A65985:200
The day of doom
The day of doom; or A description of the great and last judgment With a short discourse about eternity
London: printed by J.G. for P.C., 1666
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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.
CLXI. But natures light shined not so bright to teach us the right way: We might have loved it, & well improved it, and yet have gone astray. The Judge most high makes this reply; you ignorance pretend, Dimness of sight, and want of light your course Heaven-ward to bend:
CLXI. But natures light shin'd not so bright to teach us the right way: We might have lov'd it, & well improv'd it, and yet have gone astray. The Judge most high makes this reply; you ignorance pretend, Dimness of sight, and want of light your course Heav'n-ward to bend:
CLXII. How came your mind to be so blind? I once you knowledge gave, Clearness of sight, and judgement right; who did the same deprave? If to your cost you have it lost, and quite defaced the same; Your own desert hath caused your smart, you ought not me to blame.
CLXII. How came your mind to be so blind? I once you knowledge gave, Clearness of sight, and judgement right; who did the same deprave? If to your cost you have it lost, and quite defac'd the same; Your own desert hath caus'd your smart, you ought not me to blame.
CLXIII. Your selves into a pit of woe your own transgressions led: If I to none my grace had shown, who had been injured? If to a few, and not to you, I showed a way of life, My Grace so free, you clearly see, gives you no ground of strife.
CLXIII. Your selves into a pit of wo your own transgressions led: If I to none my grace had shown, who had been injured? If to a few, and not to you, I shew'd a way of life, My Grace so free, you clearly see, gives you no ground of strife.