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Imitation of Christ

Chapter 157

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and deep upon me heretofore,they would have checkc my wild Career in Sin, and prevented many grievous and bold Tranfgreflions, which I have reafon to fear might provoke the Divine Ma jefty, to caft me upon this Bed of Languifhing. For do we provoke the Lord to Jealoufie? Are we Wronger than He.^ AlasI my own Condition hath taught me, how vain and fool-hardy it is, not only to fight againft God, but not to fear and ftand in perpetual awe of him: how fatal to play with this confuming fire: And I cannot but wiQi from the bottom of my Soul, that I had better confidered this Point long ago. Forhe is a Terrible and a mighty God; and, when he enters intoControverfie withMankind,no Flcfli can abide it. At lead, my Soul, let us make that good ufeofthisReflecftion now,tobeunfeignedly forry for what is paft; and more cautious and obfervantfor the time to come. The Flower is withered indeed, and hangs its feeble head ^ but it is not yet quite cut down. O let us yet humble our felves in his fear, and con- fider, what a yet more dreadful Vengeance God hath in ftore for hardened and unperfwadeable Wretches!
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If the Decaysand Pains of the Body alone are fo grie- vouSj howffiall we bear the lofs of Body and Soul both ; how fhall we dwell with Everlafting Burnings; If the Rod of God, thefe comparaisively light Punifhments , reprefent to us the Terrorsof his Angry Juftice; Who can bear the Approach of that Difmal Day, when he (hall come in Thunder andFlames, to make an abfolute End of this whole World, and deliver wicked Sinners over to irrecoverable Deftrudion. An Eternity of Tor- ments! Jefus defend us ! who can entertain even the mod diftant Thought of it, without Trembling and Aftonifhment ? Fall down then, my Soul, and humble thy felf under the mighty hand of God ; that thou may'ftnot perifh with this frail Body. Lofe no time in making thy Peace, but work with all thy might ; efpecially now, that the day of Life feems to decline, and the Night comes on wherein no iVIan can work.