The Sincere Convert

The Author is one of singular piety, inward acquaintance with God, skilled in the deceits of mens hearts, able to enlighten the dark corners of the little world, and to give satisfaction to staggering spirits. His work needs not the purple of another's commendation to adorn it. But because custom, not necessity, for it's truths prerogative to travail without a passport) I say, because Custom causeth Truth to crave and to carry Epistles Commendatory; know that the work is weighty, quick and spiritual, and if thine eye be single in perusing it, thou shalt find many precious soul-searching, soul-quickening, and soul-enriching truths in it: yea, be so warned and awakened, is that thou canst not but bless God for the man and matter, unless thou be possest with a dumb devil.

The Authour is one of singular piety, inward acquaintance with God, skild in the deceits of mens hearts, able to enlighten the darke corners of the little world, and to give satisfaction to staggering spirits. His worke needs not the purple of anothers commendation to adorne it. But because custome, not necessity, for it's truths prorogative to travaile without a pasport) I say, because Customo causeth Truth to crave and to carry Epistles Commendatory; know that the worke is weighty, quick and spirituall, and if thine eye be single in perusing it, thou shalt find many precious soule-searching, soule-quickning, and soule-enriching truths in it: yea, be so warned and awakned, is that thou canst not but blesse God for the man and matter, unlesse thou be possest with a dumbe devill.

To conclude, Christian Reader, take heed of unthankfulness; spiritual mercies should have the quickest and fullest praises. Such is this work, thou foresawwest it not, thou contributedst nothing to ⟨image 7⟩the birth of it; It's a preventing mercy. By it and other, of the same nature, od hath made knowledge to abound, the waters of the Sanctuary are daily increased and grown deep. Let not the waters of the Sanctuary put out the fire of the Sanctuary. If there be no praise, there is no fire. If thy head be like a winters Sun full of light, and heart like a winters earth without fruit, fear Jest thy light end in utter darkness, and the tree of knowledge deprive thee of the tree of life. The Lord grant thou mayest find such benefit by this work, as that thy heart may be ravished with truth, and raised to praise God to purpose, and made to pray; Lord still send forth thy light and truth, that they may lead us.