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the gospel for me? But my hard and impenitent heart could not relent; and now, if it could, it is too late. I am now paft out of the ocean of mercy, into the ocean of eternity; where I am fixed in the midst of endless mifery, and shall never hear the voice of mercy more.

O dreadful eternity! O soul.confounding word! An ocean indeed, to which this ocean is but as a drop; for in thee no foul shall see either bank or bottom. If I lie but one night under strong pains of body, how tedious doth that night seem! And how do I tell the clock, and wish for day! In the world I might have had life, and would not. And now, how fain would I have death, but cannot? How quick were my fins in execution ? And how long is their punishment in duration ? O! how shall I dwell with everlasting burnings? Oh that God would but vouchsafe one treaty more with me! But alas, all tenders and treaties are now at an end with me. On earth peace, Luke ii. 13. but none in hell. O my soul! confider these things; come, let us debate this matter seriously, before we launch out into this ocean.

HO from some high-rais'd tower views the ground;

His heart doth tremble, and his head goes round;
Even so my foul, whilft it doth view and think
On this eternity, upon whose brink
It borders, stands amazed, and doth cry,
Oboundless ! bottomless eternity!
The scourge of hell, whose very lain doth rend
The damned souls in twain : What! never end?
The more thereon they ponder, think, and pore,
The more, poor wretches, still they howl and roar.
Ah! though more years in torments we should lie,
Than sands are on the shores, or in the sky
Are twinkling stars; yet this gives fome relief !
The hope of ending. Ah! but here's the grief!
A thousand years in torments past and gone,
Ten thousand more afresh are coming on;
And when these thousands all their course have run,
The end's no more than when it first begun.
Come then, my soul, let us discourse together
This weighty point, and tell me plainly whether
You for these short-liv'd joys, that come and go,
Will plunge yourself and me in endless woe.
Resolve the question quickly, do not dream
More time away. Lo, in an hafty stream


We fwiftly pass, and shortly we fall be logulphed both in this eternity.

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CHAP. 11L.
Within thife smooth fac'd feas frange creatures crawl;
But in man's heart far ftranger than them all.

IT was an upadvif:d laging of Plato, Mare nil memorabile'

producit: the sea produceth nothing inemorable. But lurely there is much of the wisdom, power, and goodness of God manifefted in those inhabitants of the watery region : notwithftandiag the fea's azure and smiling face, strange creatures are bred in its womb. "O Lord, (laith David) how manifold are " thy works : In wisdom haft thou made them all; the earth " is full of thy riches. So is this great and wide sea, where “ia are things creepiag inaumerable, both small and great " beats,” Pial. civ. 24, 25. Aod we read, Lam. iv. 3. of Sea-monsters, which draw out their breasts to their youog. Pling and Purchas teil jacredible Nories about them. About the tropic of Capricorn, our feamen meet with flying fishes, that have wings like a rere-moufe, but of a silver colour; they By ia flocks like stares. There are creatures of very strange forms and properties; some resembling a cow, called by the Spaniards, manates, by some supposed to be the fea-monster spoken of by Jeremy. In the rivers of Gvinca, Parchas faith, there are titles that have four eyes, beariog two above, and two begeath the water, when they iwim : both resembling a toad, and very poilonous. How straoge, both in shape and property, is the sword-fish and thresher, bat fight with the whale : Even our own leas produce creatures of Strange shapes, but the compopoefs takes off the wonder.

APPLICATION. Thus doth the heart of mao naturally fwarm and abound with strange and monstrous lufts and abominations, Rom. i. 29 30, 31. "Being filled with all uprighteousness, fornication, " wickedness, covetoufaefs, maliciousness, full of envy, mur" der, debate, deceit, malignity, whisperers, backbiters, hat. "ers of God, despiteful, proud, boalters, inventors of evil " things, disobedient to parents, without understanding, cove“Dant-breakers, without Datural affection, implacable, vomer“ ciful." O what a fwarm is here ! and yet there are multitudes more, in the depths of the heart! And it is no wonder, Vol. VI.


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: Or, considering that with this fatore, we received the spawn of the blackelt and vileft abominations. This original luit is productive of them all, Jam. i. 14, 15. which lutt, though it be ia every man, numerically, different from that of others, yet it is one and the lame specifically, for fort and kiod, in all the children of Adam ; even as the realonable loul, though every man hath his owa foul, viz. a loul iodividually distinct from another mao's, yet it is the lame for kicd in all men. So that whatever abominations are in the hearts and lives of the vileft sadomites, and most profligate wretches under heaven; there is the fame matter in thy heart out of which they were fhaped and formed. In the depths of the ticart, they are conceived, and thence they crawl out of the eyes, hands, lips, and all the members, Matth. xv. 18, 19. “ Those things (faith Chrift; which proceed out of the mouth, come forth from the heart, " and defile a man. For out of the heart proceed cvili thoughts, "murders, adulteries, foroications, thefts, falte witnefs, blar** phemies : even luch monsters, as would make a gracious

heart tremble to behold. • What are my lusts Puller's Medi- ' ffaith one) but fo many toads fpitting of ve. tations, p.15.,' Bom, and Spawning of poifon ; eroakisg in my

judgment, creeping in my will, and crawling • joto my affections ?" The apostle io i Cor, v. b. tells us of a sin, “ Dot to be oamed;" lo monstrous, that pature itself fartles at ir: even such monsters are generated in the depths of the heart. Whente come evils ? was a question that much puzzled the philolophers of old. Now kere you may fec whence they come, and where they are begotten. 1

