A64998:254
The wells of salvation opened, or, Words whereby we may be saved
The wells of salvation opened, or, Words whereby we may be saved by Thomas Vincent.
London: printed for Thomas Parkhurst, 1668
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.
and doth he stoop to entreat and beseech such mean creatures, and wretched sinners as you to be reconciled? O be filled with astonishment and admiration, and go cast your ⟨p. 136⟩selves down at his feet with self-loathing and abhorrency at the hideous nature, and monstrous ingratitude, and baseness of your sins! let your hearts melt within you like Wax, or Snow, when the Sun shineth upon it with heat and brightness; let your eyes drop down tears, as the morning doth drop dew upon the flowers: What! have I affronted such greatness? dared such power? trampled upon such patience? and abused such goodness too? and after all doth God beseech me to be reconciled? was it such a God whom I offended? vile wretch! O that I had never committed such sins! O that I had never been drunk, or unclean, or profane! O that I had never sworn, nor lied, nor stolen, nor offended God in any of my actions! It repents me, it grieves me at the very heart that I have sinned, and that I can grieve no more for it.
and doth he stoop to entreat and beseech such mean creatures, and wretched sinners as you to be reconciled? O be filled with astonishment and admiration, and go cast your ⟨p. 136⟩selves down at his feet with self-loathing and abhorrency at the hideous nature, and monstrous ingratitude, and baseness of your sins! let your hearts melt within you like Wax, or Snow, when the Sun shineth upon it with heat and brightness; let your eyes drop down tears, as the morning doth drop dew upon the flowers: What! have I affronted such greatness? dared such power? trampled upon such patience? and abused such goodness too? and after all doth God beseech me to be reconciled? was it such a God whom I offended? vile wretch! O that I had never committed such sins! O that I had never been drunk, or unclean, or profane! O that I had never sworn, nor lyed, nor stoln, nor offended God in any of my actions! It repents me, it grieves me at the very heart that I have sinned, and that I can grieve no more for it.