day, might be that happy working-day, the day of Christs power, transforming all our deformed souls into the beauty of holinesse, that we might become, the willing subjects of Jesus Christ, as it is written, Psal. 110. 3. Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holinesse. Oh that whilst I am directing, what ought to be done, our Lord Jesus would put to his Fiat, and say, Let it be done, it shall be done this very hour.
My Lords, I am affectionately desirous of you, as the A∣postles speaks, and willing to impart unto you, not onely the Gospel of God, but that very Character, which the Gospel by the Spirit hath stamped upon my own beloved soul, be∣cause your pretious souls are dear unto me.
My Lords, Remember your selves, You are not now in your Robes, sitting in State, to passe sentence upon that Word, whereby you must be judged; But you, and I, and all here present, are holding up our hands at the bar. Come, open your bosomes, the Spirit is now about to set the Word home upon your conscience; the Spirit of God tels you plainly, That not∣withstanding your great birth, you were born in sin; and we have too many of us (nay, too many of you) lived, as if you, and we, had been born to no other purpose, then to sin.
My Lords, What do you mean, (Brethren, what do you mean,) not onely to live in sin, but to die in sin, O it is a dangerous thing to live in sin, but it is a desperate thing to die in sin; for he that dies in his sins, perishes in his sins, and is damned eternally. It is no matter of what strain or complexion, your sins are, or how they rellish when the pallate is distem∣pered, be they sweet or sowre, sins of pleasure or malice, nay, ignorance, sins of gain, shall I say, sins of Honour? Yes, this ignoble age hath plotted how to dishonour God in an ho∣nourable way. In a word, Be your sins old, or new, sins re∣ceived by Tradition from your forefathers, and therefore, received with honour; as if they were some noble vices, which ought to be standers to your noble Families; yet con∣sider, and sadly consider it, He that resolves to live in any sin, but till to morrow morning, may for ought he knows, die, and perish in his sin; the Divell may come and fetch away