Speedy repentance urged a sermon preached at Boston, December 29, 1689

Unhappy Man; you must now Die before your time, for your being wicked overmuch, and because you have been a Man of Blood, you must not Live out all your Days. I am a little to invert the Words of my Text, in my Speech •nto you, and say, Why don't you seek […] have your Transgression pardoned, and ⟨p. 56⟩your Iniquity taken away? For you shall sleep in the Dust, before this Week be out, and if we seek you next Friday Morning, you shall not be among us. Tis a great Favour of God unto you▪ that you have liberty to hear a Sermon or two; before the Execution which you are Sentenced unto; your Monstrous Hands hurried your poor Wife out of the World with a greater and more cruel Expedition. You may lament it with an inexpressible Bitterness, that you have no better improved those hundreds of Sermons which you have enjoyed heretofore. But I now beseech you, let not one more be lost. You are Hearing for your last; O let it be as for your Life: Look out for a Pardon before it be too late, and let not the Devils cheat you of a Never-dying Soul. Every Drop of that innocent Blood in which you have imbrued your merciless Hands has a Tongue in it; and it makes a fearful hideous Clamour in the Ears of the Great God, saying, ⟨p. 57⟩Vengeance, O Lord, Vengeance on the cruel Murderer! Methinks, you should be concerned for a Saving Interest in that Blood, that speaks better things Nothing but the Blood of the Lord Jesus, will drown the voice of that horrible Cry. This Blood speaks for, A Pardon, to them, whom it belongs unto […] O do you now speak for a Title to that Blood; I say again, Before it be too late!

Unhappy Man; you must now Dy before your time, for your being wicked •vermuch, and because you have been a Man of Blood, you must not Live out all your Dayes. I am a little to invert the Words of my Text, in my Speech •nto you, and say, Why don't you seek 〈…〉 have your Transgression pardoned, and ⟨p. 56⟩your Iniquity taken away? For you shall sleep in the Dust, before this Week be out, and if we seek you next Friday Morning, you shall not be among us. Tis a great Favour of God unto you that you have liberty to hear a Sermon or two; before the Execution which you are Sentenced unto; your Monstrous Hands hurried your poor Wife out of the World with a greater and more cruel Expedition. You may lament it with an inexpressible Bitterness, that you have no better improved those hundreds of Sermons which you have enjoyed heretofore. But I now beseech you, let not one more be lost. You are Hearing for your last; O let it be as for your Life: Look out for a Pardon before it be too late, and let not the Divels cheat you of a Never-dying Soul. Every Drop of that innocent Blood in which you have imbrued your merciless Hands has a Tongue in it; and it makes a fearful hideous Clamour in the Ears of the Great God, saying,