Feare then, lest the measure of thy Iniquity be almost full; and perswade thy self, thy next sin may fill it; Think, this is thy Day, thy houre, Thy moment, and though peradventure it may not be; yet think it may be thy last; It is no error, though it be an error; For if it be not thy last, yet in Justice God might make it so: for why should Heaven be offer'd more then once? and if it be an Error, It is an happy Error, and will redeeme us from all those Errors, which delay brings in, and multiplies: even those Errors, which make us worse then the Beasts that perish: A happy error; I may say an Angel, that layes hold on us, and snaches us out of the fire, out of the common ruine, and hastens us to our God: A happy Error, which frees us from all other errors of our life. And yet, though it may be an errour (for it is no more, Then it may be) it is a truth; for onely Now is true; there may be many more Nows, 'tis true; a now to morrow, and a now hereafter, and a now on our death∣bed, but these are but may-bees, and these potentiall Truths concern us not (for that which may bee, may not bee: that which concerns us, is an Everlasting Truth, To day, if you will heare his voice, harden not your hearts, if you harden them to day, and stand upon May-bees, then they may be stand for ever.
And therefore, if you expect I should point out to a certaine time; The time is now, Turne ye, Turne ye, even now; now the Pro∣phet speaks; now the words sound in your eares; Now, if you will heare his voice, harden not your hearts. For why was it spoken, but that we should hear it? It is an earnest call after us, and if we obey not, it is an Argument against us, That wee deserve to heare it no more. We are willing that what we speake, should stand; not a word, not a syllable, not one tittle must fall to the ground. If wee speak to our servant, and say Goe, he must goe; and if we say, doe this, he must doe it nunc, Now, dicto citiùs, as soon as it is spoke. A deliberative pausing Obedience, Obedience in the Future Tense, to say, he will doe it, when he pleases, strips him of his Livery, and Thrusts him out of doores. And shall man, who is Dust and Ashes, feek a convenient time to Turne from his Evill wayes? shall our now be when we please? shall one morrow Thrust on another, and that a Third? shall we demurr and delay, till we are ready to be thrust into our graves, or which will follow, into Hell? if the Lord saies, Turne ye, Turne ye, there can be no other time, no other now, but now. All other nows and opportunities, as our dayes, are in his hands, and he may close, and shut them up, if he please, and not open them to give thee another, Domini, non servi negotium agitur, the business is the Lords, and not the servants, and yet the businesse is ours too; but the Time is in his Hands, and not in ours.
Now then Turne ye, now the word sounds, and Eccho's in your