I wish, 1That I may so give credit to the Word of Truth, which saith, That the Curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked; that the flying Roll of Curses (the length whereof is twenty cubits, and the breadth ten cubits) shall enter into the house of the Thief, and into the house of him that ⟨p. 564⟩sweareth falsely, (and shall consume it with the timber thereof, and the stones thereof, Zach. 5.2, 3, 4. and that he will pour out his wrath upon the Heathen which know him not, and upon the families that call not on his name: That I may tremble for fear that Atheism should reign in my house, and so it should be ranked amongst the irreligious, and marked for vengeance. Ala•, what a dreadful noise do those Murdering pieces make in mine ears! The Curse of God will canker all my comforts, and blast all my blessings, and that both speedily and irresistibly. But O, my soul, meditate a little upon the latter Text, which is a Prediction, as well as a Petition. What a bitter potion doth thy God give thee, to purge Atheism out of thy family! Consider its nature, it is Wrath: Pour out thy Wrath. Gods Anger is terrible, like fire, burning and overturning all before it; if but a spark of it light upon his own people, 2how pitifully do they roar out! We are consumed by thine anger: Cause thine anger towards us to cease. O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger: There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger. Truly, no wonder that they thus bewail it; for who knoweth the power of his anger? Eut his Wrath is anger in the greatest degree, Anger boiled up to the height: O how scalding is this boiling Lead! If the wrath of a King be the Messenger of death; What is the wrath of an Almighty God? This wrath can stuff thy bed with thorns, and appoint wearisome nights unto thee; it can sauce thy dishes with poison, infect thy raiment with plague sores, fill thy body with torturing distempers, ⟨p. 565⟩thy soul with horrors and terrors; it can waste all thy wealth in a moment, and turn thy Wife, Children, and all thy comforts into amazing crosses and terrifying curses. Hell it self is nothing else but this wrath to come; one Spoonful, one Drop of it will turn an Ocean of the sweetest Wine into Gall and Wormwood. Wouldst thou be an Atheist in thy family for all the World, to live one hour under this scorching wrath!
I wish, 1That I may so give credit to the Word of Truth, which saith, That the Curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked; that the flying Roll of Curses (the length whereof is twenty cubits, and the breadth ten cubits) shall enter into the house of the Thief, and into the house of him that ⟨p. 564⟩sweareth falsly, (and shall consume it with the timber thereof, and the stones thereof, Zach. 5.2, 3, 4. and that he will pour out his wrath upon the Heathen which know him not, and upon the families that call not on his name: That I may tremble for fear that Atheism should raign in my house, and so it should be ranked amongst the irreligious, and markt for vengeance. Ala•, what a direadful noise do those Murthering pieces make in mine ears! The Curse of God will canker all my comforts, and blast all my blessings, and that both speedily and irresistibly. But O, my soul, meditate a little upon the latter Text, which is a Prediction, as well as a Petition. What a bitter potion doth thy God give thee, to purge Atheism out of thy family! Consider its nature, it is Wrath: Pour out thy Wrath. Gods Anger is terrible, like fire, burning and overturning all before it; if but a spark of it light upon his own people, 2how pitifully do they roar out! We are consumed by thine anger: Cause thine anger towards us to cease. O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger: There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger. Truly, no wonder that they thus bewail it; for who knoweth the power of his anger? Eut his Wrath is anger in the greatest degree, Anger boiled up to the height: O how scalding is this boiling Lead! If the wrath of a King be the Messenger of death; What is the wrath of an Almighty God? This wrath can stuff thy bed with thorns, and appoint wearisome nights unto thee; it can sauce thy dishes with poyson, infect thy raiment with plague sores, fill thy body with torturing distempers, ⟨p. 565⟩thy soul with horrors and terrors; it can waste all thy wealth in a moment, and turn thy Wife, Children, and all thy comforts into amazing crosses and terrifying curses. Hell it self is nothing else but this wrath to come; one Spoonful, one Drop of it will turn an Ocean of the sweetest Wine into Gall and Wormwood. Wouldst thou be an Atheist in thy family for all the World, to live one hour under this scorching wrath!
- 1Gods curse, will be on a wicked family.
- 2Psal. 99.•. a•d 85.4.
