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Dissertation on the first day of the week… (1786)

Not one ray of comfort, nor beam of hope, nor joy, nor pleasure, will sparkle in their eyes, and nothing appear in their baleful countenances, but a fearful looking for a dreadful judgment. Oh! sinner, remember these things while here in this lower world, and meditate on thy latter end, for then, alas! it will be too, too late when the graves are opening, the rocks rending, the mountains rocking, the ocean boiling, and nature bursting from pole to pole; that awful day will put a period to all things, to the reign of kings, the power of princes, and the pomp of worlds.
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Dissertation on the first day of the week… (1786)

O! what man, upon a serious reflection on these two opposites, would not be enraptur'd with the endless joys of the one, while the dreadful thoughts of the everlasting torments of the other congeals the very blood in the veins; but O! what pen can describe, or imagination paint the transcendant happiness, that forever reigns through all the mansions of eternal bliss. O! the joy, the ineffable pleasure it must be to a departed soul, to be ever in the presence of the ever-blessed and immaculate.
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Dissertation on the first day of the week… (1786)

There is the pure water of life, as it were running along sands of gold and falling o'er rocks of transparent chrystal, forming the most beautiful cascades, of which if any one drink he shall thrift no more. This is the heaven for the wearied soul, the place of delights and the kingdom of felicity prepared for the spirits of the just made perfect. To this habitation may all the ends of the earth seek. Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thought, and I will have mercy on him, and welcome him to these regions of unclouded joy, sayeth the great God of heaven and earth.
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