here; and therefore it is that I shall for ever perish hereafter. But then the Minister he replies, yet further; aye, the truth is, you have done thus, but you will not yet forsake your sins, and abandon your corruptions? will you still be drunk and riotous? will you still be proud? will you still swear and curse and blaspheme? if you will part with these sins, and take mercy in stead of these, why yet there is hope. Then the poor soul cries out, now the Lord for his mercies sake remove these sins from me; oh I never had so much delight in my sins heretofore, as now I have woe and misery and vexation for them:
all that are about him cannot hold him: but then the Minister haply further replyes; the truth of it is, you have done thus: but do you think so still? would you do so still, if you were out of this perplexity? is it good now to be drunk? is it good now to commit adultery? is it good now to blaspheme? is it good now to contemne Gods ordinances? would you now rayle on Gods Saints, and despise Gods truth, & prophane Gods Sabbaths? would you now do these things? oh no, no, saith he, I now find what the end of those wretched courses will be the word of God could not prevayle with me, the Minister could not perswade me, & therefore now I shal perish, I shall be damned for these abominations which I have committed, there is no remedy; if ever man shall be danmed, it is I; if ever man go downe to hell, surely it is I; nay, hell is too good for mee; oh the good Sermons that I have heard, the Minister hath spoken home oftentimes to my conscience, the very flames of hell have been flashed in my face, the Minister would often have spent