A26701:373
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.
Object. Thou wilt say, I have been long a ⟨p. 172⟩hearer of the word, and yet it hath not been effectual to my conversion. Ans. Yea, but thou hast not attended upon it in this manner, as a means of thy Conversion, nor with this design, nor praying for, and expecting of this happy effect of it
Dir. XIII. Strike in with the Spirit, when he begins to work upon thy heart. When he works convictions, O do not stifle them, but join in with him, and beg the Lord to carry on convictions to Conversion. Quench not the Spirit: do not out-strive him: do not resist him. Beware of putting out convictions by evil company, or worldly business. When thou findest any troubles for sin, and fears about thine eternal State, b•g of God, that they may never leave thee till, they have wrought off thy heart throughly from sin, and wrought it over to Jesus Christ. Say to him, Strike home Lord: leave not the work in the midst. If thou seest, that I am not yet wounded enough, that I am not troubled enough, wound me yet deeper, Lord. O go to the bottom of my corruptions: let out the life blood of my sins, Thus yield up thy self to the workings of the Spirit, and hoist thy sails to his gusts.
Dir. XIII. Strike in with the Spirit, when he begins to work upon thy heart. When he works convictions, O do not stifle them, but joyn in with him, and beg the Lord to carry on convictions to Conversion. Quench not the Spirit: do not out-strive him: do not resist him. Beware of putting out convictions by evil company, or worldly business. When thou findest any troubles for sin, and fears about thine eternal State, b•g of God, that they may never leave thee till, they have wrought off thy heart throughly from sin, and wrought it over to Jesus Christ. Say to him, Strike home Lord: leave not the work in the midst. If thou seest, that I am not yet wounded enough, that I am not troubled enough, wound me yet deeper, Lord. O go to the bottom of my corruptions: let out the life blood of my sins, Thus yield up thy self to the workings of the Spirit, and hoise thy sails to his gusts.