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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.
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?
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 Omnisciency? What power can secure me from Omnipotency?
What meanest thou O my soul to go on thus? Art thou in league with Hell? hast thou made a covenant with death? Art thou in love with thy misery? Is it good for thee to be here? Alas, what shall I do! Shall I go on in my sinful ways? Why then certain damnation will be mine end: & shall I be so besotted and bemadded, as to go and sell my soul to the flames, for a little Ale, or a little ease; for a little pleasure, or gain, or content to my flesh? Shall I linger any longer in this wretched estate? No: if I tarry here, I shall dye. What then, is there no help? no hope? None, except I turn. Why, but is there any remedy for such woeful misery? any mercy, after such provoking iniquity? Yes: as sure as Gods Oath is true, I shall have pardon, and mercy, yet, if I presently, unfeignedly, and unreservedly turn by Christ to him.