Sixthly: Certainly, my Young People, Tis a Miserable thing, to be in hourly Danger of Easeless and Endless Miseries. In the Damnation that waits for the sleeping Sinner in the other world, and slumbers not, there are incomprehensible Miseries; which cannot without horror be thought upon. Oh! the Miseries of an Eternal Banishment from God, into Outer Darkness, where there is weeping ⟨p. 53⟩and wa•ling and gnashing of Teeth! Oh! the Miseries of being seized by the Justice of the Holy God, and having His Terrors, like Flashes of hot Lightning shot into an Enraged Conscience! Oh! the Miseries of being made Companions to Devils, in those unknown Torments, the Smoke whereof shall ascend for ever & ever! What a Miserable thing tis to be in hourly Danger, of being dragged away, down, down! into these Miseries! Miserable art thou then, […] One. It was a Miserable thing, Deut. 28. 66 Thy Life shall hang in doubt before thee, and thou shalt Fear Day and Night, and shalt have none Assurance of thy Life. This, This is thy Condition, O Christless Young Man. Tis to walk on the very Brink of the Fiery, and the Horrible Pit! In the Morning, the Christless Person may say, For ought I know, I may be plunged into all the Miseries of the Damned, before the Evening. In the Evening, the Christless Person may say, For ought I know, my Soul may be sent among the Damned, before the Morning. Every Lords. Day, our Christless Young People ⟨p. 54⟩may Cry out; For ought I can tell, I may before this Week be out, be broken in the place of Dragons, and roaring with the Devil and his Angels. That man reckoned himself Miserable enough, who sat at a Table full of Dainties, but had a sharp Sword hanging all the while, by an Hair just over his head. Such, even such is the Condition of the Christless. The Sword of the unappeasable Indignation of God, is hanging over their heads; if only the Rotten Thread of a Frail, Vain, Dying Life, should break, which every day, tis a wonder it breaks not! They are struck with a Flame entering into their Souls, and a stroke that cannot be cured in Eternal Ages. O our Children; How can you bear, how can you dare, to continue in this Condition? Shall we hope, that you are at last, more than almost Persuaded, into some Anguish of Soul for the Enjoyment of a Glorious CHRIST! In hope of it, we will now leave with you, our brief and plain Advice,
Sixthly: Certainly, my Young People, Tis a Miserable thing, to be in hourly Danger of Easeless and Endless Miseries. In the Damnation that waits for the sleeping Sinner in the other world, and slumbers not, there are incomprehensible Miseries; which cannot without horror be thought upon. Oh! the Miseries of an Eternal Banishment from God, into Outer Darkness, where there is weeping ⟨p. 53⟩and wa•ling and gnashing of Teeth! Oh! the Miseries of being siezed by the Justice of the Holy God, and having His Terrors, like Flashes of hot Lightning shot into an Enraged Conscience! Oh! the Miseries of being made Companions to Devils, in those unknown Torments, the Smoke whereof shall ascend for ever & ever! What a Miserable thing tis to be in hourly Danger, of being dragged away, down, down! into these Miseries! Miserable art thou then, 〈…〉 One. It was a Miserable thing, Deut. 28. 66 Thy Life shall hang in doubt before thee, and thou shalt Fear Day and Night, and shalt have none Assurance of thy Life. This, This is thy Condition, O Christless Young Man. Tis to walk on the very Brink of the Fiery, and the Horrible Pit! In the Morning, the Christless Person may say, For ought I know, I may be plunged into all the Miseries of the Damned, before the Evening. In the Evening, the Christless Person may say, For ought I know, my Soul may be sent among the Damned, before the Morning. Every Lords. Day, our Christless Young People ⟨p. 54⟩may Cry out; For ought I can tell, I may before this Week be out, be broken in the place of Dragons, and roaring with the Devil and his Angels. That man reckoned himself Miserable enough, who sat at a Table full of Dainties, but had a sharp Sword hanging all the while, by an Hair just over his head. Such, even such is the Condition of the Christless. The Sword of the unappeasable Indignation of God, is hanging over their heads; if only the Rotten Thread of a Frail, Vain, Dying Life, should break, which every day, tis a wonder it breaks not! They are struck with a Flame entring into their Souls, and a stroke that cannot be cured in Eternal Ages. O our Children; How can you bear, how can you dare, to continue in this Condition? Shall we hope, that you are at last, more than almost Perswaded, into some Anguish of Soul for the Enjoyment of a Glorious CHRIST! In hope of it, we will now leave with you, our brief and plain Advice,
