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Ouranos kai tartaros= heaven and hell epitomized. The true Christian characterized. As also an…
Ouranos kai tartaros= heaven and hell epitomized. The true Christian characterized. As also an exhortation with motives, means and directions to be speedy and serious about the work of conversion. By George Swinnocke M.A. sometime fellow of Balliol College in Oxford, and now preacher of the Gospel at Rickmersworth in Hertfordshire.Ouranos kai tartaros= heaven and hell epitomized. The true Christian characterized. As also an exhortation with motives, means and directions to be speedy and serious about the work of conversion. By George Swinnocke M.A. sometime fellow of Baliol Colledge in Oxford, and now preacher of the Gospel at Rickmersworth in Hertfordshire.
London: printed by E.M. for Tho. Parkhurst, 1659
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.
THE PREFACE and EPISTLE TO THE READER, Especially of the Parish of Rickmersworth in Hertfordshire, and Borden in Kent; as also the occasion of this Treatise.
I Have sometime considered with my self, (not without some remorse and grief of spirit) the multitudes of men and women, that even in those places, where the Word of God is plainly and powerfully taught, run headlong in the broad way which leadeth to destruction. And indeed if my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and ⟨image 11⟩night (though every tear were a tear of blood) I could never sufficiently bewail the slain of the daughter of my people, of that Parish to which the providence of God hath called me.
I Have sometime considered with my self, (not without some remorse and grief of spirt) the multitudes of men and women, that even in those places, where the Word of God is plainly and powerfully taught, run headlong in the broad way which leadeth to destruction. And indeed if my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and ⟨image 11⟩night (though every tear were a tear of blood) I could never sufficiently bewail the slain of the daughter of my people, of that Parish to which the providence of God hath called me.
That the lying vanities of this world should by most be so greedily pursued, and the real mercies relating to a better world, so wretchedly despised: that a brutish flesh, which must shortly be food for worms, should be so highly prized, and constantly gratified; and an angelical spirit, the soul which must live for ever, so basely slighted and unworthily neglected: that every soul-damning lust should be so heartily embraced; and the soul-saving Lord but coldly and complementally entertained: that the road to Hell should be so exceedingly filled, and the way to Heaven almost wholly unoccupied. Surely this ought to be for a bitter lamentation; and O what sea of blood is enough to bemoan this horrid wickedness!