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[Terribilia Dei. Remarkable judgements of God, on several sorts of offenders, in several scores…
[Terribilia Dei. Remarkable judgements of God, on several sorts of offenders, in several scores of instances; among the people of New-England. Observed, collected, related, and improved; in two sermons, at Boston-lecture in the month of July 1697]
Boston: printed by B. Green and J. Allen, 1697
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The Judgments of God among us, have not been more Conspicuous upon any Sinners, than upon those that have made others to Sin. There are some, whom the Scriptures call, The Chief of Sinners: Those who are Chief, in Drawing others on to be Sinners. Truly, The Judgments of God, have often made these, as Exemplary in their Plagues, as they have been in their Sins.
I have known, some Wretched Young Men, in several Societies, who have been the Chief Debauchers of the Societies which they belonged unto. But Oh! What sad Things, could I tell you, of the Deadly Judgments that God hath Showered ••om Heaven, upon the Heads of those Infamous ⟨image ?⟩Youths! God ha's made 'em, the Sons of Eli, with His Deadly Judgments.
I have known, some Wretched Young Men, in several Societies, who have been the Chief Debauchers of the Societies which they belong'd unto. But Oh! What sad Things, could I tell you, of the Deadly Judgments that God hath Showred ••om Heaven, upon the Heads of those Infamous ⟨image ?⟩Youths! God ha's made 'em, the Sons of Eli, with His Deadly Judgments.
Under this Head of the Divine Judgments, why should I not mention the Condition of one whom I knew in this Place? The man Denied the Immortality of the Soul; and would go to debauch other men, with his vile Opinion, That we have no Immortal Soul in us. This poor man came to lie on his Death bed, and then the Terrors of God so Thunderstruck his Conscience, that his Dying out-cries were, Oh! what shall I do for my Immortal Soul; what will become of my Immortal Soul for ever!