A69449:168
The doctrine & directions but more especially the practice and behaviour of a man…The doctrine & directions but more especially the practice and behavior of a man…
The doctrine & directions but more especially the practice and behaviour of a man in the act of the new birth A treatise by way of appendix to the former. By Isaac Ambrose, minister of Christ at Preston in Amounderness in Lancashire.The doctrine & directions but more especially the practice and behavior of a man in the act of the nevv birth A treatise by way of appendix to the former. By Isaac Ambrose, minister of Christ at Preston in Amounderness in Lancashire.
London: printed by J.F. for Nathanael Webb and William Grantham, 1650
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O Lord, my spirit within me is melted into tears of blood, my heart is shivered into pieces; out of the very ⟨p. 50⟩place of Dragons and shadow of death, do I lift up my thoughts heavy and sad before thee, the remembrance of my former vanities and pollutions, is a very vomit to my soul, and it is sorely wounded with the grievous representation thereof: The very flames of Hell, Lord, the fury of thy just wrath, the scorchings of my own conscience, have so wasted and parched mine heart, that my thirst is insatiable, my bowels are hot within me, my desire after Jesus Christ, pardon and grace, is greedy as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame: And, Lord, in thy blessed Book thou callest and criest, Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters. In that great day of the 1feast, thou stoodest and criedst with thine own mouth, If any man 2thirst, let him come unto me and drink; and these are thine own words, Those who hunger and thirst after righteousness shall be 3filled. I challenge thee, Lord, in this my extremest thirst after thine own blessed self, and spiritual life in thee, by that Word, and by that Promise which thou hast made, that thou perform, and make it good to me, that lie grovelling in the dust, and trembling at thy feet: Oh! open now that promised well of life, for I must drink, or else I dye.
O Lord, my spirit within me is melted into tears of blood, my heart is shivered into pieces; out of the very ⟨p. 50⟩place of Dragons and shadow of death, do I lift up my thoughts heavy and sad before thee, the remembrance of my former vanities and pollutions, is a very vomit to my soul, and it is sorely wounded with the grievous representation thereof: The very flames of Hell, Lord, the fury of thy just wrath, the scorchings of my own conscience, have so wasted and parched mine heart, that my thirst is insatiable, my bowels are hot within me, my desire after Jesus Christ, pardon and grace, is greedy as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame: And, Lord, in thy blessed Book thou callest and cryest, Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters. In that great day of the