The flnJilne/fe of Sinne. 227 words confider force particular aggravations of the life and (late of aetuall1ìn,which the fpirit by the Word will prefent unto us. Eir11, in the leant finite that can bee named, there is fo much life and venome, as not all the concurrent ftrength of thofe Millions of Angels, one of whom was in one night able to flay fo many thoufand men, had beene able to remove. More violence and unjuitice againit God in a Wandring thought, in an idle word,in an impertinent and unprofitable action, than the worth of the whole Creation, though all the Heavens were turned into one Sun, and all the Earth into one Paradife, were able to expiate. Thinke we asmeanely and (lightly of it as wee will, fwallow it without feare, live in it without lènfe, commit it without remorfe, yet bee wee aflùred,that but the guilt of every one of our leaf} fins being upon Chrift, who felt nor knew in himfelfe nothing of the pollution of them, did wring out thofe prodigious drops of twee, did expreffe tholeftrong cryes,did powre in thofe wofull r ingredients into the Cup which he dranke, which made him, who had more ftrength than all the Angels of Hea- ven,to (brink and draw back, and pray against the worke of his owne mercy, and decline the buinrílè of his own comming. Secondly, if the leali of my finnes could doe thus, O what a guilt and filthinefle is there then in the greateft finite which my life bath beene defiled withal! ? If my Atomes bee Mountaines, O what heart is able to compre- hend the vafineffe of my mountainous fins ? If there bee fo much life in my impertinent thoughts, how much rage and fury is there in my rebellions thoughts ? In my thoughts of gall and bitternefle, in my contrived mur- thers, in my fpeculative adulteries, in my impatient mur musings, in my ambitious proje t ons, in my covetous, world ly,froward, haughty, hatefull imaginations, in my contempt of God, reproching of his Word, !mothering Q 2 of
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