A25250:235
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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Then] shall the moon not give her light: 1as the day and night are both alike with God, so the day and night shall be alike with man: the Sun will not lend his lustre, nor can the Moon borrow any more light: but what strange war makes this confusion of nature? the Sun shall look black,2 and the Moon be turned into blood. Here is a new Moon, and such a change as before was never seen: there is no increase, no full, no wane,3 but all the light is at once extinguished: unhappy creatures that depend upon her influence! how should they live, when she her self wades in blood? God made these Lights for signs, and for seasons, for days, and for years: but now signs are out, seasons past ⟨p. 94⟩days are done, years abolished: The Angels hath sworn by him that lives for ever, that time shall be no longer, Rev. 10.6. Who will not believe that hears this sacred oath? was it a man? no, an Angel:] did he say it? no, he swore it:] how? by himself? no, it was by him that lives for ever:] and what? that time must be little? nay it must be no longer, time shall be no more] How shall it be any more? the Sun is disfigured, the Moon disrobed, both eclipsed. But this not all.
Then] shall the moon not give her light: 1as the day and night are both alike with God, so the day and night shall be alike with man: the Sun will not lend his lustre, nor can the Moon borrow any more light: but what strange warr makes this confusion of nature? the Sun shall look black,2 and the Moon be turned into bloud. Here is a new Moon, and such a change as before was never seen: there is no encrease, no full, no wane,3 but all the light is at once exstinguished: unhappy creatures that depend upon her influence! how should they live, when she her self wades in bloud? God made these Lights for signes, and for seasons, for daies, and for years: but now signs are out, seasons past