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A call to the unconverted, to turn and live
A call to the unconverted, to turn and live; and accept of mercy, while mercy may be had; as they ever would find mercy, in the day of extremity from the living God. / By his unworthy servant, Richard Baxter.
Philadelphia: printed for Matthew Carey, 1795Philadelphia: printed for Mathew Carey, 1795
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how easily could God have snatched thee away in a moment, and set thee before his dreadful majesty, where thou shouldst see ten thousand times ten thousand glorious angels waiting on his throne, and have called thee there to plead thy cause, and asked thee, 'What haft thou ⟨p. 47⟩now to say against thy Creator, his truth, his servants, or his holy ways? Now plead thy cause, and make the best of it thou canst? Now, what canst thou say, in excuse of thy sins? Now, give account of thy worldliness and fleshly life, of thy time, of all the mercies thou hast had.' O how thy stubborn heart would have melted, and thy proud looks be taken down, and thy countenance be appalled, and thy stout words be turned into speechless silence, or dreadful cries, if God had but set thee at his bar, and pleaded his own cause with thee, which thou hast here so maliciously pleaded against! How easily can he at any time say to the guilty soul, 'come away, and live in that flesh no more till the resurrection,' and it cannot resist. A word of his mouth would take off the poise of thy present, life, and then all thy parts and powers would stand still, and if he say unto thee, live no longer, or live in kell, thou couldst not disobey.
how easily could God have snatched thee away in a moment, and set thee before his dreadful majesty, where thou shouldst see ten thousand times ten thousand glorious angels waiting on his throne, and have called thee there to plead thy cause, and asked thee, 'What haft thou ⟨p. 47⟩now to say against thy Creator, his truth, his servants, or his holy ways? Now plead thy cause, and make the best of it thou canst? Now, what canst thou say, in excuse of thy sins? Now, give account of thy worldliness and fleshly life, of thy time, of all the mercies thou hast had.' O how thy stubborn heart would have melted, and thy proud looks be taken down, and thy countenance be appalied, and thy stout words be turned into speechless silence, or dreadful cries, if God had but set thee at his bar, and pleaded his own cause with thee, which thou hast here so maliciously pleaded against! How easily can he at any time say to the guilty soul, 'come away, and live in that flesh no more till the resurrection,' and it cannot resist. A word of his mouth would take off the poise of thy presen, life, and then all thy parts and powers would stand still, and if he say unto thee, live no longer, or live in kell, thou couldst not disobey.