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Evidence for heaven containing infallible signs and real demonstrations of our union with Christ…Evidence for heaven containing infallible signs and reall demonstrations of our union with Christ…
Evidence for heaven containing infallible signs and real demonstrations of our union with Christ and assurance of salvation : with an appendix of laying down certain rules to be observed for preserving our assurance once obtained / published by Ed. Calamy ...Evidence for heaven containing infallible signs and reall demonstrations of our union with Christ and assurance of salvation : with an appendix of laying down certain rules to be observed for preserving our assurance once obtained / published by Ed. Calamy ...
London: printed for Simon Miller, 1657
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.
12. The soul Evangelically contrite, longs after freedom from sin, more than freedom from suffering;1 it says with the Church, Lord, take away all mine iniquity, not with Pharaoh, the plague; Lord, look upon my affliction and my pain, saith the contrite soul, and ease ⟨p. 61⟩me of that, if it be thy blessed Will, but however forgive all my sins, deliver me from all my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin: hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. O wretched man that I am, Who shall deliver me (and when shall I be delivered) from the body of this death? This is the language of contrite souls.
12. The soul Evangelically contrite, longs after freedome from sinne, more than freedome from suffering;1 it saies with the Church, Lord, take away all mine iniquity, not with Phara•h, the plague; Lord, look upon my affliction and my pain, saith the contrite soul, and ease ⟨p. 61⟩me of that, if it be thy blessed Will, but however forgive all my sinnes, deliver me from all my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sinne: hide thy face from my sinnes, and blot out all mine iniquities. O wretched man that I am, Who shall deliver me (and when shall I be delivered) from the body of this death? This is the language of contrite souls.