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Indian dialogues for their instruction in that great service of Christ, in calling home…
Indian dialogues for their instruction in that great service of Christ, in calling home their country-men to the knowledge of God, and of themselves, and of Jesus Christ.Indian dialogues for their instruction in that great service of Christ, in calling home their country-men to the knowledge of God, and of themselves, and of Iesus Christ.
Printed at Cambridge : s.n., 1671
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Indian Dialogues. › Dialogue 2: DIALOG. II. About calling home poor INDIANS.
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.
Pen. Still I am more and more confounded: who is able to deliver a wretched rebellious worm out of his Almighty hand? where shall I hide my self from his eye? Oh that the Rocks and Mountains would fall upon me, and hide me from the stroke of his wrathful hand! And yet I see that my wi•h is vain, there is no escaping from his wrathful vengeance. O• wretched I, what shall I do! had I a world to give, I would freely give it, to be sav•d out of those flames, which are ready prepared for me, and I have so justly deserved. And yet I see that I have no such thing to give in ransom for my Soul; or had I such a thing to give, would it be accepted? God hath no need of my gifts or sacrifices. Oh what shall I do? my miserable Soul must die.
Pen. Still I am more and more confounded: who is able to deliver a wretched rebellious worm out of his Almighty hand? where shall I hide my self from his eye? Oh that the Rocks and Mount•ins would fall upon me, and hide me from the stroke of his wrathful hand! And yet I see that my wi•h is vain, there is no escaping from his wra••ful vengeance. O• wretched I, what shall I do! had I a world to give, I would freely give it, to be sav•d out of those flames, which are ready prepared for me, and I have so justly deserved. And yet I see that I have no such thing to give in ransome for my Soul; or had I such a thing to give, would it be accepted? God hath no need of my gifts or s•crifices. Oh what shall I do? my miserable Soul must die.
Wab. I am in the same condition with you, and so are we all: but I have rest and quiet in my Soul, because I have found a ransom, with which God is well pleased, his wrath is pacified, and I am delivered; I have escaped the danger of those deserved flames.