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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.
Introduction › Chapter 6 › A short Soliloqui for an unregenerate sinner.
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.
Ah my soul! Alas my Glory! Whither art thou humbled! Once the Glory of the Creation, and the Image of God: now, a lump of filthiness, a Coffin of rottenness, replenished with stench and loathsomeness. Oh what wor• hath sin made with thee! Thou shalt be term• Forsaken, and all the rooms of thy faculties •• solate, and the name that thou shalt be called […] is Ichabod, or where is the Glory? How […] thou come down mightily! My beauty is turned into deformity, and my Glory into shame Lord, what a loathsome Leper am I! The ulcerous bodies of Job or Lazarus were not more offensive to the eyes and nostrils of men, than I must needs be to the most holy •od, whose eyes cannot behold Iniquity.
Ah my soul! Alas my Glory! Whither art thou humdled! Once the Glory of the Creation, and the Image of God: now, a lump of filthiness, a Coffin of rottenness, replenished with stench and loathsomness. Oh what wor• hath sin made with thee! Thou shalt be term• Forsaken, and all the rooms of thy faculties •• solate, and the name that thou shalt be called 〈…〉 is Icabod, or where is the Glory? How 〈…〉 thou come down mightily! My beauty is turned into deformity, and my Glory into shame Lord, what a loathsom Leper am I! The ulcerous bodies of Iob or Lazarus were not more offensive to the eyes and nostrils of men, than I must needs be to the most holy •od, whose eyes cannot behold Iniquity.
And what misery hath my sins brought upon ⟨p. 181⟩me! Lord, what a case am I in! Sold under sin, cast out of Gods favour, accursed from the Lord, cursed in my body, cursed in my soul, cursed in my name, in my estate, my relations, and all that I have. My sins are unpardoned, and my soul within a step of death. Alas! what shall I do? Whither shall I go? Which way shall I look? God is frowning on me from above? Hell gaping for me beneath; Conscience imiting me within, temptations and dangers surrounding me without. Oh, whither shall I fly? What place can hide me from Omniscience? What power can secure me from Omnipotency?