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Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. Or, A plain and profitable discourse on John…
Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. Or, A plain and profitable discourse on John VI. verse xxxvii. Showing, the cause, truth and manner of the coming of a sinner to Jesus Christ; with his happy reception, and blessed entertainment. / Written by John Bunyan, author of the Pilgrim's progress. ; [Two lines from Isaiah]Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. Or, A plain and profitable discourse on John VI. verse xxxvii. Shewing, the cause, truth and manner of the coming of a sinner to Jesus Christ; with his happy reception, and blessed entertainment. / Written by John Bunyan, author of the Pilgrim's progress. ; [Two lines from Isaiah]
Boston, : Reprinted, and are to be sold by Nicholas Boone at the Bible in Cornhill., 1728
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But to return, Thus it happeneth sometim• to them that are coming to Jesus Christ, A sad ha• indeed: One would think, that he that is flying from the Wrath to come, has little Ne•d of su•• Clogs as these; And yet so it is, and woeful Experience proves it. The Church of old complained, that her Enemies overtook her between the Straits; just between Hope and Fear, Heaven and Hell, Lam. 1.3.
But to return, Thus it happeneth sometim• to them that are coming to Jesus Christ, A sad ha• indeed: One would think, that he that is flyin• from the Wrath to come, has little Ne•d of su•• Clogs as these; And yet so it is, and woful Experince proves it. The Church of old complained, that her Enemies overtook her betwee• the Straits; just between Hope and Fear, Heaven and Hell, Lam. 1.3.
This Men feeleth the Infirmity of his Flesh • he findeth a proneness in himself to be Desperate: Now he chides with God, Flings and tumbles like a wild Bull in a Net, and still the Guilt of all returns upon himself to the crushing of him in pieces; yet he feeleth his Hear• so hard that he can find, as he thinks no kin• falling under any of his miscarriages. Now b• is a Lump of confusion in his own Eyes, whos• Spirit and Actions are without Order.