God's call to England, for thankfulness after gracious deliverances

Oh what a fearless Age do we live in? we sleep on pillows stuffed with the fire of divine vengeance: We cry, Peace, Peace, and destruction is coming. How do we stupefy our Senses, fear our Consciences, lock up our Understandings, to keep out all fears in the midst of most dreadful dangers? What stupefying Opiums hath the Devil persuaded us to swallow, that makes us so mindless of approaching miseries? How do we fortify our selves with most fond presumptions against the threats of vengeance denounced from Heaven? Can fancied safety deliver our Nation from Enemies, when we have nothing else to secure us? Can empty boastings of conceited ability to defend our selves, prevent the assaults of Enemies, or deliver our Land from the ruin designed? Will security in sin be sufficient guard to preserve us from all Conspiracies? can neither God nor man do us any harm, whilst we imagine our selves out of danger? Oh nos miserrimos! Oh miserable ⟨p. 138⟩England! how do we surfeit with mercies, and wax sick with the kindness of Heaven, and yet say, It shall be well with us? How do we wound our selves, when the Lord is healing; and destroy our selves, when the Lord is delivering, and yet say. The Lord will go on to deliver? What Prosperity do we promise our selves, whilst God is threatening our ruin? What Halcyon-days do we vainly expect, though Miseries are ready to seize us? Oh the dreadful Dooms that are threatened to so stupid a people in the Word of the Lord! Oh the sad Calamities have come upon a people in this condition!

Oh what a fearless Age do we live in? we sleep on pillows stuft with the fire of divine vengeance: We cry, Peace, Peace, and destruction is coming. How do we stupifie our Senses, fear our Consciences, lock up our Understandings, to keep out all fears in the midst of most dreadful dangers? What stupifying Opiums hath the Devil perswaded us to swallow, that makes us so mindless of approaching miseries? How do we fortifie our selves with most fond presumptions against the threats of vengeance denounc'd from Heaven? Can fancyed safety deliver our Nation from Enemies, when we have nothing else to secure us? Can empty boastings of conceited ability to defend our selves, prevent the assaults of Enemies, or deliver our Land from the ruine designed? Will security in sin be sufficient guard to preserve us from all Conspiracies? can neither God nor man do us any harm, whilst we imagine our selves out of danger? Oh nos miserrimos! Oh miserable ⟨p. 138⟩