And then again, till their guilt be pardoned, our tear are usually desperate; like a wicked spend-thrift, while hopeless of a discharge from all, treasures up sin unto sin, till that dreadful pay-day come, the day of Judgement. Whereas, when sin, this sin is truly grieved for, the Holy Ghost doth ever bring a pardon in one hand, and a plaster in another; at the same time, to clear the guilt, and cure the disease*. O, says the soul, I am defiled, I am wounded in my flight to Heaven, I am disappointed in my affairs, my God is angry. I have sinned just then, when I should have scored out my sins. I have sinned against my remedy, and how shall I be cured? O was there ever such a rotten backsliding heart! such a Cain-like vagabond cursed frame? what place but Hell, is fit for that heart, that cannot rest in Heaven? Ah Lord! I wonder that the end of my prayer, is not the beginning of my punishment. Though these be but ⟨p. 172⟩small like the Sand, yet being many as the Sand, how can I stand under them? I am ashamed, yea even confounded for these reproaches of my duties. Nay, then says God, that hearkens behind the curtains all this while, Is Ephraim my dear Son? is not he a pleasant child? I will remember him, I will have mercy upon him. When thou art ripe for Hell in thy own eyes, then art thou ripe for grace and glory in the eyes of God. No man shall ever be overborne with a sin he hates. Go my blessed Spirit, that hast melted him, and mend him; that hast softened him, strengthen him: he that laments his sin, shall never languish under it*. The sacrifice of a broken heart doth please him, though the sacrifice of a broken Christ alone doth satisfy him.
And then again, till their guilt be pardon'd, our tear are usually desperate; like a wicked spend-thrift, while hopeless of a discharge from all, treasures up sin unto sin, till that dreadful pay-day come, the day of Judgement. Whereas, when sin, this sin is truly grieved for, the Holy Ghost doth ever bring a pardon in one hand, and a plaister in another; at the same time, to clear the guilt, and cure the disease*. O, saies the soul, I am defiled, I am wounded in my flight to Heaven, I am disappointed in my affairs, my God is angry. I have sinned just then, when I should have scored out my sins. I have sinned against my remedy, and how shall I be cured? O was there ever such a rotten backsliding heart! such a Cain-like vagabond cursed frame? what place but Hell, is fit for that heart, that cannot rest in Heaven? Ah Lord! I wonder that the end of my prayer, is not the beginning of my punishment. Though these be but ⟨p. 172⟩small like the Sand, yet being many as the Sand, how can I stand under them? I am ashamed, yea even confounded for these reproaches of my duties. Nay, then saies God, that hearkens behind the curtains all this while, Is Ephraim my dear Son? is not he a pleasant child? I will remember him, I will have mercy upon him. When thou art ripe for Hell in thy own eyes, then art thou ripe for grace and glory in the eyes of God. No man shall ever be overborn with a sin he hates. Go my blessed Spirit, that hast melted him, and mend him; that hast softened him, strengthen him: he that laments his sin, shall never languish under it*. The sacrifice of a broken heart doth please him, though the sacrifice of a broken Christ alone doth satisfie him.
- *The curious Pen-man having •rimm'd his Page, With the dead language of his dabbled Quill, Lets fall an heedless drop, then in a rage Cashiers the fruit of his unlucky skill: Even so my pregnant soul in th' infant bud Of her best thoughts showers down a coal-black flood Of unadvised Ills, and cancels all his good. Mr. Quar••s.The curious Pen-man having •rimm'd his Page, With the dead language of his dabbled Quill, Lets fall an heedless drop, then in a rage Cashieres the fruit of his unlucky skill: Even so my pregnant soul in th' infant bud Of her best thoughts showres down a coal-black flood Of unadvised Ills, and cancels all his good. Mr. Quar••s.
- *To weep for fear, is childish, •o weep for anger, is womanish; to weep for grief, is humane, to weep for comession, is divine; but to weep for sin, is Christian. B. •iall.