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Unum necessarium awakenings for the unregenerate. Or, The nature and necessity of regeneration. Handled…
Unum necessarium awakenings for the unregenerate. Or, The nature and necessity of regeneration. Handled in a discourse designed for the service of any that may be thereby assisted in the grand concern of conversion unto God; but especially the rising generation. : With an addition of some other sermons relating to that important subject. / By Cotton Mather. ; [Five lines from Ezekiel]
Boston printed: printed by B.H. i.e for Duncan Campbell, 1693
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'Tis requisite, First, that we become sensible of our Emptiness, as to our Happiness. We are to have an Exquisite and a Troublesome sense of this, that we are Ungodly and without Strength; that we are, Dead in trespasses and sins; that we are, Wretched and Poor, and Miserable, and Blind, and Naked. As he cried out, in Rom. 7.17, In me there dwells no Good thing. So are we to complain, In me there is no Light! ⟨p. 78⟩and, In me there is no Life! and, There is nothing in me but an• Hell upon Earth! The Veins of our Souls▪ are to Suck and Pull and Prick within us, through' the perceived Absence of all Spiritual Good; they are pungent and painful resentments, of our destitute circumstances, wherewith we should say, as in Psal. 119.81. Lord, my Soul fainteth for thy Salvation.
'Tis requisite, First, that we become sensible of our Emptiness, as to our Happiness. We are to have an Exquisite and a Trou•blesome sense of this, that we are Ungodly and without Strength; that we are, Dead in trespasses and sins; that we are, Wretched and Poor, and Miserable, and Blind, and Naked. As he cryed out, in Rom. 7.17, In me there dwells no Good thing. So are we to complain, In me there is no Light! ⟨p. 78⟩and, In me there is no Life! and, There is nothing in me but an• Hell upon Earth! The Veins of our Souls▪ are to Suck and Pull and Prick within us, thro' the perceived Absence of all Spiritual Good; they are pungent and painful resentments, of our destitute circumstances, wherewith we should say, as in Psal. 119.81. Lord, my Soul fainteth for thy Salvation.