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The works of George Swinnock, M.A
The works of George Swinnock, M.A. containing these several treatises ...
London: printed by J.B. for Tho. Parkhurst, 1665
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Again, I have a tender Father, who knoweth my frame, and will lay no more upon me, living or dying, then he will enable me to bear. He hath said it, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee; O my soul, thou hast little reason to dread a contest with this enemy for this cause. Thou mayst contentedly undergo a little pain, to go to thy dearest Lord, when many a sinner hath suffered greater to satisfy his hellish lust.
Again, I have a tender Father, who knoweth my frame, and will lay no more upon me, living or dying, then he will enable me to bear. He hath said it, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee; O my soul, thou hast little reason to dread a contest with this enemy for this cause. Thou mayst contentedly undergo a little pain, to go to thy dearest Lord, when many a sinner hath suffered greater to satisfie his hellish lust.
Thirdly, Is it thy future condition that makes thee unwilling to dye? Dost thou not know that death is thy portal, through which thou shalt pass into the true Paradise? Its the straight gate through which thou shalt enter into life; Though its the wicked mans shipwreck which swalloweth him up in an Ocean of wrath and torment, yet its the Saints putting into harbour, where he is received with the greatest acclamation, and richest welcome imaginable.
Thirdly, Is it thy future condition that makes thee unwilling to dye? Dost thou not know that death is thy portal, through which thou shalt pass into the true Paradise? Its the straight gate through which thou shalt enter into life; Though its the wicked mans shipwrack which swalloweth him up in an Ocean of wrath and torment, yet its the Saints putting into harbour, where he is received with the greatest acclamation, and richest welcom imaginable.
Travellers who have met with many dangers and troubles, in their journeys, rejoice when they come near their own Country. I am a Pilgrim here, and used, or rather abused, as a stranger, shall I not be glad when I come near my blessed home, my eternal happy habitation? Children in some parts, when they first behold the Stork, the messenger of the Spring, testify their joy with pleasant and loud shoutings; O why shouldst not thou lift up thy head with joy, when