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Gods Soldiers run from one place to another with their flaming Swords in their hands, Armed with the justice of God, jealousy, power and indignation! O the dreadful ⟨p. 246⟩slaughter that is made. Millions, millions fall, there are not able to stand, not one of them can lift up his hand, their hearts fail them, paleness and trembling hath seized upon the stoutest of them all. The bow of the Lord is strong: from the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of the Lord turneth not back, the sword of the Almighty returns not empty? How do the mighty Ones, fall in the midst of this battle! A hot, battle indeed in which none scape? Who is he that cometh from Edom with dyed garments from Bosrah? This that is glorious in his apparel, and travelling in the greatness of his strength, the Lord of Hosts is his Name. Wherefore art thou red in thy apparel, and thy garments like him that treadeth the wine-fat? I have trodden the wine-press alone, and of the people there was none with me? For I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury, and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment, for the day of Vengeance is in my Heart, and the year of my Redeemed is come. And I will tread down the people in mine anger, and make them drunk in my fury, and I will bring down their strength to the Earth, the band of the Lord shall be known, the power of the mighty Jehovah shall be felt, and his indignation towards his Enemies, For behold he will come with fire, and with chariots like a whirlwind, to render his anger with fury, and his rebuke with flames of fire: For by fire, and by his sword will he plead with all flesh: and the slain of the Lord shall be many, and the Saints shall go forth and look upon the Carcasses of the men that have transgressed against ⟨p. 247⟩me: for their worm shall not dye, neither shall their fire be quenched, and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh. Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and horrible tempest. This shall be the portion of their Cup! This 'tis to fight against God! This 'tis to defy the Lord of Host! This 'tis to refuse a peace that would have been so unspeakably advantageous! To speak a little plainer, this is all that sinners are like to get by their standing it out against the tenders of Grace and Mercy.

Gods Souldiers run from one place to another with their flaming Swords in their hands, Arm'd with the justice of God, jealousie, power and indignation! O the dreadful