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An Alarm to Unconverted Sinners
An alarm to unconverted sinners, in a serious treatise ... whereunto are annexed Divers practical cases of conscience judiciously resolved / by Joseph Alleine, late preacher of the Gospel at Taunton in Somerset-shire.An alarme to unconverted sinners, in a serious treatise ... whereunto are annexed Divers practical cases of conscience judiciously resolved / by Joseph Alleine, late preacher of the Gospel at Taunton in Somerset-shire.
London: printed by E.T. and R.H., 1672
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.
He can find no words sweet enough. Let me see thee, O Light of mine eyes. Come, O thou joy of my spirit; let me behold thee, O the gladness of my heart. Let me love thee, O life of my soul. Appear unto me, O my great delight, my sweet comfort, O my God, my life, and the whole glory of my soul. Let me find thee, O desire of my heart: let me hold thee, O love of my soul. Let me embrace thee, O Heavenly Bridegroom. Let me possess thee, O eternal blessedness, &c.
He can find no words sweet enough. Let me see thee, O Light of mine eyes. Come, O thou joy of my spirit; let me behold thee, O the gladness of my heart. Let me love thee, O life of my soul. Appear unto me, O my great delight, my sweet comfort, O my God, my life, and the whole glory of my soul. Let me find thee, O desire of my heart: let me hold thee, O love of my soul. Let me embrace thee, O Heavenly Bridegroom. Let me possess thee, O esternal blessedness, &c.
His sorrows have now a new vent. 2 Cor. 7. 9, 10. The view of his sins, the sight of a Christ crucified, that would scarce stir him before, now how much do they affect his heart?
His Hatred boils, his Anger burns against sin. Psal. 119. 104. He hath no patience with himself: he calls himself fool, and beast, and thinks any name too good for himself, when his indignation is stirred against sin. Psal. 73. 22. Prov. 30. 2. He could once swill in it, with too much pleasure; now he loathes the thought of returning to it, as much as of licking up the filthiest vomit.