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The day of doom; or A description of the great and last judgment With a short discourse about eternity
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Wigglesworth, Michael, 1631-1705.
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evermore Let this awaken thy security And make thee look about thee speedily How canst thou rest an hour â—r sleep a night Or in thy creature comforts take delight Or with vain toys thy self forgetful make How near thou art unto the burning Lake How canst thou live without tormenting fears How canst thou hold from weeping flouds of tears Yea tears of bloud I might almost have said If such like tears could from thine eyes be shed To gain the world what will it profit thee And lose thy soul and self eternally Eternity on one small point dependeth The man is lost that this short life mis spendeth For as the Tree doth fall right so it lies And man continues in what sâ—ate he dies Who happy die shall happy rise again Who cursed diâ— shall cursed still remain If under sin and wrath death leaves thee bound At Judgement under wrath thou shalt be found And then wo wo that ever thou wert born O wretched man of heaven and earth forlorn Consider this all ye that God forget Who all his threatnings at nought do set Leâ—â— into pieces he begin to tear Your souls and there be no deliverâ—r O you that now sing care and fear away Think oâ—ten of that â—ormidable day Wherein the Heav'ns with a mighty noise And with an hideous heart-confounding voice Shall pass away together being roll'd As men are wont their garments up to fold When th' Elements with â—ervent heat shall melt And living creatures in the same shall swelt And all together in those flames expire Which set the earth's foundations on fire Oh what amazement will your hearts be in And how will you to curse your selves begin For all your damned sloth and negligence And unbelief and gross impenitence When you shall hear that dreadful Sentence pasâ— That all the wicked into hell be cast What horrour will your consciences â—uâ—prise When you shall hear the fruitless-doleful cries Of such as are compelled to depart Unto the place of everlasting smart What when you see the sparks flie out of hell And view the Dungeon where you are to dwell Wherein you must eternally remain In anguish and intollerable pain What when your hands and feet are bound togetheâ— And you are cast into that Lake for ever Then shall you feel the truth of what you hear That hellish pains are more then you can bear And that those torments are an hundred fold More terrible then ever you were told Nor speak I this good Reader to torment thee Before the time but rather to prevent thee From running headlong to thine own decay In such a perillous and deadly way We who have known and felt Jehovah's terrours Perswade men to repent them of their errours And turn to God in time ere his Decree Bring forth and then there be no remedee If in the night when thou art fast asleep Some friend of thine that better watch doth keep Should see thy house all on a burning flame And thee almost inclosed with the same If such a friend should break thy door wake thee Or else by force out of the peril take thee What wouldst thou take his kindneâ—s in ill part Or frown upon him for his good desert Such O my friend such is thy present state And danger being unregenerate Awake awake and then thou shalt perceive Thy peril greater then thou wilt believe Lift up thine eyes and â—ee Gods wrathful ire Preparing unextinguishable fire For all that live and die impenitent Awake awake O sinner and repent And quarrel not because I thus alarm Thy Soul to save it from eternal harm Perhaps thou harbourest such thoughts as these I hope I may enjoy my carnal ease A little longer and my self refresh With those delights that gratifie the flesh And yet repent before it be too late And get into a comfortable state I hope I have yet mâ—ny years to spend And time enough those matters to attend Presumptuous heart is God engag'd to give A longer time to such as love to live Like Rebels still who think to stain his Glory By wickedness and after to be sorry Unto thy lust shall he be made a drudge Who thee and all ungodly men shall judge Canst thou account sin sweet and yet confess That first or last it ends in bitterness Is sin a thing that must procure thee sorrow And wouldst thou dally with 't another morrow O foolish man who lovest to enjoy That which will thee distress or else destroy What gained Samson by his Dalilah What gained David by his Bâ—thsheba The one became a slave lost both his eyes And made them sport that were his enemies The other penneth as a certain token Of God's displeasure that his bones were broken Read whoso list and ponder what he reads And he shall find small joy in evil deeds Moreover this consider that the longer Thou liv'st in sin thy sin will grow the stronger And then it will an harder matter prove To leave those wicked haunts that thou dost love The Blackmore may as eas'ly change his skin As old tranâ—gressours leave their wonted sin And who can tell what may become of thee Or where thy Soul in one days time may be We see that Death nor old nor young men spares Bur one and other takes at unawares For in a moment whilst men Peace do cry Destruction seizeth on them suddenly Thou who this morning art a living wight Mayst be a Corps and damned Ghost ere night Oh dream not then that it will serve the turn Upon thy death-bed â—or thy sins to mourn But think how many have been snatch'd away And had no time for Mercy once to pray It 's just with God Repentance to deny To such as put it off until they dyâ— And late Repentance seldom proveth true Which if it fail thou know'st what must ensue For after this short life is at an end What is amiss thou never canst amend Believe O man that to procrastinate And to put off until it be too late As 't is thy sin so is it Satans wile Whereby he doth great multitudes beguileâ— How many thousands hath this strong delusion Already brought to ruin and conâ—usion Whose souls are now reserv'd in Iron Chains Under thick darkness to eternal pains They thought of many years as thou dost now But were deceived quite and so mayst thou Oh then my friend while not away thy time Nor by Rebellion aggravate thy Crime Oh put not off Repentance till to morrow Adventure not without God's leave to borrow Another day to spend upon thy lust Lest God that is most holy wise and just Denounce in wrath and to thy terrour say This night shall Devils â—etch thy Soul away Now seek the face of God with all thy heart Acknowledge unto him how vile thou art â—ell him thy sins deserve eternal wrath And that it is a wonder that he hath Permitted thee so long to draw thy breath Who might have cut thee off by sudden death And sent thy Soul