A25250:145
Ultima, = the last things in reference to the first and middle things
Ultima, = the last things in reference to the first and middle things: or certain meditations on life, death, judgement, hell, right purgatory, and heaven: delivered by Isaac Ambrose, minister of the Gospel at Preston in Amoundernes in Lancashire.
London: printed for J.A., 1650
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how sweetly could they slumber? how soundly could they sleep until mid-night? they never wake, nor so much as dream to buy oil for their lamps: imagine then how fearful were those summons to these souls, Behold the Bridegroom, go ye out to meet him. 1Sudden fears of all others are most dangerous: was it not a fearful waking to this rich man, when no sooner that he opened his eyes, but he saw deaths ugliness afore his face? what a sight was this? at his door enters the King of fear, accompanied with all his abhorred horrors, and stinging dread: on his curtains he may read his sins, arrayed and armed in their grisliest forms, and with their fieriest stings; about his bed are the powers of darkness, now presenting to his view his damnable state, his deplorable misery: what can he do that is thus beset with such a world of woeful work, and hellish rage? his tongue falters, his breath shortens, his throat rattles, he would not watch, and now cannot resist; the cry is made, the mid-night come, God sounds destruction, and thus runs ⟨p. 6⟩the proclamation, This night so drowsy, thy soul must be taken from thee.
how sweetly could they slumber? how soundly could they sleep untill mid-night? they never wake, nor so much as dream to buy oyl for their lamps: imagine then how fearfull were those summons to these souls, Behold the Bridegroom, go ye out to meet him. 1Sudden fears of all others are most dangerous: was it not a fearfull waking to this rich man, when no sooner that he opened his eyes, but he saw deaths uglinesse afore his face? what a sight was this? at his door enters the King of fear, accompanied with all his abhorred horrours, and stinging dread: on his curtains he may read his sinns, arrayed and armed in their grisliest forms, and with their fieriest stings; about his bed are the powers of darknesse, now presenting to his view his damnable state, his deplorable miserie: what can he do that is thus beset with such a world of wofull work, and hellish rage? his tongue faulters, his breath shortens, his throat rattles, he would not watch, and now cannot resist; the crie is made, the mid-night come, God sounds destruction, and thus runs ⟨p. 6⟩