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(1.) Peace with God, that consisted in his Favour and Friendship to us, and our Filial Dependence ⟨p. 51⟩upon him, which is the Spring of full and satisfying Joy, is broke. God appears a fearful Enemy against the Sinners; the penal Effects of his Wrath, I shall speak of distinctly under the second General: And that Divine Calm in the Conscience, that Peace joined with the purest Pleasure, that was the Reflex of God's Favour on the Soul, is changed into anxious Apprehensions of his just Power to punish us. Guilt generates Fear, and Fear Hatred, and both cause a woeful flight from God.

(1.) Peace with God, that consisted in his Favour and Friendship to us, and our Filial Dependance ⟨p. 51⟩upon him, which is the Spring of full and satisfying Joy, is broke. God appears a fearful Enemy against the Sinners; the penal Effects of his Wrath, I shall speak of distinctly under the second General: And that Divine Calm in the Conscience, that Peace joyn'd with the purest Pleasure, that was the Reflex of God's Favour on the Soul, is changed into anxious Apprehensions of his just Power to punish us. Guilt generates Fear, and Fear Hatred, and both cause a woful flight from God.

(2.) Internal Peace is broke by Sin. Whilst the Passions were subordinate to the Empire of Reason, and in Accord among themselves, there was a perfect Peace; but Sin has raised an intestine War in Man's Breast. The Law of the Members rebels against the Law of the Mind: for there is no Man so prodigiously wicked, and spoiled of his Primitive ⟨p. 52⟩Endowments, but still there remains some Principles of Morality in the Mind, so that his Conscience discovers and condemns the ¹Vices he allows and practises, which makes the Sinner uneasy to himself, and mixes Vinegar with his Wine. Besides, since the Passions are disbanded, into what Confusion is Man fallen? How various, how violent are they, and often repugnant to one another? How often do we change their Habits and Scenes in a day? Sometimes we are vainly merry, and then as vainly sad; sometimes desirous, and then averse; and with respect to ourselves, sometimes pleased, sometimes vexed, sometimes amiable, and sometimes odious; we are more mutable than the Planet that is the Emblem of Inconstancy. How often do Clouds of Melancholy darken the bright Serenity of the Spirit, and cast a dreadful Gloom