of Satan, who first caused this difference be∣tween the Soul and God, and hath still instigated and stirred it up to persecute with all the violence that might be; I say, when the Soul sees this be∣fore it is quite too late! O how doth it bewail it's condition, how doth it cry out, O wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me? O what will become of me, if I make War still against God? And as for flying, whether shall I fly from his presence, and where shall I Hide my self out of his sight? And how shall I look him in the face, whom I have thus desperately and ungrate∣fully opposed? Can such a Traytor as I possibly expect any mercy; if the Lord should look upon me, and not immediately cast me into Hell, it would be a miracle of Patience. And thus the man that begins a little to understand himself. speaks to himself; and after that, he with Ephra∣im, sinites upon his thigh, and bemoans his con∣dition exceedingly! O that he should ever take up Arms against his gracious Prince? O what shall become of him? Well, I have heard that the God of Heaven is a merciful King, I will go and cast my self at his feet, if I perish, I perish. If I continue in this rebellion, there is no hopes; if I fly there is no escaping; and if I yield, I can but perish! O sad, sad is my condition, Woe and alas, what shall I do in these dreadful perplexi∣ties: But, why do I stay here? The avenger of blood followes after me apace; well, I will go to my God, through Christ, and I have heard that this is the only way, and that there is not the least hope in the world, any other way to get a pardon, to escape the Wrath to come! O that the precious and merciful Jesus would pitty me,