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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
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
2. You are incapable of this duty. It is your Sin that you are so; but no ungodly man can perform any Gospel duty: You have the Aff••ction of joy in you, but not the grace to sanctify it, so as to be able to use it aright: you are Strangers, & cannot intermeddle with the joy of the Saints.
2. You are incapable of this duty. It is your Sin that you are so; but no ungodly man can perform any Gospel duty: You have the Aff••ction of joy in you, but not the grace to sanctifie it, so as to be able to use it aright: you are Strangers, & cannot intermeddle with the joy of the Saints.
3 You have enough to think of, to swallow up all your present joy in sorrow. Whatever matter o• gladness you meet in the common Providence of God; all this while it is certain that you are Gods enemies, cursed Sinners, heirs of destruction, under a sentence of death, and may expect every moment when it shall be executed upon you, and post you down to the blackness of darkness for ever: did you know this, could you be so frolic? if God but touch Conscience, you shall have all dashed at once; terror will drink up your spirits, & make you a Magor missabib.
3 You have enough to think of, to swallow up all your present joy in sorrow. Whatever matter o• gladness you meet in the common Providence of God; all this while it is certain that you are Gods enemies, cursed Sinners, heirs of destruction, under a sentence of death, and may expect every moment when it shall be executed upon you, and post you down to the blackness of darkness for ever: did you know this, could you be so frolick? if God but touch Conscience, you shall have all dashed at once; terrour will drink up your spirits, & make you a Magor missabib.