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Remains of that excellent minister of Jesus Christ, Mr. Joseph Alleine being a collection…Remaines of that excellent minister of Jesus Christ, Mr. Joseph Alleine being a collection…
Remains of that excellent minister of Jesus Christ, Mr. Joseph Alleine being a collection of sundry directions, sermons, sacrament-speeches, and letters, not heretofore published ...Remaines of that excellent minister of Jesus Christ, Mr. Joseph Alleine being a collection of sundry directions, sermons, sacrament-speeches, and letters, not heretofore published ...
London: printed for Peter Parker, 1674
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
A Letter sent by him to an Intimate Friend.
Now will I make known to my dearest Friend, some of the thoughts of my heart this morning, before I begin to write to thee; There was once a poor soul imprisoned in […], and clogged with the Iron fetters of corruption, that retired within it self, and would needs take a view of the best and worst sight imaginable at once. Well, he sets open the Floodgates, and in he dives into the fathomless depths of an evil heart, but there he could find no bottom; Then up he springs, and begins to take the Dimensions, and view the Massive weight of the Crown incorruptible: His heart grew hot within him, and while he was musing, the fire burned, and on a sudden he pathetically smites on his breast, and out he breaks into this Language,
NOw will I make known to my dearest Friend, some of the thoughts of my heart this morning, besore I begin to write to thee; There was once a poor soul imprisoned in 〈…〉, and clogged with the Iron fetters of corruption, that retired within it self, and would needs take a view of the best and worst sight i•aginable at once. Well, he sets open the Floodgates, and in he dives into the fathomless depths of an evil heart, but there he could sind no bottom; Then up he springs, and begins to take the Dimentions, and view the Massie weight of the Crown incorruptible: His heart grew hot within him, and while he was musing, the fire burned, and on a sudden he pathetically smites on his breast, and out he breaks into this Language,
Ah wretch, what a sight is here! methinks my heart is like the Chambers of Imagery, I can turn me no way, but the loathsome sight and filthy stench of my Corruptions comes up into my Eyes and Nostrils, my pollutions are so •oul, that I cannot tell how to look upon them, and yet so common, so universal, that I cannot look besides them: which way soever I look into my self, I can cast my eye on nothing but the loathsome sight of