The door of salvation opened by the key of regeneration

Tell a man that never heard of the Gospel or very seldom (when he is convinced of his sins and misery) of the love of God in sending his only Son into the world, to die, that poor sinners might not perish; tell him of the infinite love of Christ, in giving himself a Sacrifice for his soul; how freely Christ invites him, how fully he provides for him, how willing he is to accept him, how welcome he will make him, O how this man sometimes falls a weeping, wringing his hands, and renting his heart, that ever he should abuse such love and mercy, refuse such incomparable merits, walk in the whole course of his heart and life unworthy of such a blessed, glorious, holy, and ⟨p. 122⟩gracious God, the word of God doth wound this man to the soul; but say all this and much more to an Hypocrite, his heart is like the rock not at all moved. The promises of God do not cleanse him from pollutions, but they are as physic to which his body hath been much used, which stirs him not at all, nor purgeth away any ill humours. Threatenings do not work with him, be they never so dreadful and terrible, as a Smiths Dog, being accustomed to it, he can sleep securely, though the sparks of the Forge fly about him, nay though the flames of hell flash in his face.

Tell a man that never heard of the Gospel or very seldom (when he is convinced of his sins and misery) of the love of God in sending his onely Son into the world, to die, that poor sinners might not perish; tell him of the infinite love of Christ, in giving himself a Sacrifice for his soul; how freely Christ invites him, how fully he provides for him, how willing he is to accept him, how welcome he will make him, O how this man sometimes falls a weeping, wringing his hands, and renting his heart, that ever he should abuse such love and mercy, refuse such incomparable merits, walk in the whole course of his heart and life unworthy of such a blessed, glorious, holy, and ⟨p. 122⟩gracious God, the word of God doth wound this man to the soul; but say all this and much more to an Hypocrite, his heart is like the rock not at all moved. The promises of God do not cleanse him from pollutions, but they are as physick to which his body hath been much used, which stirs him not at all, nor purgeth away any ill humours. Threatnings do not work with him, be they never so dreadful and terrible, as a Smiths Dog, being accustomed to it, he can sleep securely, though the sparkes of the Forge flye about him, nay though the flames of hell flash in his face.