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A sermon preached before the Right Honourable House of Lords, in the Abbey Church…A sermon preached before the Right Honorable House of Lords, in the Abbey Church…
A sermon preached before the Right Honourable House of Lords, in the Abbey Church at Westminster, Wednesday the 25. day of June, 1645. Being the day appointed for a solemn and public humiliation. / By Samuel Rutherfurd Professor of Divinity at St. Andrews.A sermon preached before the Right Honorable House of Lords, in the Abbey Church at Westminster, Wednesday the 25. day of Iune, 1645. Being the day appointed for a solemne and publique humiliation. / By Samuel Rutherfurd Professor of Divinitie at St. Andrews.
London: printed by R.C. for Andrew Crook, 1645
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If it be so,1 that the godly, the green tree suffer such a fire, it must be more then fire that is abiding the enemies; O enemies of the Gospel, O Malignants and haters of the Lord and his Saints, have you Castles and strong holds to run to in the day of wrath? or are your Castles judgement-proof? Cannot death and hell scale your walls? and though you shut your doors, climb in at your windows? ⟨p. 12⟩are your bulwarks and walls salvation?2 have you strength to bide the proof and shot of the vengeance of the Lord, and the vengeance of his Temple? hath not the second death long and sharp tusks? will you endure the siege and batteries of everlasting wrath? vengeance will have nothing under your precious souls; take your pleasure, kill and destroy the mountain of the Lord, the feast is good, ever, till the reckoning come: Job 28. 8. Can you drink a Sea of vengeance? and floods of gall and wormwood? there is a Sword before the throne furbished that will lap and swallow up blood and never be quenched: wrath, wrath creepeth on the sinners in Zion by theft, without a cry or noise of feet, you hear not the rattling of your suns wheels, when it is setting, and the night falleth on you; the day of wrath is secret and uncertain, you sleep & you see not hell at your heels; what will you do, when you shall make your prayers to the hills, to cover you quick?
If it bee so,1 that the godly, the greene tree suffer such a fire, it must bee more then fire that is abiding the enemies; O enemies of the Gospel, O Malignants and haters of the Lord and his Saints, have you Castles and strong holds to runne to in the day of wrath? or are your Castles judgement-proofe? Cannot death and hell scale your walls? and though you shut your doores, climbe in at your windowes? ⟨p. 12⟩are your bulworkes and walls salvation?2