The Sincere Convert

5. Thou shalt be filled with final despair. If a man be grievously sick, it comforts him to think it will not last long. But if the Physician tell him he must live all his life time in this extremity, he thinks the poorest beggar in a better estate than himself. Oh to think when thou hast been millions of years in thy sorrows, then thou art no nearer thy end of bearing thy misery, then at the first coming in; Oh I might once have had mercy and Christ, but no hope now ever to have one glimpse of his face, or one good look from him any more.

5. Thou shalt be filled with finall despaire. If a man be grievously sicke, it comforts him to thinke it will not last long. But if the Physitian tell him he must live all his life time in this extremitie, he thinkes the poorest begger in a better estate than himselfe. Oh to thinke when thou hast been millions of yeares in thy sorrowes, then thou art no neerer thy end of bearing thy misery, then at the first comming in; Oh I might once have had mercy and Christ, but no hope now ever to have one glimpse of his face, or one good looke from him any more.

6. Thou shalt vomit out blasphemous oaths & curses in the face of God the father for ever, & curse God that never elected thee, and curse the Lord Jesus that never shed one drop of blood to redeem thee, and curse God the holy Ghost that passed by thee, and never called thee, Rev. 10. 9. And here thou ⟨p. 93⟩shalt lie and weep and gnash thy teeth in spite against God and thy self, and roar and stamp and grow mad, that there thou must lie under the curse of God for ever. Thus I say thou shalt lie blaspheming, with Gods wrath like a pile of fire on thy soul burning, and floods, nay seas, nay more, seas of tears (for thou shalt for ever lie weeping) shall never quench it. And here which way so ever thou lookest thou shalt see matter of everlasting grief. Look up to heaven, & there thou shalt see (oh) that God is for ever gone. Look about thee, thou shalt see Devils quaking, cursing God; and thousands, nay millions of sinful damned creatures crying and roaring out with doleful shriekings: Oh the day that ever I was borne. Look within thee, there is a guilty conscience gnawing. Look to time past, oh those golden days of grace, and sweet seasons of mercy are quite lost and gone. Look to time to come, there thou shalt behold evils, troupes and swarms of sorrows, and woes, and raging waves,