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Ah my Brethren! why should not you be all happy? I am jealous for you with a Godly jealousy, lest a promise being left you of entering into his rest, any of you should come short of it. O look diligently, lest any man fail of the Grace ⟨p. 13⟩of God: Alas! how it pities me to see this Rest neglected: How it grieves me that any of you should fall short of mercy at last! That any of that flock over which the holy Ghost hath made be in part overseer, should perish; when Christ hath done so much for you, and when his under Officers (through his Grace, for we are not sufficient of our selves) have done somewhat to recover and save them. Ah dear Brethren! I was in great earnest with you when I besought you out of the Pulpit, many a time, to give a Bill of Divorce to your sins, and to accept of the match and the mercy that in the name of God Almighty I did there offer to you. Alas! how it pitied me to look over so great a Congregation, and to think that I could not, for my life I could not, persuade them, one quarter of them, in likelihood to be saved? how it moved me to see your diligence in flocking, not only to the stated Exercises, but to the Repetitions and to most hazardous opportunities, for which you are greatly to be commended, since the Law forbade my public Preaching, and yet to think that many of you that went so far, were like to perish for ever for want of going further. I must praise your diligent attendance on all opportunities: Blessed be God that made a willing ministry and a willing people: for I remember how I have gone furnished with a Train! How I went with the multitude to the House of God, with the voice of joy and praises, with the multitude that kept Holy-days. The remembrance of which moves my soul, but, O my flock, my most dear flock, how fain would I carry you farther then the external and outward profession; O! how loath am I to leave you there! How troubled to think that any of you should go far and hazard much for Religion, and yet miscarry for ever by the hand of some unmortified lust! as secret pride or untamed passion, or an unbridled tongue, or which I fear most of all, a predominate love of the World in your hearts. Alas! must it be so, and is there no remedy but I must carry you to Heavens-gate and leave you there! Oh, that I should leave the work of your Souls but half done;

Ah my Brethren! why should not you be all happy? I am jealous for you with a Godly jealousie, lest a promise being left you of entering into his rest, any of you should come short of it. O look diligently, lest any man fail of the Grace