A sure guide to heaven, or, An earnest invitation to sinners to turn to…

If it be little, that Men and Angels would rejoice at thy Conversion, know that God himself would rejoice over thee, even with singing, and rest in his love, Luke 15. 9. Isa. 62. 5. Never did Jacob with such joy weep over the N•ck of his Joseph as thy Heavenly Father would rejoice over thee, upon thy coming in to him. Look over the Story of the Prodigal. Methinks I see how the Aged Father lays aside his estate, and forgets his years: Behold how he runneth! Luke 15. 20. Oh the haste that mercy makes! The Sinner makes not half that speed. Methinks I see how his Bowels turn, how his compassions yearn. (How quicksighted is love!) Mercy spies him a great way off, forgets his riotous courses, unnatural rebellion, horrid unthankfulness, debauched practices (not a word of these) but receives him with open Arms, clasps about his Neck, forgets the nastiness of his Rags, kisses the Lips that deserve to be loathed, the Lips that had been joined to Harlots, that had been commoners with the Swine, calls for the fatted ⟨p. 154⟩Calf, the best Robe, the Ring, the Shoes, the best cheer in Heavens Store, the best attire in Heavens Wardrobe, Luke 15. 6, 9, 23. yea the joy cannot be held in one breast, &c. others must be called to participate: the friends must meet and make merry. Angels must wait but the Prodigal must be set at the Table under his Fathers wing. He is the joy of the feast: He is the sweet subject of the Fathers delight. The Friends sympathize, but none knows the felicity the Father takes in his new born Son, whom he hath received from the dead. Methinks I hear the Music and the Dancing at a distance. Oh the Melody of the Heavenly Choristers! I cannot learn the Son•, Rev. 14. 3. But methinks I over-hear the burden, at which all the harmonious Quire with one consent strikes sweetly in, for thus goes the round at Heavens Table, For this my Son was dead, and is alive again; was lost, and is found,