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The saints convoy to heaven a discourse occasioned
The saints convoy to heaven a discourse occasioned by (and in part preached upon) the death and funeral of Mr. Benjamin Lindsey, who deceased the 21st of February, 1697 / by Tho. Doolittle ...
London: printed for John Lawrence, 1698
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.
The Damned, in the Bowels of Hell, and in the Devil's Bosom, are weary of their Torments, of their Pain and Punishment; such a Bosom is no Place of Love or Rest; and the more they are embraced in the Devil's Arms, the more uneasy still they are, and wish that he could hug them into nothing; and Lamenting, say, Have our Bosom Sins brought us to such an uneasy Bosom? Have our embraced Sins brought us to the Embracements of such cruel and merciless Tormentors? We never hugged our Sins so much, but the Devil huggeth us as close. We never kept our Sins so fast, but the Devil will keep us now as long. We are weary, we are weary of this Place and Pain; more weary than we were of Prayers, and Sermons, and Sabbaths upon Earth; we were weary of them, and Death freed us from that Weariness; but now we are weary of these Pains, which we were weary in praying against, and never must be freed from them.
The Damned, in the Bowels of Hell, and in the Devil's Bosom, are weary of their Torments, of their Pain and Punishment; such a Bosom is no Place of Love or Rest; and the more they are embraced in the Devil's Arms, the more uneasy still they are, and wish that he could hug them into nothing; and Lamenting, say, Have our Bosom Sins brought us to such an uneasy Bosom? Have our embraced Sins brought us to the Embracements of such cruel and merciless Tormentors? We never hug'd our Sins so much, but the Devil huggeth us as close. We never kept our Sins so fast, but the Devil will keep us now as long. We are weary, we are weary of this Place and Pain; more weary than we were of Prayers, and Sermons, and Sabbaths upon Earth; we were weary of them, and Death freed us from that Weariness; but now we are weary of these Pains, which we were weary in praying against, and never must be freed from them.
But when the Soul is carried into Heaven, it shall be no more weary of the Praise, Delight and Love it shall be employed in for ever: and tho' it shall not rest Day or Night, saying, Holy, Holy, 1Holy Lord God Almighty, yet it shall find sweet and pleasant Rest, both Night and Day, in sounding unwearied Hallelujahs to the Lord, in the Saviour's Bosom.