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Christ in the clouds coming to judgment
Christ in the clouds coming to judgment; or The dissolution of all things. Wherein is plainly set forth the second coming of Christ to judgment. ... / Being the substance of a sermon preached by that Reverend Divine, Dr. Bates, deceased.
Boston: printed for Benjamin Gray, 1729
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
Use 1. Consider that fearful trembling will seize on their Souls that have their ⟨p. 17⟩Sentence for eternal Flames! O which way will they turn, or how will they escape Almighty's wrath? To go backwards is impossible, to go forwards, 'tis intolerable, whose help will they crave? God is their Judge, Heaven their Foe, the Saints deride them, Angels hate them; Good Lord, what a world of miseries hath seized on these miserable Souls; Their Executioners are Devils, the Dungeon Hell, the Earth stands open, and the cruel Furnace ready boiling to Receive them; Oh! how will these poor Souls quake and tremble? every part of his body will bear a part in this Punishment; Eyes weep, Hands wring, Breast beat, Heart ache, Voices cry now, O Man of Earth, What will all thy wealth avail thee? what can all thy Pleasures profit thee? One drop of water to cool thy tongue in these flames is worth more than all the Pleasures in the World, Luk. 16.24.
Use 1. Consider that fearful trembling will seize on their Souls that have their ⟨p. 17⟩Sentence for eternal Flames! O which way will they turn, or how will they escape Almighty's wrath? To go backwards is impossible, to go forwards, 'tis intollerable, whose help will they crave? God is their Judge, Heaven their Foe, the Saints deride them, Angels hate them; Good Lord, what a world of miseries hath seiz'd on these miserable Souls; Their Executioners are Devils, the Dungeon Hell, the Earth stands open, and the cruel Furnace ready boiling to Receive them; Oh! how will these poor Souls quake and tremble? every part of his body will bear a part in this Punishment; Eyes weep, Hands wring, Breast beat, Heart ake, Voices cry now, O Man of Earth, What will all thy wealth avail thee? what can all thy Pleasures profit thee? One drop of water to cool thy tongue in these flames is worth more than all the Pleasures in the World, Luk. 16.24.