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Lord, thou seest all my desires, and my continual groanings are not hid from thee : thou alone knowest how weary I am of the sinful travels of this life, how earnestly I long to be at rest with thee; Lord pardon all my sins, and put an end to all my miseries; come Lord Jesus, come quickly, wipe away all tears, from mine eyes, and bring me to the rest of thine which never shall have end.---AMEN.
U PON THE GREAT DANGER OF SECURITY.
DECEIVE not thyfelf, O my soul, it is not fo easy a matter to inherit heaven as thou ima, gineft; there will be much fighting, sweating, bleedo ing, much compunction of soul, subjection of body, hard prelling towards the mark for the price of the high calling in Christ Jesus, before this happy conqueft can be gained.
Confider, therefore, in what condition thou now Gundelde what ground thou hast gained of thy corrupe rature, how much better thou art this day, than ehe day pult, than the year past, than thy whole bilo pult: pay, rather how much worfe by adding ha unto hay by drinking in iniquity like water, by treasuring up wrath agaiuft the day of wrath, and revelation of thy righteous judgment.
Philosophy will tell thee, that in all natural motions, the nearer they are to ending, the more violent their motion is: divinity will tell thee, that in old age, thou wilt be fat, and well-liking: what increase of love haft thou to God's law? what growth of hatred against fin? what bosom-fin haft thou parted with ? what gracious improvement hast thou made in knowledge, faith, repentance, love, and all
those other gifts and graces, which concur to thy perfe&ion?
Holy Saint Anselm was often heard to say, if I could from hence behold the pains of hell, from thence the horror of sin, I would rather embrace those pains, than this. horror. O what growth of grace was here! how far am I from this degree of holiness ? how easily persuaded to delude myself with thews and shadows of perfe&tion? There is no attaining unto happiness without holy violence, without bearing down my body, without cherishing my foul; if I conquer not here, I cannot triumph hereafter.
Lord, when I look into the strictness of the lives of thy saints, I much lament the folly of mine own; I fee holy David in fackcloth and ashes, confuming whole days and nights in mourning for fin, washing his bed with his tears, afflicted in body, tormented in soul, grieving, crying, roaring, for unquietness of heart. Blessed Paul fubduing his body, by fasting, watching, praying, toiling in the ministry, and thou my blessed Saviour, in continual labour and sorrow for my fake: how vain is my trust, how false my hope, how great my error to believe I run, when I stand still ? to expect a triumph without a victory, a victory without a combat.“ Lord, if many that strive to enter in at the strait gate, yet shall not be able :· what shall become of me? who art so far from coming to thee; that I every day am running from thee; who am not only opposite unto thee, but even enmity itself against thee,
Sometimes I feel the stings and gripings of a wounded conscience, I know myself to be a grievous sinner, but I quiet my disturbances by thee my Saviour, I will willingly accept of mercy from thee, but grudgingly repine at service to thee; thou biddest me indeed to drink freely of the waters of life, but thou commandeft me also to make my calling and election sure ; to work out my falvation with fear and trembling; thou ordainest not the end without the means; if I rebelliously neglect the one, thou mayest most righteously deny me the other: Lord, what can it profit me to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season, when I deprive my foul of happiness for ever!
Olet this teach me to deplore my dangerous condition, to go on chearfully in the ways of godlinefs, to think no cost too much, no pains too great, no grief too good, to purchafe heaven; to consider seriously, that time once past can never be recalled, that this hour may be my last, and bring me to eternity of torments; where the stream is fillest, there the channel is deepest; where there is least distrust, there is usually most danger, satan therefore disturbs me not, becaule I sleep in death; but when thou x to anaure for this sate tokio did tredecorze pray prove.
guilty Soul from sin hasz z kucē
Lord, fhalt open mine eyes to see the subtilty of this deceiver, I shall then find, that the waters (of fin) are gone over my soul, that I am woefully drowned in the great depth of security, and can expe&t nothing (without mercy) but satan's cruelty, and mine own endless misery.
TO that sweet mercy, therefore, I appeal, with earnestness of soul, and humbleness of heart, bemoaning my fins, bewailing my transgressions.
O Lord, my God, when I consider of thy gracious goodness, and mine own vileness, I am utterly ashamed to appear in thy presence.
Thou hast often called me to repentance, but I. have not hearkened unto thee, thou hast lovingly invited me to mercy, but I have wilfully refused; thou hast clothed me with thine own garments, and I have shamefully defiled it; thou hast enriched mé with thy grace, and I have robbed thee of thine honor. All this, and infinitely more than this, thou hast freely done for me, the worst of sinners, and yet for all this I have rebelliously forsaken thee, and most ungraciously been most unmindful of thee.
And now, Lord, seeing that I am dead and putrified in fins, and rotten in corruptions, what else can I expect from thee, but to be buried out of thyfight? and yet thou still sayest unto me, live.