Christ's certain and sudden appearance to judgment. By Thomas Vincent, sometime Minister of Maudlins…

Now Christ is come down from the Mercy-Seat▪ from the right hand of the Father, where be made, Intercess•••; and the Throne of Grace is now turned into a Judgment-Seat: now there remaineth no more sacrifice for sin, nothing but a fearful looking for of Judgment to devour the wicked. Alas! why do you hang about […] with tears and weeping? What can I do for you now? can I carry you all up with me in my arms? would not the load be […] great for me? and if all of us together could band & help some of you up into the Air with us, and bring you into the Presence of our dear and glorious Redeemer; With what confidence should you stand before him? with what face could you look upon him, when you are so black and filthy, and have such guilt upon your Consciences? would not your looks betray you to be none of our •••mbers? Would not your black and trembling joints speak what you are? and would not Christ frown you away from our company? and then we must of necessity let you fall from on high amongst your fellow hypocrites and unbelievers. Could we carry you up with us, if you should lay hold on us: would not the Angels snatch you out of your arms: or would not Devils tear you away from us? and could I rescue any of you out of Satan […], when he comes to seize upon his Own? Alas! what can […] for you at this time? I must away, and be gone, and •id […] […] due for ever: The Saints are all risen, and have put […] their glorious attire, and we are called for: It is your o•w• […] that ye did not help to fill up this number: and when such of us as belong to Christ should be caught up in the Clouds: O how dreadful would it be for you, and all that should be found in the number of them that are left?

Now Christ is come down from the Mercy-Seat▪ from the right hand of the Father, where be made, Intercess•••; and the Throne of Grace is now turned into a Judgment-Seat: now there remai•eth no more sacrifice for sin, nothing but a fearful looking for of Judgment to devour the wicked. Alas! why do you hang about 〈…〉 with tears and weeping? What can I do for you now? can I carry you all up with me in my arms? would not the load be great for me? and if all of us together could band & help some of you up into the Air with us, and bring you into the Presence of our dear and glorious Redeemer; With what confidence should you stand before him? with what face could you look upon him, when you are so black and filthy, and have such guilt upon your Consciences? would not your looks betray you to be none of our mbers? Would not your black and trembling joynts speak what you are? and would not Christ frown you away from our company? and then we must of necessity let you fall from on high amongst your fellow hypocrites and unbelievers. Could we carry you up with us, if you should lay hold on us: would not the Angels snatch you out of your arms: or would not Devils tear you away from us? and could I rescue any of you out of Satan , when he comes to seize upon his Own? Alass! what can for you at this time? I must away, and be gone, and id due for ever: The Saints are all risen, and have put their glorious attire, and we are called for: It is your ow that ye did not help to fill up this number: and when such of us as belong to Christ should be caught up in the Clouds: O how dreadful would it be for you, and all that should be found in the number of them that are left?