The way to true happiness in a serious treatise /

And if so, the Lord pity our poor Congregations; Oh how little a number will be left, when these ten sorts are set out! Alas on how many doors, on how many faces must we write, Lord have mercy upon us! Sirs, what shift do you make to keep up your confidence of your good estate, when God from heaven declares against you, and pronounces, you in a state of damnation? I would reason with you, as God with them; How canst thou say I am not polluted? Jer. 2. 23. See thy way in the valley, know what thou hast done. Man, is not thy conscience privy to thy tricks of deceit, to thy chamber pranks, to thy way of lying? Yea are not thy friends, thy family, thy neighbours, witnesses to thy profane neglects of Gods worship, to thy covetous practices, to thy envious and malicious carriage? may not they point at thee as thou goest, there goes a gaming Prodigal; there goes a drunken Nabal, a companion of evildoers; there goes a railer, or a scoffer, a loose ⟨p. 92⟩liver? Beloved, God hath written it as with a Sun beam, in the book out of which you must be judged, that these are not the spots of his Children, and that none such (except renewed by converting grace) shall ever escape the damnation of Hell.

And if so, the Lord pity our poor Congregations; Oh how little a number will be left, when these ten sorts are set out! Alas on how many doors, on how many faces must we write, Lord have mercy upon us! Sirs, what shift do you make to keep up your confidence of your good estate, when God from heaven declares against you, and pronounces, you in a state of damnation? I would reason with you, as God with them; How canst thou say I am not polluted? Ier. 2. 23. See thy way in the valley, know what thou hast done. Man, is not thy conscience privy to thy tricks of deceit, to thy chamber pranks, to thy way of lying? Yea are not thy friends, thy family, thy neighbours, witnesses to thy prophane neglects of Gods worship, to thy covetous practices, to thy envious and malicious carriage? may not they point at thee as thou goest, there goes a gaming Prodigal; there goes a drunken Nabal, a companion of evildoers; there goes a railer, or a scoffer, a loose ⟨p. 92⟩liver? Beloved, God hath written it as with a Sun beam, in the book out of which you must be judged, that these are not the spots of his Children, and that none such (except renewed by converting grace) shall ever escape the damnation of Hell.