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A sure guide to heaven, or, An earnest invitation to sinners to turn to…
A sure guide to heaven, or, An earnest invitation to sinners to turn to God in order to their eternal salvation showing the thoughtful sinner what he must do to be saved / by Joseph Alleine.A sure guide to heaven, or, An earnest invitation to sinners to turn to God in order to their eternal salvation shewing the thoughtful sinner what he must do to be saved / by Joseph Alleine.
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1688
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 they are as mighty, as they be many. The Sands are many, but then they are not great: The Mountains great, but then they are not many. But woe is me! my sins are as many as the Sands, and as mighty as the Mountains. Their weight is greater than their number. It were better that the Rocks and the Mountains should fall upon me, than the crushing and insupportable load of my own sins. Lord, I am heavy loaden; let mercy help, or I am gone. Unload me of this heavy guilt, this sinking load, or I am cr••hed without •ope, and must be pressed down to Hell. If my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my sins laid in the balances together, they would be heavier than the Sand of the Sea, therefore my words are swallowed up: They would weigh down all the rocks and the hills, and turn the balance against all the Isles of the Farth• O Lord, thou knowest my manifold transgressions, and my mighty sins.
And they are as mighty, as they be many. The Sands are many, but then they are not great: The Mountains great, but then they are not many. But wo is me! my sins are as many as the Sands, and as mighty as the Mountains. Their weight is greater than their number. It were better that the Rocks and the Mountains should fall upon me, than the crushing and insupportable load of my own sins. Lord, I am heavy loaden; let mercy help, or I am gone. Unload me of this heavy guilt, this sinking load, or I am cr••hed without •ope, and must be pressed down to Hell. If my grief were thorowly weighed, and my sins laid in the balances together, they would be heavier than the Sand of the Sea, therefore my words are swallowed up: They would weigh down all the rocks and the hills, and turn the balance against all the Isles of the Farth• O Lord, thou knowest my manifold transgressions, and my mighty sins.
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;