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An alarm to unconverted sinners. In a serious treatise: showing I. What conversion is…An alarm to unconverted sinners. In a serious treatise: shewing I. What conversion is…
An alarm to unconverted sinners. In a serious treatise: showing I. What conversion is not, and correcting some mistakes about it. II. What conversion is, and wherein it consisteth. III. The necessity of conversion. IV. The marks of the unconverted. V. The miseries of the unconverted. VI. Directions for conversion. VII. Motions [i.e., Motives] to conversion. : Whereunto are annexed Divers practical cases of conscience judiciously resolved. / By Joseph Alleine, late Minister of the Gospel at Taunton, in Somersetshire.An alarm to unconverted sinners. In a serious treatise: shewing I. What conversion is not, and correcting some mistakes about it. II. What conversion is, and wherein it consisteth. III. The necessity of conversion. IV. The marks of the unconverted. V. The miseries of the unconverted. VI. Directions for conversion. VII. Motions [i.e., Motives] to conversion. : Whereunto are annexed Divers practical cases of conscience judiciously resolv'd. / By Joseph Alleine, late Minister of the Gospel at Taunton, in Somersetshire.
Philadelphia: printed by B. Franklin, 1741
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Application. And is this true indeed? Is this thy ⟨p. 98⟩Misery? Yea, 'tis as true as God is. Better open thine Eyes, and see it now, while thou mayest remedy it, than blind and harden thy self, till, to thine eternal Sorrow, thou shalt feel what thou wouldst not believe: And if it be true, what dost thou mean to loiter and linger in such a Case as this?
Application. And is this true indeed? Is this thy ⟨p. 98⟩Misery? Yea, 'tis as true as God is. Better open thine Eyes, and see it now, while thou mayest remedy it, than blind and harden thy self, till, to thine eternal Sorrow, thou shalt feel what thou would'st not believe: And if it be true, what dost thou mean to loiter and linger in such a Case as this?
Alas for thee, poor Man! how effectually hath Sin undone thee, and deprived and despoiled thee, even of thy Reason to look after thine own everlasting Good? O miserable Caitiff! What Stupidity and Senselessness hath surprised thee? Oh! let me knock up, and awake this Sleeper. Who dwells within the Walls of this Flesh? Is there ever a Soul here, a rational, understanding Soul? Or art thou only a walking Ghost, a senseless Lump? Art thou a reasonable Soul, and yet so far brutified, as to forget thy self immortal, and to think thy self to be as the Beasts that perish? Art thou turned into Flesh? that thou savourest nothing but gratifying the Sense, and making Provision for the Flesh? Or else having reason to understand the Eternity of thy future Estate, dost thou yet make light of being everlastingly miserable? which is to be so much below a Brute, as it is worse to act against Reason, than to act without it. O unhappy Soul, that wast the Glory of Man, the Mate of Angels, and the Image of God! that wast God's Representative in the World, and hadst the Supremacy amongst the Creatures, and the Dominion over thy Maker's Works! Art thou now become a Slave to Sense, a Servant to so base an Idol as thy Belly; for no higher Felicity than to fill thee with the Wind of Man's Applause, or heaping together a little refined Earth, no more suitable to thy spiritu immortal Nature, than the Dirt and Sticks? O why dost thou not bethink thee where thou shall be for ever? Death is at Hand, The Judge is even […] the Door,