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A sorrowful spectacle. In two sermons, occasioned by a just sentence of death, on…
A sorrowful spectacle. In two sermons, occasioned by a just sentence of death, on a miserable woman, for the murder of a spurious offspring. : The one declaring, the evil of an heart hardened, under and against all means of good. : The other describing, the fearful case of such as in a suffering time, and much more such as in a dying hour, are found without the fear of God. : With some remarkable things, relating to the criminal; proper for all to be informed of. / By Cotton Mather, D.D. and F.R.S. ; [One line from Acts]
Boston: printed by T. Fleet & T. Crump for Samuel Gerrish, 1715
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But, Oh! Be Astonished at it! There is yet a Door of Hope set open for thee; It will for one Hour it may be, stand open yet! Oh! Be full of Astonishments at such an Heart-melting Declaration, as is now to be made unto thee. A Compassionate SAVIOUR, is yet willing, to Cleanse by Soul with His Blood, from the Sins, which by casting off the fear of God thou hast fallen into; yet wiling to create in thee a Clean Heart, ••at shall be filled with the fear of God, if he be sought unto; yet calling to thee, O look unto me and be Saved! And yet affording unto thee that Encouragement, in Joh. VI. 27. He that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out.
And, Oh! What wilt thou now •o under these Astonishing […]? Wilt thou not improv•• these few Minutes with a most […] industry and Agony? Do […] •e no longer such an Hard-hearted ⟨p. 82⟩Prodigy! Fall down before thy SAVIOUR, and cry out; O my Saviour; Take pity on my Soul, and now at the Last, let Sovereign Grace break forth, with a good Work of thy fear in my Soul! Cry out, O my Saviour, Let my Sin be all pardoned, and let all Sin be as Abominable unto me, as it is unto all that fear thy Name! Let thy Outcries pierce the very Heavens.
And, Oh! What wilt thou now •o under these Astonishing 〈…〉? Wilt thou not improv•• these few Minutes with a most 〈…〉 industry and Agony? Do 〈…〉 •e no longer such an Hard-hearted ⟨p. 82⟩