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The Sincere Convert
The sincere convert discovering the paucity of true believers and the great difficulty of saving conversion by Tho. Shepherd ....The sincere convert discovering the paucity of true beleevers and the great difficulty of saving conversion by Tho. Shepheard ....
London: printed by T.P. and M.S. for Humphrey Blunden, 1641
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.
Never tell me therefore, that God blesseth thee in thine outward estate; no greater sign of Gods wrath, then for the Lord to give thee thy swing, as a Father never looks after a desperate Son, but lets him run where he pleases. And if God be thine enemy, then every creature is so too, both in Heaven and Earth.
Never tell me therefore, that God blesseth thee in thine outward estate; no greater signe of Gods wrath, then for the Lord to give thee thy swinge, as a Father never lookes after a desperate Sonne, but lets him run where he pleases. And if God be thine enemy, then every creature is so too, both in Heaven and Earth.
Secondly, God hath forsaken them, and they have lost God, Ephes. 2. 12. It's said, that in the grievous famine of Samaria,1 Doves dung was sold at a large price, because they wanted bread. Oh! men live and pine away without GOD, without bread, and therefore the dung of worldly contentments are esteemed so much of. Thou hast lost the sight of God, and the favour of God, and the special protection of God, and the government of God. Cain's punishment lies upon thee in thy natural estate, thou art a Runagate from the ⟨p. 65⟩face of God, and from his face thou art hid. Many have grown mad to see their houses burnt, and all their goods lost. Oh, but God the greatest good is lost: This loss made Saul cry out in distress of conscience, 1. Sam. 28. 15. The Philistines make war against me, and God is departed from me; the loss of the sweetness of whose presence, for a little while only, made the Lord Jesus himself cry out, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? whereas thou hast lost God all thy life time. Oh, thou hast an heart of brass that canst not mourn for his absence so long. The damned in hell have lost God, and know it, and so the plague of desperate horror lieth upon them; thou hast lost God here, but knowest it not, and the plague of an hard heart lieth upon thee, that thou canst not mourn for this loss.