A25250:72
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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Use. 1 Remember your selves, and who will not sing Davids burden,1 Mine iniquities are gone over my head, and as a weighty burden, they are too heavy for me to bear? There is in sin (saith Austin) both weight and number, and is any one so dull or dead, that he is sensible of neither? go ye to the balance, and what a mass lies upon you? enough and enough again to sink you down to hell: go ye to the count, and what a swarm comes upon you? a million, and a million of millions to keep you out of heaven; when all your sins must be called to account before that Judge of the world, what account shall be given of this account that is endless? see them like the stars, only these set and rise, but your sins rise, and never set; see them like your hairs, only these shed and lose, but your sins grow ever more and more; see them like the sands, only these are covered with the floods and waters, but your sins lie still open and are ever before you: think on these ⟨p. 23⟩stars, these hairs, these infinite innumerable sands of sins, and when all is done, let your tears be the flood to hide them over.2 It was Davids saying, Every night wash I my bed, and water my couch with my tears: if your days be evil, let not your night slip without repentance; go not to bed, but beat your breast with the Publican; lay you not down, but withal lift up your voice Lord be merciful unto me a sinner: How sweet a rest doth that night bring, whose sleep is prevented with the consideration of our sins? though we are begirt with a thousand devils this would be as the watch of our souls, and the safeguard of our persons.
Ʋse. 1 Remember your selves, and who will not sing Davids burthen,1 Mine iniquities are gone over my head, and as a weighty burthen, they are too heavy for me to bear? There is in sin (saith Austin) both weight and number, and is any one so dull or dead, that he is sensible of neither? go ye to the balance, and what a mass lies upon you? enough and enough again to sink you down to hel: go ye to the count, and what a swarm comes upon you? a million, and a million of millions to keep you out of heaven; when all your sins must be called to account before that Judge of the world, what account shall be given of this account that is endless? see them like the stars, onely these set and rise, but your sins rise, and never set; see them like your hairs, onely these shed and lose, but your sinns grow ever more and more; see them like the sands, onely these are covered with the flouds and waters, but your sins lie still open and are ever before you: think on these