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Discourses upon the Existence and Attributes of God
Several discourses upon the existence and attributes of God by that late eminent minister in Christ, Mr. Stephen Charnocke ...
London: printed for D. Newman, 1682
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.
Time is short. *The whole time for which God designed this building of the world is of a little compass; 'tis a Stage erected for rational Creatures to act their parts upon for a few thousand years; the greatest part of which time is run out; and then shall time like a rivulet fall into the Sea of Eternity, from whence it sprung. As Time is but a slip of Eternity, so it will end in Eternity; our advantages consist in the present instant; what is past, never promised a return, and cannot be fetched back by all our vows: What is future, we cannot promise our selves to enjoy; we may be snatched away before it comes. Every minute that passeth, speaks the fewer remaining, till the time of death. And as we are every hour further from our beginning, we are nearer our end. The Child born this day grows up, to grow nothing at last. ⟨p. 201⟩In all Ages, there is but a step between us and Death, as David said of himself.* The little time that remains for the Devil till the day of Judgment, envenoms his wrath; he rageth, because his time is short. *The little time that remains between this moment and our death, should quicken our diligence to inherit the endless and unchangeable Eternity of God.
Time is short. *The whole time for which God design'd this building of the world is of a little compass; 'tis a Stage erected for rational Creatures to act their parts upon for a few thousand years; the greatest part of which time is run out; and then shall time like a rivulet fall into the Sea of Eternity, from whence it sprung. As Time is but a slip of Eternity, so it will end in Eternity; our advantages consist in the present instant; what is past, never promised a return, and cannot be fetcht back by all our vows: What is future, we cannot promise our selves to enjoy; we may be snatcht away before it comes. Every minute that passeth, speaks the fewer remaining, till the time of death. And as we are every hour further from our beginning, we are nearer our end. The Child born this day grows up, to grow nothing at last.