A26701:304
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
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O sinner, stop here; and consider. If thou art a man, and not a senseless block, consider. Bethink thy self where thou standest: why upon the very brim of this furnace. As the Lord liveth and thy soul liveth, there is but a step between thee and this, 1 Sam. 20. 3. Thou knowest not, when thou liest down, but thou mayest be in before the morning: thou knowest not when thou risest, but thou mayest drop in before the night. Darest thou make light of this? Wilt thou go on in such a dreadful condition, as if nothing ailed thee? If thou puttest it off, and ⟨p. 128⟩sayest, this doth not belong to thee; look again over the foregoing Chapter, and tell me the truth, are none of those black marks found upon thee? Do not blind thine eyes, do not deceive thy self: see thy misery while thou mayest prevent it. Think what 'tis to be a vile cast-out, a damned reprobate, a vessel of wrath, into which the Lord will be pouring out his tormenting fury, while he hath a being, Rom. 9. 22.
O sinner, stop here; and consider. If thou art a man, and not a sensless block, consider. Bethink thy self where thou standest: why upon the very brim of this furnace. As the Lord liveth and thy soul liveth, there is but a step between thee and this, 1 Sam. 20. 3. Thou knowest not, when thou liest down, but thou maist be in before the morning: thou knowest not when thou risest, but thou maist drop in before the night. Darest thou make light of this? Wilt thou go on in such a dreadful condition, as if nothing ailed thee? If thou putt•st it off, and ⟨p. 128⟩sayest, this doth not belong to thee; look again over the foregoing Chapter, and tell me the truth, are none of those black marks found upon thee? Do not blind thine eyes, do not deceive thy self: see thy misery while thou maist prevent it. Think what 'tis to be a vile cast-out, a damned reprobate, a vessel of wrath, into which the Lord will be pouring out his tormenting fury, while he hath a being,