REFLECTION. : And are there such ftraoge abominaties in the heart of man Thợp how is he degenerated from his primitive perfection and glory! His alreams were once as clear as crystal, aod the fourtaio of thema pure, there was no uoclean creature moving in them. What a Hately fabric was the foul at first! And what holy inhabitants poffcffed the several rooms thereof! But now, as God speaks of Idumea, Ifa. xxxiv. 11. "" The line of coo“ fusion is ftretched out upon it, od the stones of empriness. “ The cormorant and bittern possess it'; the owl aod the raven is dwell in it.” Yea, as Ifa. xiii. 21, 22. “ The wild bealls of * the defart lie there ; it is full of doltful creatures, the fa" tyrs dance in it, and dragons cry in those fometimes pleafar " places.” O sad change ! how fadly may we look back towards our first state ! and take up the words of Job, “O that "I were as in months past, as in the da.. of my youth'; when

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the Almighty was yet with me, when I put op righteous. * Dess, and it cloathed me, when my glory was fresh in me, *** Job. xxix. 2, 4, 5.

Again, think, O my soul, what a miserable condition the Vo regenerate abide io! Thus swarmed and over run with hellifh lufts, under the dominion and vassalage of divers lufts, Tit. iii. 3. What a tumultuous sea is such a foul: how do these lusts Tage within them ! how do they contest and scuffle for the tbrode! and usually take it by turns: for as all discales are contrary to health, yet some contrary to each other, so are lolts. Heace poor creatures are hurried on to different kinds of sevitude, according to the Dature of that imperious lust that is in the throne; and, like the lunatic, Matth. xvii. are sometimes calt into the water, and sometimes into the fire. Well might the prophet say, “The wicked is like a troubled sea that cannot és rest,” lfa. vii. 20. They have no peace now in the service of fin, and less shall they have hereafter, when they receive the wages of lio. “ There is no peace to the wicked, faith

my God.” They indeed cry Peace, peace; but my God doth not say fo. The last issue and result of this is eternal death; no fooder it is delivered of its deceitful pleasures, but prefently it falls in travail again, and brings forth death, Jam. i. 15.

Once more : aod is the heart such a sea, abounding with monstrous abomications ? Then ftand astopithed, O my foul, at that free-grace which hath delivered thee from fo fad a condition; O fall down, and kiss the tect of mercy that moved fo freely and seasonably to thy rescue? Let my heart be enlarged abundantly here. Lord, what am I, that I lould be taken, and others left? Reflect, O my foul, upon the conceptions and births of lusts in the days of vanity, which thou now blushest to own. O what black imaginations, hellith desires,

O vile affections, are lodged there! Who made me to differ? or, bow came to be thus wonderfully separated ? Surely, it is by thy free.grace, and nothing else, that I am what I am; and by that grace I have escaped (to miue own astonishment) the corruption that is in the world through luft. O that ever the holy God Mould let his eyes on such an one ; or calt a look of love towards me, in whom were legions of uncleao lufts and abominations.

The ÞO E M. MY foul's the sea, wherein, from day to day,

Sids like Leviathans do sport and play. Great master lusts, with all the leser fry, Therein increase, and strangely multiply.


Yet strange it is not, lin fo fast should breed,
Since with this aature I receiv'd the feed
And spawn of ev'ry species, which was shed
loto its caverns firit, then pourished
By its own dative warmth; which like the sua
Hath quickened them, and now abroad they come;
And like the frogs of Egypt creep and crawl
Jato the closest rooms within my loul.
My fancy swarms, for there they frisk and play,
lo dreams by night, and foolish toys by way.
My judgments clouded by them, and my will
Perverted, every corner they do fill.
As locusts seize on all that's fresh and green,
Uacloath the beauteous spring, and make it seem
Like drooping autumo ; fo my foul, that first
As Eden leem'd, dow's like a grovod that's curl.
Lord purge my streams, and kill those lusts that lie
Within them; if they do not, I must die.

Seas purge themselves, and call their filth afbore,
But graceless fouls retain, and suck in more.

SE E AS are in a continual motion and agitation, they have

their flux and reflux, by which they are kept from putrefaction : like a fountain it cleanses itself, Isa. Ivii. 20. “ pot relt, but cafts up mire and dirt;" whereas fakes and poods, whose waters are standing, and dead, corrupt and link. And it is observed by seamca, that in the fouibero parts of the world, where the lea is more calm and settled, it is more corrupt and unfit for use ; to is the fea of Sodum called, the

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dead sea.

APPLICATION. Thus do regenerate fouls purify themselves, and work out corruption that defiles them, they cannot fuffer it to settle there, 1 John iii. 3. "He purifierh himself, even as he is pure. " Keepeth himself, that the wicked one toucheth him not," 1 John v. 18. fcil. tanéto qualitative, with a qualitative touch, as the loadstone touchesh iron, leaving an impreffioa of its oa. ture behind it. They are doves delighting in cleanbefs, la. xxxi' i. 15. “ He despiseth the gain of oppression, he shaketh his

. “ hands trum holding of bribes, stoppeih his ears from hearing “ blood, and shutteth his eyes from ieting evil.” See how all

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