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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.
Ah my soul! Alas my Glory! Whither art thou humbled! Once the Glory of the creation, and the Image of God: now, a lump of filthiness, a Coffin of rottenness, replenished with stench and loathsomeness. Oh what work hath sin made with thee! Thou shalt be termed Forsaken, and all the rooms of thy faculties Desolate, and the name that thou shalt be called by is Ichabod, or Where is the Glory? How art thou come down mightily! My beauty is turned into deformity, and my Glory into shame. Lord, what a loathsome Leper am I! The ulcerous bodies of Job or Lazarus were not more offensive to the eyes and nostrils of men, than I must needs be to the most holy God, whose eyes cannot behold iniquity.
Ah my soul! Alas my Glory! Whither art thou humbled! Once the Glory of the creation, and the Image of God: now, a lump of filthiness, a Coffin of rottenness, replenished with stench and loathsomeness. Oh what work hath sin made with thee! Thou shalt be termed Forsaken, and all the rooms of thy faculties Desolate, and the name that thou shalt be called by is Ichabed, or Where is the Glory? How art thou come down mightily! My beauty is turned into deformity, and my Glory into shame. Lord, what a loathsome Leper am I! The ulcerous bodies of Iob or Lazarus were not more offensive to the eyes and nostrils of men, than I must needs be to the most holy God, whose eyes cannot behold iniquity.
And what misery have my sins brought upon ⟨p. 181⟩me! Lord, what a case am I in! Sold under sin, cast out of Gods favour, accursed from the Lord, cursed in my body, cursed in my soul, cursed in my name, in my estate, my relations, and all that I have. My sins are unpardoned, and my soul within a step of death. Alas! what shall I do? Whither shall I go? Which way shall I look? God is •rowning on me from above; Hell gaping for me beneath; Conscience smiting me within, temptations and dangers surrounding me without. Oh, whither shall I fly? What place can hide me from Omniscience? What power can secure me from Omnipotency?