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Christianus per ignem. Or, A disciple warming of himself and owning of his Lord:…
Christianus per ignem. Or, A disciple warming of himself and owning of his Lord: with devout and useful meditations, fetched out of the fire, by a Christian in a cold season, sitting before it. A work though never out of season, yet more particularly, designed for the seasonable and profitable entertainment, of them that would well employ their leisure [sic] by the fire-side. : [Three lines in Latin from Alsted]Christianus per ignem. Or, A disciple warming of himself and owning of his Lord: with devout and useful meditations, fetch'd out of the fire, by a Christian in a cold season, sitting before it. A work though never out of season, yet more particularly, designed for the seasonable and profitable entertainment, of them that would well employ their liesure [sic] by the fire-side. : [Three lines in Latin from Alsted]
Boston: printed by B. Green for Benjamin Eliot, 1702
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Christianus per Ignem. Or, A Disciple WARMING himself And OWNING hi… › Meditation 6: Meditation VI.
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The Trouble of a Guilty Conscience, when the breath of God has begun to kindle that stream of Brimstone, in many a Sinner upon Earth, has been intolerable so much beyond the Fire, that here in our own Land, a man that had been much given to Gaming, and by consequence to other Lewdness, falling into a ⟨p. 75⟩wounded Conscience, kept roaring out, Oh! I am all on Fire under the Wrath of God! I am all on a Light fire under the Wrath of God! And then actually made choice of strangling rather than life. Nor are many months past since here was a Lying, Thievish, Wicked Fellow, that of a Tailor, started up a Preacher; but God soon visited him with a wounded Conscience, in which he kept roaring out, That he was Damned; and he would fain have thrust his Hands or Feet, into the Fire, that so (he said) he might feel something of what he was going to suffer through all Eternity. I have also read of one Rogers, who under a wounded Conscience, declared, That he wish d but for this mitigation of his miseries. To lie for ever as the Back log, behind the Fire on the Hearth. Most significant were the words of another, Lying under the Terrors of a wounded Conscience: who hearing some Talk about the Fire, and other most cruciating ways of Dying, horribly cried out, Oh! All of this, is but a Metaphor, to what I do feel! Now, if in the Suburbs of Hell, we have seen Sinners under more intolerable circumstances, than those of Burning in the Fire, what shall we think of Hell, it self? Thou, even thou, O God, art to be feared; and who may stand in thy sight, when once thou art angry?
The Trouble of a Guilty Conscience, when the breath of God has begun to kindle that stream of Brimstone, in many a Sinner upon Earth, has been intolerable so much beyond the Fire, that here in our own Land, a man that had been much given to Gaming, and by consequence to other Lewdness, falling into a ⟨p. 75⟩wounded Conscience, kept roaring out, Oh! I am all on Fire under the Wrath of God! I am all on a Light fire under the Wrath of God! And then actually made choice of strangling rather than life. Nor are many months past since here was a Lying, Thievish, Wicked Fellow, that of a Tailor, started up a Preacher; but God soon visited him with a wounded Conscience, in which he kept roaring out, That he was Damned; and he would fain have thrust his Hands or Feet, into the Fire, that so (he said) he might feel something of what he was going to suffer through all Eternity. I have also read of one Rogers, who under a wounded Conscience, declared, That he wish d but for this mitigation of his miseries. To ly for ever as the Back log, behind the Fire on the Hearth. Most significant were the words of another, Lying under the Terrors of a wounded Conscience: who hearing some Talk about the Fire, and other most cruciating wayes of Dying, horribly cried out, Oh! All of this, is but a Metaphor, to what I do feel! Now, if in the Suburbs of Hell, we have seen Sinners under more intolerable circumstances, than those of Burning in the Fire, what shall we think of Hell, it self? Thou, even thou, O God, art to be feared; and who may stand in thy sight, when once thou art angry?