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The poor doubting Christian drawn to Christ. Wherein the main hindrances, which keep men…
The poor doubting Christian drawn to Christ. Wherein the main hindrances, which keep men from coming to Christ, are discovered. : With special helps to recover God's favour. / By Thomas Hooker. ; With an abstract of the author's life. ; [Four lines from Isaiah]
Boston: printed by Green for D. Henchman, 1743
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.
So it is with a poor Sinner, he is the Malefactor. You that have committed High-Treason, ⟨p. 27⟩you think not of it: But take heed, God will pursue you one Day. Haply God lets you alone for the present, but he will surprise you on a sudden, and Conscience will pluck thee by the Throat, & carry thee down to Hell. And now the Lord pursues him with a heavy Stroke and Indignation, and lets fly at his Face, and sets Conscience at work as a Pursuivant, and that says; These are thy Sins, and to Hell thou must go, God hath sent me to execute thy Soul. Now the poor Soul sees he can no Way escape from the Lord, and to purchase any Favour he sees it impossible; therefore he is resolved to lie down at God's Feet, and hope. Now Hope is a Faculty of the Soul to look out for Mercy: As a Man that is in Expectation of the Coming of his Friend, goeth to the Top of a Hill, looks round about him, to see if he can understand any Thing of his Friend; so the Soul hopes and waits, and stretches it self out for Mercy. When will it be, Lord? When will this Pardon come? The Soul gets up and stands as it were a tip-toe: O when will it come, Lord?
So it is with a poor Sinner, he is the Malefactor. You that have committed High-Treason, ⟨p. 27⟩you think not of it: But take heed, God will pursue you one Day. Haply God lets you alone for the present, but he will surprize you on a sudden, and Conscience will pluck thee by the Throat, & carry thee down to Hell. And now the Lord pursues him with a heavy Stroke and Indignation, and lets fly at his Face, and sets Conscience at work as a Pursevant, and that says; These are thy Sins, and to Hell thou must go, God hath sent me to execute thy Soul. Now the poor Soul sees he can no Way escape from the Lord, and to purchase any Favour he sees it impossible; therefore he is resolved to lie down at God's Feet, and hope. Now Hope is a Faculty of the Soul to look out for Mercy: As a Man that is in Expectation of the Coming of his Friend, goeth to the Top of a Hill, looks round about him, to see if he can understand any Thing of his Friend; so the Soul hopes and waits, and stretches it self out for Mercy. When will it be, Lord? When will this Pardon come? The Soul gets up and stands as it were a tip-toe: O when will it come, Lord?