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A sermon occasioned by the execution of a man found guilty of murder preached…
A sermon occasioned by the execution of a man found guilty of murder preached at Boston in N.E. March 11th 1685[/]6. : (Together with the confession, last expressions & solemn warning of that murderer to all persons; especially to young men, to beware of those sins which brought him to his miserable end.) / By Increase Mather, teacher of church of Christ.
Boston: printed by R.P. i.e, 1687
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Ah, woe is me; In the Fruition of God is enwrapped all my happiness, without this, O Lord, what will become of me for evermore! But never was there a more lamentably forsaken Soul than I. The Terrible God, at whose Rebukes the Everlasting Rocks are tumbled down, and the mountainous Pillars of heaven tremble, He is such an Adversary to me, that if I do not agree quickly with Him, never-ceasing Tormentors will take me into their unpitying hands. I have like a Fool in whom •olly was exalted horribly provoked him by my▪ sins that are as many as the Sands, & as mighty as the Hills that over-top the Clouds. I am hereupon justly already smitten with spiritual plagues, & justly given over into the clutches of the red roaring Dragons, & devouring Lions whom I have most fondly hearkened unto Yes I see the dreadful Gulf below gaping for me, I see my self ready to be preyed upon by the worm that dyes not, & by the fire which never shall be quenched. Nor can I by any means pluck my self out from this horrible Pit, this miry clay. Alas, What shall I do? O wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me?
Ah, wo is me; In the Fruition of God is enwrapped all my happiness, without this, O Lord, what will become of me for evermore! But never was there a more lamentably forsaken Soul than I. The Terrible God, at whose Rebukes the Everlasting Rocks are tumbled down, and the mountainous Pillars of heaven tremble, He is such an Adversary to me, that if I do not agree quickly with Him, never-ceasing Tormentors will take me into their unpittying hands. I have like a Fool in whom •olly was exalted horribly provoked him by my▪ sins that are as many as the Sands, & as mighty as the Hills that over-top the Clouds. I am hereupon justly already smitten with spiritual plagues, & justly given over into the clutches of the red roaring Dragons, & devouring Lions whom I have most fondly hearkned unto Yes I see the dreadful Gulf below gaping for me, I see my self ready to be pray'd upon by the worm that dyes not, & by the fire which never shall be quenched. Nor can I by any means pluck my self out from this horrible Pit, this miery clay. Alas, What shall I do? O wretchman that I am, who shall deliver me?