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Theopolis Americana. An essay on the golden street of the holy city: publishing, a…
Theopolis Americana. An essay on the golden street of the holy city: publishing, a testimony against the corruptions of the market-place. With some good hopes of better things to be yet seen in the American world. In a sermon, to the General Assembly of the Massachusett-Province in New-England. 3 d. 9 m. 1709. : [Five lines of quotation in Latin]
Boston: printed by B. Green, 1710
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.
And now; the Street of the CITY, is Pure Gold, when the Street ⟨p. 11⟩i• filled with Regener••eChristi••s; with men that have the Grace of GOD, shi•ing in them. O Golden City; where the Angels of God may look down on the Market-Place, and say, There is a Glorious Work of GOD on the Souls of the People that are walking there. The Neapolitan Poet sings of his Beautiful City N plus, It was doubtless dropped down fr•m Heaven ▪ The Inclinations of the Citizens, in so near a Neighbourhood of the •laming Vesuvio too; would make one fear, lest it ere long drop down into Hell! But how much rather may the Elegy of an He•v••l• Original be ascribed, where the Citizens are generally Bound for Heaven! Oh▪ H•ly SPIRIT of God and of Grace; M••e thy Sanctifying Work very frequent among us▪ Thou, Th•u art He, who Leadest into a Land of Rectitude! Oh! Let our People generally breathe after this Work; Do so […] it; Get it; O all ye People […] one of you!
And now; the Street of the CITY, is Pure Gold, when the Street ⟨p. 11⟩i• filled with Regener••eChristi••s; with men that have the Grace of GOD, shi•ing in them. O Golden City; where the Angels of God may look down on the Market-Place, and say, There is a Glori•us Wrk of GOD on the Souls of the Peopl that are walking there. The Nepolitan Poet sings of his Beautiful City N pls, It was doubtless dropt down frm Heven The Inclinations of the Citizens, in so near a Neighbourhood of the laming Vesuvio too; would make one fear, lest it ere long drop down into Hell! But how much rather may the Elegy of an Hevl Original be ascried, where the Citizens are generally Bound for Heaven! Oh Hly SPIIT of God and of Grace; Me thy Snctifying Work very frquent among us Thou, Thu art He, who Leadest into a Land of Recitude! Oh! Let our People gerally breathe after this Work; Do so it; Get it; O all ye Peopl one of you!