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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.
4. They differ in the Fuel that feeds them. Our fires are maintained and preserved in burning by wood or coals, or somewhat that is combustible; and the fire must be suitable to the meanness ⟨p. 78⟩and limitedness of the fuel. But the fire of Hell is fed with the Curse of a righteous Law, and the wrath of an infinite God, and the lusts of the damned. Ah what work will sin, backed with the Curse and wrath of God, make in the Souls and Bodies of men. If David beloved of God under the weight of sin, and sense of Divine displeasures, went mourning all the day, and crieth out so mournfully, Thine Arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore. There is no soundness, in my flesh, because of thine Anger, nor rest in my bones because of my Sin. Mine Iniquities are gone over mine head, as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me, Psal. 38.2, 3, 4. O what will they suffer! and how will they roar and howl, whose Sins are as a Mountain of Lead, shall press and oppress their Consciences! all whose lusts shall gnaw their Spirits, set home and close to their Souls by the fury and malediction of God.
4. They differ in the Fewel that feeds them. Our fires are maintain'd and preserv'd in burning by wood or coals, or somewhat that is combustible; and the fire must be suitable to the meanness ⟨p. 78⟩and limitedness of the fewel. But the fire of Hell is fed with the Curse of a righteous Law, and the wrath of an infinite God, and the lusts of the damned. Ah what work will sin, back'd with the Curse and wrath of God, make in the Souls and Bodies of men. If David beloved of God under the weight of sin, and sense of Divine displeasures, went mourning all the day, and cryeth out so mounfully, Thine Arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore. There is no soundness, in my flesh, because of thine Anger, nor rest in my bones because of my Sin. Mine Iniquities are gone over mine head, as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me, Psal. 38.2, 3, 4. O what will they suffer! and how will they roar and howl, whose Sins are as a Mountain of Lead, shall press and oppress their Consciences! all whose lusts shall gnaw their Spirits, set home and close to their Souls by the fury and malediction of God.