The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature…

Answer me again, Quest. 2 Is not the blessed God worthy of all thy service and honour? Doth he not deserve all thy love, and fear, and trust, all thy time and strength, and wealth, and infinitely more? From whom came they, but from him? and to whom should they be given, but to him? Art thou not bound to him by millions of engagements? Art thou not the work of his hands? Dost thou not lie at his mercy every moment? Canst thou live, or move, or breathe without him? Can he not as easily sink thee with fury, as support thee with mercy; turn thee into hell, as warn thee of hell? O think of that place, The God in whose hand is thy breath, thou hast not glorified, Dan. 5.23. Alas, alas man, though thou makest no reckoning of pleasing the blessed God, but banishest him thy heart & house, as if his company were a burden, yet know, that thy breath is in his hands continually; if he do but shut his hand, thine eyes will be no longer open, but thy mouth quickly stopped with earth. Ah, how soon can he take away ⟨image 15⟩that airy difference between sleep and death! He can wink thee into the other world, and look thee into the unquenchable Lake; By the breath of God they perish, and by the breath of his nostrils they are consumed, Job 4.8. If thou dependest altogether upon another man for thy livelihood, thou wouldst think he deserved thy service, and that it concerned thee to please him: O how highly doth it concern thee to worship and honour the Almighty God, in whose hand is thy livelihood, life, and everlasting weal or woe! Ah, didst thou but know what perfections are in him, and how indispensable thy dependence is every minute upon him, thou wouldst wonder at thy folly and madness in slighting him, and make it thy principal business to glorify and enjoy him.

Answer me again, Quest. 2 Is not the blessed God worthy of all thy service and honor? Doth he not deserve all thy love, and fear, and trust, all thy time and strength, and wealth, and infinitely more? From whom came they, but from him? and to whom should they be given, but to him? Art thou not bound to him by millions of engagements? Art thou not the work of his hands? Dost thou not lie at his mercy every moment? Canst thou live, or move, or breathe without him? Can he not as easily sink thee with fury, as support thee with mercy; turn thee into hell, as warn thee of hell? O think of that place, The God in whose hand is thy breath, thou hast not glorifid,