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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.
Thou callest for my heart. Oh that it were any way fit for thine acceptance! I am unworthy, O Lord, everlastingly unworthy to be thine. But since thou wilt have it so, I freely give up my heart to thee. Take it, it is thine. Oh that it were better! But Lord, I put it into thine hand, who alone canst mend it. Mould it after thine own heart; make it as thou wouldst have it, holy, humble, heavenly, soft, tender, flexible, and write thy Law upon it.
Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly: enter in ⟨p. 183⟩triumphantly: take me up for thy self for ever. I give up to thee, I come to thee, as the only way to the Father, as the only Mediator, the means ordained to bring me to God. I have destroyed my self, but in thee is my help. Save, Lord, or else I perish. I come to thee, with the rope about my neck. I am worthy to die, and to be damned. Never was the hire more due to the servant, never was penny more due to the labourer, than Death and Hell, my j•st wages, is due to me for my sins. But I fly to the merits; I trust alone to the value and virtue of thy Sacrifice; and prevalency of thine intercession. I submit to thy teaching, I make choice of thy Government. Stand open ye everlasting doors, that the King of Glory may come in.
Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly: enter in ⟨p. 183⟩triumphantly: take me up for thy self for ever. I give up to thee, I come to thee, as the only way to the Father, as the only Mediator, the means ordained to bring me to God. I have dostroyed my self, but in thee is my help. Save, Lord, or else I perish. I come to thee, with the rope about my neck. I am worthy to die, and to be damned. Never was the hire more due to the servant, never was penny more due to the labourer, than Death and Hell, my j•st wages, is due to me for my sins. But I fly to the merits; I trust alone to the value and vertue of thy Sacrifice; and prevalency of thine intercession. I submit to thy teaching, I make choice of thy Government. Stand open ye everlasting doors, that the King of Glory may come in.