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Such Is The Effect Of The Grace Of God In The Heart Of A Pilgrim; While On One Hand He Sees The Propensity Of His Evil Nature To Every Sin Which Has Been Committed By Others, And Is Humbled; He Also Confesses, That, By No Power Of His Own, Is He Preserved, But Ever Gives The Glory To The God Of All Grace, By Whose Power Alone He Is Kept From Falling.

Hanging Is Too Good For Him Said Mr. Cruelty.

Riches And Power, What Is There More In The World? For Money Answereth All Things-that Is, All But Soul Concerns. It Can Neither Be A Price For Souls While Here, Nor Can That, With All The Forces Of Strength, Recover One Out Of Hell Fire.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.

Faith Is A Fruit, Work, Or Gift Of The Spirit Of God, Whereby A Poor Soul Is Enabled Through The Mighty Operation Of God, In A Sense Of Its Sins And Wretched Estate To Lay Hold On The Righteousness, Blood, Death, Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession, And Coming Again Of The Son Of God Which Was Crucified Without The Gates Of Jerusalem, For Eternal Life.