First. There is Rich matter of Comfort, in our Cure. Our Deliverance foretells many Comfortable Things unto us; but This Particularly, That it will not be a Sad, but a Sweet kind of Death, which we must quickly Encounter with. We shall shortly Go to the Dead; and this is one of the Greatest, the Blackest Fears that we are Afflicted with. But, be now assured, Ye Recovered Souls, That when you go to the Dead, you shall not Go to the Mad. Indeed you shall then be Gathered unto your People, as tis said, Abraham was. But who are they? Not the Mad people, whose boisterous Excesses were unto you always Abominable here. No, a Departing Saint sometimes pleaded that with God, Lord, Let me not go to be with the Wicked forever, for ⟨p. 22⟩I did not care to be with them here! But the people which you shall go unto, will be that, in Heb. 12. 22,22,24. An Innumerable Company of Holy Angels, and the Spirits of Just men made Perfect and Jesus the Mediator of the New-Covenant. Happy Souls, Never then be Afraid of Dying any more. 'Twill be but going from a World full of Dangerous Madmen, unto the most Reasonable and most Desirable Society that ever was. Well then, when Grim Death lays his Cold Hand upon you, methinks, he should look pleasantly; he says, Come, will you go; I wont hurt you! and you should answer, Yea, Friend, with all my Heart! Do not now tremble at his Approaches, as before, A King of Terrors, any more!
First. There is Rich matter of Comfort, in our Cure. Our Deliverance foretels many Comfortable Things unto us; but This Particularly, That it will not be a Sad, but a Sweet kind of Death, which we must quickly Encounter with. We shall shortly Go to the Dead; and this is one of the Greatest, the Blackest Fears that we are Afflicted with. But, be now assured, Ye Recovered Souls, That when you go to the Dead, you shall not Go to the Mad. Indeed you shall then be Gathered unto your People, as tis said, Abraham was. But who are they? Not the Mad people, whose boisterous Excesses were unto you alwayes Abominable here. No, a Departing Saint sometimes pleaded that with God, Lord, Let me not go to be with the Wicked forever, for ⟨p. 22⟩I did not care to be with them here! But the people which you shall go unto, will be that, in Heb. 12. 22,22,24. An Innumerable Company of Holy Angels, and the Spirits of Just men made Perfect and Jesus the Mediator of the New-Covenant. Happy Souls, Never then be Afraid of Dying any more. T'wil be but going from a World full of Dangerous Madmen, unto the most Reasonable and most Desireable Society that ever was. Well then, when Grim Death layes his Cold Hand upon you, methinks, he should look pleasantly; he says, Come, will you go; I wont hurt you! and you should answer, Yea, Friend, with all my Heart! Do not now tremble at his Approaches, as before, A King of Terrors, any more!
