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The sinners last sentence to eternal punishment, for sins of omission
The sinners last sentence to eternal punishment, for sins of omission wherein is discovered, the nature, causes, and cure of those sins / by Geo. Swinnock.
London: printed for Geo. Swinnock, 1675
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
It will greatly aggravate their misery, to consider these particulars:
1. The greatness of their loss. It's not the loss of an House, or Estate, or bodily good, but the loss of a Soul, the loss of a Saviour, the loss of a God; yea the loss of all good, and that for ever. It's such a loss as never had its fellow or equal: It's such a loss as cannot admit of any addition to it. It's a loss that never had the like before it, nor shall have the like after it. It's an incomparable loss, that the damned may say as he, Ye have taken away my God, and what have I more?
2. For how small a thing they lose the blessed Jesus. If they had lost Christ for somewhat which might have countervailed the want of him, or had in any degree equalled him, it had been the better; but to lose a God, a Christ, a Soul, fullness of Joy, for a little airy Honour, or brutish Pleasure; this will cut to the heart. O how will it wound the Soul in the other World to think, for how small a toy, for how pitiful a trifle, have I lost a Crown of Glory, and Rivers of Pleasures for ever! Ah what a Fool have I been to lose Substance for Shadows, Bread for Husks, a Fountain ⟨p. 47⟩of living Waters for broken Cisterns, their own Mercies for lying Vanities, Crystal streams for puddle Water, the choice Dainties of Gods House for the Devils scraps, Heaven for Earth, and all things for nothing! Was any in Bedlam ever half so distracted.
2. For how small a thing they lose the blessed Jesus. If they had lost Christ for somewhat which might have countervail'd the want of him, or had in any degree equal'd him, it had been the better; but to lose a God, a Christ, a Soul, fulness of Joy, for a little aiery Honour, or bruitish Pleasure; this will cut to the heart. O how will it wound the Soul in the other World to think, for how small a toy, for how pitiful a trifle, have I lost a Crown of Glory, and Rivers of Pleasures for ever! Ah what a Fool have I been to lose Substance for Shadows, Bread for Husks, a Fountain