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The nets of salvation. A brief essay, upon the glorious designs & methods of…
The nets of salvation. A brief essay, upon the glorious designs & methods of winning. The minds of men unto serious religion, : [Four lines of quotations]
printed by Timothy Green, 1704
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And how many other ways, may those that have the Tuition of Scholars, invent for the instilling and infusing of Good Principles into their Scholars, and Winning of their Young Souls over to a sense of Religion! I have somewhere met with this passage among the customs of a certain Tutor; That in every Recitation ordinarily, he would from something or other occurring in it, make an occasion, to let fall some Sentence which ⟨p. 52⟩might have a Tendency to promote the Fear of God in the Hearts of his, Pupils.
And how many other wayes, may those that have the Tuition of Scholars, invent for the instilling and infusing of Good Principles into their Scholars, and Winning of their Young Souls over to a sense of Religion! I have somewhere met with this passage among the customs of a certain Tutor; That in every Recitation ordinarily, he would from something or other occurring in it, make an occasion, to let fall some Sentence which ⟨p. 52⟩might have a Tendency to promote the Fear of God in the Hearts of his, Pupils.
Above all; Won't you Pray for them? As the Man came to our Lord, saying, Lord, Have Mercy on my Son, for he is s•re vexed, & […] falls into the Fire, & into the Water! As the Woman came to our Lord, saying, Have Mercy on me, O Lord, my Daughter is grievously vexed with Devil▪ As the Centurion came to our Lord, saying, Lord, My Servant lies grievously Fermented! So, Let us lift up our Cries to God, for our Children, and our Servants▪ Lord, My Child, will fall […] Eternal Fine […] thou do not save him! Lord, My Child will be a Slave & a Prey to the Devil if thou do not save her! Lord, My Servant is grievously out of Order, & will Perish if thou do not win him to be thy Servant! Oh! Don't leave off till you have your Samuel's, and your Naph•hali's.