A26701:296
The way to true happiness in a serious treatise /
The way to true happiness in a serious treatise / by Joseph Alleine.
London : Printed and are to be sold by Nevil Simmons, 1678
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.
Art thou yet in ignorance, and not turned from darkness to light? why thou art under the power of Satan. Act. 26. 18. Dost thou live in the ordinary and wilful practice of any known sin? Know that thou art of the Devil. 1 John 3. 8. Dost thou live in strife, or envy, or malice? verily he is thy Father. Joh. 8. 40, 41. O dreadful case! How ever Satan may provide his slaves with divers pleasures, Tit. 3. 3. yet it is but to toll them into endless perdition. The Serpent comes with the apple in his mouth, O but (with Eve) thou seest not the deadly sting in his tail. He that is now thy tempter, will be one day thy tormentor. O that I could but give thee to see how black a master thou servest, how filthy a drudgery thou dost, how merciless a Tyrant thou gratifiest, all whose pleasure is, to set thee on work to make thy perdition and damnation sure, and to heat the furnace hotter and hotter, in which thou must burn for millions of millions of ages.
Art thou yet in ignorance, and not turned from darkness to light? why thou art under the power of Satan. Act. 26. 18. Dost thou live in the ordinary and wilful practice of any known sin? Know that thou art of the Devil. 1 Iohn 3. 8. Dost thou live in strife, or envy, or malice? verily he is thy Father. Ioh. 8. 40, 41. O dreadful case! How ever Satan may provide his slaves with divers pleasures, Tit. 3. 3. yet it is but to toll them into endless perdition. The Serpent comes with the apple in his mouth, O but (with Eve) thou seest not the deadly sting in his tail. He that is now thy tempter, will be one day thy tormentor. O that I could but give thee to see how black a master thou servest, how filthy a drudgery thou dost, how merciless a Tyrant thou gratifiest, all whose pleasure is, to set thee on work to make thy perdition and damnation sure, and to heat the furnace hotter and hotter, in which thou must burn for millions of millions of ages.