A94156:696
The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature…
The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature and necessity of it is discovered. : As also the Christian directed how he may perform it in [brace] religious duties, natural actions, his particular vocation, his family directions, and his own recreations. / By George Swinnock ...
London: printed for T.P., 1662
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
I wish that before I go for a discharge, 1I may look into the book of my conscience, cast up my accounts, and consider how infinitely I am indebted to my God, that I may consider whence I am fallen, 2and Repent, and like Tamar, though I am ravished and defiled by force, may yet rent my garments, my heart I mean with godly sorrow, and self-abhorrency. O that my soul might be so searched to the bottom, that none of my wounds may fester, 3but all may be discovered and cured. I pray that I may not dare to turn the Table of the Lord into the Table of Devils, by receiving the Sacrament in the love of any known sin, but may go to it with an hearty detestation of every false way, and an holy resolution against every known wickedness. 4I wish that after all my pains in preparing my self, I may look up to Christ alone for assistance, as knowing that I am not sufficient of ⟨p. 332⟩my self so much as to think any thing, but my sufficiency is of God; Blessed Saviour, be thou surety for thy Servant, and bound for my good behaviour at thy last and loving Supper.
I wish that before I go for a discharge, 1I may look into the book of my conscience, cast up my accounts, and consider how insinitely I am indebted to my God, that I may consider whence I am fallen, 2and Repent, and like Tamar, though I am ravished and defiled by force, may yet rent my garments, my heart I mean with godly sorrow, and self-abhorrency. O that my soul might be so searched to the bottom, that none of my wounds may fester, 3but all may be discovered and cured. I pray that I may not dare to turn the Table of the Lord into the Table of Divels, by receiving the Sacrament in the love of any known sin, but may go to it with an hearty detestation of every false way, and an holy resolution against every known wickedness.