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A treatise tending unto a declaration whether a man be in the estate of…A treatise tending vnto a declaration whether a man be in the estate of…
A treatise tending unto a declaration whether a man be in the estate of damnation or in the estate of grace and if he be in the first, how he may in time come out of it: if in the second, how he may discern it, and persevere in the same to the end. The points that are handled are set down in the page following.A treatise tending vnto a declaration whether a man be in the estate of damnation or in the estate of grace and if he be in the first, how he may in time come out of it: if in the second, how he maie discerne it, and perseuere in the same to the end. The points that are handled are set downe in the page following.
London: printed by R. Robinson for T. Gubbin, 1590
Consolations for the troubled consciences of repentant Sinners.
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.
Minister. Ah my good brother what is the matter with you? and what ail you?
Minister. Ah my good brother what is the matter with you? and what aile you?
Sinner. I lived a long time, the Lord he knoweth it, after the manner of the world, in all the lusts of my filthy flesh, and then I was never troubled; but it hath pleased▪ God of his mercy to touch my heart, and to send his own son that good shepherd Jesus Christ, to fetch me home to his own fold, even upon his own neck: and since that time it is a wonder to see how my poor heart hath been troubled: my corruption so boils in me, & Satan will never let me alone.
Sinner. I liued a long time, the Lorde he knoweth it, after the manner of the worlde, in all the lustes of my filthie flesh, and then I was neuer troubled; but it hath pleased▪ God of his mercie to touch my heart, and to send his own sonne that good shepheard Iesus Christ, to fetch me home to his owne fold, euen vppon his owne necke: and since that time it is a wōder to see how my poore heart hath beene troubled: my corruption so boiles in me, & Sathan will neuer let me alone.