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The truly blessed man
The truly blessed man: or, The way to be happy here, and for ever: being the substance of divers sermons preached on, Psalm XXXII. / By Samuel Willard, teacher of a church in Boston. N.E. ; [Five lines from Isaiah]
printed by B. Green for Michael Perry, 1700
Sermon › Doctrine 2: Wicked mens Sorrows, great and innumerable. DOCTRINE II.
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4. And therefore in due time they shall receive them. Delays are not discharges, they may escape for a while, but the Curse will work it self ⟨p. 517⟩out: God is not forgetful of them, nor reconciled to them, and though patient at present, they shall have all at the last in full weight, Deut 32.34, 35. God is not slack, though he be long suffering, 2 Pet 3.9. They are now prisoners of Justice, and the Assizes will fit on them ere long.
5. And mean while these two things are certain.
1 That they have no safety or security for one hour. The Law hath already past the Sentence upon them, they stand condemned, and it is in the Judges breast when he will give out the Warrant for Execution: all their outward peace, and inward confidence is no sign that they are not upon the brink of that ruin which they are obnoxious to; and how often doth God come upon them when they least dream of or dread it, and are singing a requiem to their own Souls, 1 Thes. 5.2, 3. So it was with him, Luk. 12.19, 20. It is mere patience they live upon, and are every hour provoking to fury.
1 That they have no safety or security for one hour. The Law hath already past the Sentence upon them, they stand condemned, and it is in the Judges breast when he will give out the Warrant for Execution: all their outward peace, and inward confidence is no sign that they are not upon the brink of that ruine which they are obnoxious to; and how often doth God come upon them when they least dream of or dread it, and are singing a requiem to their own Souls,