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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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A short Soliloquy for an Unregenerate Sinner.
AH Wretched Man that I am! What a Condition have I brought myself into by Sin? Oh! I see my Heart hath but deceived me all this while, in flattering me that my Condition was good. I see, I see, I am but a lost and undone Man, for ever undone, unless the Lord help me out of this Condition My Sins! my Sins! Lord, what an unclean, polluted Wretch am I! More loathsome and odious to thee▪ than the most hateful Venom, or noisome Carcass can be to me. Oh! what a Hell of Sin is in this Heart of mine, which I have flattered myself to be a good Heart. Lord, how universally am I corrupted, in all my Parts, Powers, Performances! All the Imaginations of the Thoughts of my Heart are only evil continually. I am under an Inability to, Averseness from, and Enmity against any Thing that is good; and am prone to all that is evil. My Heart is a very Sink of all Sin: And Oh the innumerable Hosts and Swarms of sinful Thoughts, Words and Actions, that have flown from thence! Oh the Lord of Guilt that is on my Soul! My Head is full, my Heartfull, my Mind and my Members, they are full of Sin. O my Sins! how do they stare upon me? How do they witness against me? Woe is me, my Creditors are upon me, every Commandment taketh hold upon me, for more than ten Thousand Talents, yea, ten Thousand times ten Thousand. How endless then is the Sum of all my Debts! If this whole World were filled up from Earth to Heaven with Paper, and all this Paper written over, within and without, by Arithmeticians; yet when all were cast up together, it would come unconceivably short of what I owe to the least of God's Commandments. Woe unto me, for my Debts are infinite, and my Sins ⟨p. 134⟩are increased; they are Wrongs to an infinite Majesty: And if he that committeth Treason against a silken Mortal, is worthy to be racked, drawn, and quartered; what have I deserved, that have so often lifted up my Hand against Heaven, and have struck at the Crown and Dignity of the Almighty?
AH Wretched Man that I am! What a Condition have I brought myself into by Sin? Oh! I see my Heart hath but deceived me all this while, in flattering me that my Condition was good. I see, I see, I am but a lost and undone Man, for ever undone, unless the Lord help me out of this Condition My Sins! my Sins! Lord, what an unclean, polluted Wretch am I! More loathsome and odious to thee than the most hateful Venom, or noisome Carcas can be to me. Oh! what a Hell of Sin is in this Heart of mine, which I have flattered myself to be a good Heart. Lord, how universally am I corrupted, in all my Parts, Powers, Performances! All the Imaginations of the Thoughts of my Heart are only evil continually. I am under an Inability to, Averseness from, and Enmity against any Thing that is good; and am prone to all that is evil. My Heart is a very Sink of all Sin: And Oh the innumerable Hosts and Swarms of sinful Thoughts, Words and Actions, that have flown from thence! Oh the Lord of Guilt that is on my Soul! My Head is full, my Heartfull, my Mind and my Members, they are full of Sin. O my Sins! how do they stare upon me? How do they witness against me? Wo is me, my Creditors are upon me, every Commandment taketh hold upon me, for more than ten Thousand Talents, yea, ten Thousand times ten Thousand. How endless then is the Sum of all my Debts! If this whole World were filled up from Earth to Heaven with Paper, and all this Paper written over, within and without, by Arithmeticians; yet when all were cast up together, it would come unconceivably short of what I owe to the least of God's Commandments. Wo unto me, for my Debts are infinite, and my Sins