God's terrible voice in the city

Awake! London Awake! open thine ears, Hark! Oh the Trumpet that hath been sounding from Heaven over the City exceeding loud! Oh the Thunderings of the terrible voice of the Angry God! the voice of the Lord hath been powerful and very dreadful: What! canst thou sleep under such a noise? surely thou art dead asleep, dead in sin and security. What will awaken thee, if these Judgements do not awaken thee? If a shrill and loud trumpet do not pierce thine ears, will soft music enter? if the sound of Cannons be not heard, can any expect that Pistols should? It when the Lyon roareth in ⟨p. 195⟩thine ears thou canst sleep still, will soft whispers awaken thee? What will awaken thee if the loud voice of these judgements do not awaken thee? The Lord called upon thee before by his Ministers, by his mercies: now he hath shouted in thine ears by his Judgements.

Awake! London Awake! open thine ears, Harke! Oh the Trumpet that hath been sounding from Heaven over the City exceeding loud! Oh the Thundrings of the terrible voice of the Angry God! the voice of the Lord hath been powerful and very dreadful: What! canst thou sleep under such a noise? surely thou art dead asleep, dead in sin and security. What will awaken thee, if these Judgements do not awaken thee? If a shrill and loud trumpet do not pierce thine ears, will soft musick enter? if the sound of Cannons be not heard, can any expect that Pistols should? It when the Lyon roareth in ⟨p. 195⟩thine ears thou canst sleep still, will soft whispers awaken thee? What will awaken thee if the loud voice of these judgements do not awaken thee? The Lord called upon thee before by his Ministers, by his mercies: now he hath shouted in thine ears by his Judgements.

Awake! London Awake! Thou hast been roused out of thine habitation; methinks thou shouldest be roused out of thy security: What! sleep when dying! dying by the plague, and tumbling into the grave! what sleep when burning! burning by the fire, and tumbling into desolation! What! sleep in a storm! when winds are blowing, and waves roaring, sea entering, and ship sinking! What meanest thou O sleeper! could the Heathen Ship-master say, in such a case, unto