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Sighs from hell, or, The groans of a damned soul discovering from the 16th…
Sighs from hell, or, The groans of a damned soul discovering from the 16th of Luke the lamentable state of the damned : and may fitly serve as a warning-word to sinners, both old and young, by faith in Jesus Christ, to avoid the same place of torment : with a discovery of the usefulness of the Scriptures as our safe conduct for avoiding the torments of hell / by John Bunyan.
London: printed for F. Smith, 1666
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.
Witness also that strange kind of sweat, that trickled down his most blessed Face, where it is said. And he sweat, as it were, great drops or clodders of blood trickling down to the ground. O Lord Jesus, what a Load didst thou carry? What a Burden didst thou bear of the sins of the World, and the Wrath of God! O thou didst not only bleed at Nose and Mouth, with the pressure that lay upon thee, but thou wast so pressed, so loaden, that the pure blood gushed through the flesh and skin, and so ran trickling down to the ground. And his sweat was as it were, great drops of blood, trickling or falling down to the ground, Luk. 22. 44. Canst thou read this, O thou wicked sinner, and yet go in sin? Canst thou think of this, and defer Repentance one hour longer? O heart of flint! yea, harder. O miserable Wretch! what place in Hell will be hot enough for thee to have thy Soul put into, if thou shalt persist, or go on still to add Iniquity to Iniquity?
Witness also that strange kind of sweat, that trickled down his most blessed F•ce, where it is said. And he sweat, as it were, great drops or clodders of blood trickling down to the ground. O Lord Jesus, what a Load didst thou carry? What a Burthen didst thou bear of the sins of the World, and the Wrath of God! O thou didst not onely bleed at Nose and Mouth, with the pressure that lay upon thee, but thou wast so pressed, so loaden, that the pure bloud gushed through the flesh and skin, and so ran trickling down to the ground. And his sweat was as it were, great drops of bloud, trickling or falling down to the ground, Luk. 22. 44. Canst thou read this, O thou wicked sinner, and yet go in sin? Canst thou think of this, and defer Repentance one hour longer? O heart of flint! yea, harder. O miserable Wretch! what place in Hell will be hot enough for thee to have thy Soul put into, if thou shalt persist, or go on still to adde Iniquity to Iniquity?
Besides his Soul went down to Hell, Psal •6. 10.