III. By serious thoughts dwell upon thy own Mortality, and on the consideration of Judgment, Heaven and Hell. Ponder upon the certainty, and the nearness of approaching Death; thou mightest dye this Year before the next; this Week, this Day, ⟨p. 182⟩this Hour, before the next; and say, Oh what will become of me then? Where shall I be then? What shall I do? Nay, What shall I suffer then? Am I under the Curse, and Death at my back? Is God angry with me, and Death at my heels? Have I no Title to Heaven, no Reason to hope for it, and yet do not know how soon Death might come? Am I in danger of Hell, and might drop into it any day in the Week, any hour in the Day? Oh woeful case that I am in! Wrath is over my head, and Hell is under my feet: Wrath is ready to fall upon me, and I am in danger of falling into Hell! I never thought my Heart, for want of love, had been so bad, my danger so great, my Soul so black, my Self so near to Hell Torments! Woe is me, that all my Life I have loved loathsome Sin! A very Monster! Even Sin which is a provocation to the Majesty of God, a contradiction to the Will of God, an opposition to the Nature of God, a rejection of the Son of God, a vexation to the Spirit of God, and Damnation to my own Soul; surely this Love was blind. Oh! Will God bear such slightings of his Son? Such abusings of his Grace? Such contemning of his Mercy? Woe is me! Can I live without Life? And be saved without a Saviour? Oh what shall I do? And where must I have help? By whom may I be relieved, restored, saved? Oh in this distress that I am in, if I could but hear of one that could, and would, relieve and save me, of one that could take off the Curse, and make me Blessed, that could turn away Gods wrath, and reconcile me unto him; that would save me from Hell, and bring me to Heaven, then! What then distressed Soul? Oh then, him would I love. ⟨p. 183⟩Love! Yea, with all my Heart, with all my Soul, as surely I should have cause to do. Love him! Did I know such a one, his very Name would be precious unto my Soul, it should be Engraven on my Heart, and I should think I could never love such a one enough. Sayest thou so, Sinner? I will tell thee there is one, and but one, that can, and that is full, and fit, and free, to help thee, and to save and succour thee, in this distress that thou art in.
III. By serious thoughts dwell upon thy own Mortality, and on the consideration of Judgment, Heaven and Hell. Ponder upon the certainty, and the nearness of approaching Death; thou mightest dye this Year before the next; this Week, this Day, ⟨p. 182⟩this Hour, before the next; and say, Oh what will become of me then? Where shall I be then? What shall I do? Nay, What shall I suffer then? Am I under the Curse, and Death at my back? Is God angry with me, and Death at my heels? Have I no Title to Heaven, no Reason to hope for it, and yet do not know how soon Death might come? Am I in danger of Hell, and might drop into it any day in the Week, any hour in the Day? Oh woful case that I am in! Wrath is over my head, and Hell is under my feet: Wrath is ready to fall upon me, and I am in danger of falling into Hell! I never thought my Heart, for want of love, had been so bad, my danger so great, my Soul so black, my Self so near to Hell Torments! Woe is me, that all my Life I have loved loathsom Sin! A very Monster! Even Sin which is a provocation to the Majesty of God, a contradiction to the Will of God, an opposition to the Nature of God, a rejection of the Son of God, a vexation to the Spirit of God, and Damnation to my own Soul; surely this Love was blind. Oh! Will God bear such slightings of his Son? Such abusings of his Grace? Such contemning of his Mercy? Woe is me! Can I live without Life? And be saved without a Saviour? Oh what shall I do? And where must I have help? By whom may I be relieved, restored, saved? Oh in this distress that I am in, if I could but hear of one that could, and would, relieve and save me, of one that could take off the Curse, and make me Blessed, that could turn away Gods wrath, and reconcile me unto him; that would save me from Hell, and bring me to Heaven, then! What then distressed Soul? Oh then, him would I love. ⟨p. 183⟩Love! Yea, with all my Heart, with all my Soul, as surely I should have cause to do. Love him! Did I know such a one, his very Name would be precious unto my Soul, it should be Engraven on my Heart, and I should think I could never love such a one enough. Saist thou so, Sinner? I will tell thee there is one, and but one, that can, and that is full, and fit, and free, to help thee, and to save and succour thee, in this distress that thou art in.
