The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 01 (of 32) — John Shaqi
The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 01 (of 32)Wesley, John
Religion
The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 01 (of 32)
Wesley, John
Methodist Church; Theology -- Early works to 1800; Theology -- History -- 18th century
II.) 1. * Wherefore, _Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the
dead_. God calleth thee now by my mouth; and bids thee know thyself,
thou fallen spirit, thy true state and only concern below. _What
meanest thou, O sleeper? Arise! Call upon thy God, if so be thy God
will think upon thee, that thou perish not._ A mighty tempest is
stirred up round about thee, and thou art sinking into the depths of
perdition, the gulph of God’s judgments. If thou wouldst escape them,
cast thyself into them. _Judge thyself_, and thou shalt _not be judged
of the Lord_.
2. Awake, awake! Stand up this moment, lest thou _drink at the
Lord’s hand the cup of his fury_. Stir up thyself _to lay hold on the
Lord, the Lord thy righteousness, mighty to save! Shake thyself from
the dust._ At least, let the earthquake of God’s threatnings shake
thee. Awake and cry out with the trembling ♦gaoler, _What must I do to
be saved?_ And never rest, till thou believest on the Lord Jesus, with
a faith which is his gift, by the operation of his spirit.
3. * If I speak to any one of you more than to another, it is to thee,
who thinkest thyself unconcerned in this exhortation. _I have a message
from God unto thee._ In his name, I _warn_ thee _to flee from the wrath
to come_. Thou unholy soul, see thy picture in condemn’d _Peter_, lying
in the dark dungeon, between the soldiers, bound with two chains, the
keepers before the door keeping the prison. The night is far spent, the
morning is at hand, when thou art to be brought forth to execution. And
in these dreadful circumstances, thou art fast asleep; thou art fast
asleep in the devil’s arms, on the brink of the pit, in the jaws of
everlasting destruction.
4. O may _the angel of the Lord come upon thee_, and _the light shine
into thy prison_! And mayst thou feel the stroke of an almighty hand,
raising thee with _arise up quickly, gird thyself, and bind on thy
sandals, cast thy garments about thee, and follow me_.
5. * Awake, thou everlasting spirit, out of thy dream of worldly
happiness. Did not God create thee for himself? Then, thou canst not
rest, till thou restest in him. Return thou wanderer. Fly back to thy
ark. _This is not thy home._ Think not of building tabernacles here.
Thou art but _a stranger, a sojourner upon earth_: A creature of a day,
but just launching out into an unchangeable state. Make haste. Eternity
is at hand. Eternity depends on this moment. An eternity of happiness,
or an eternity of misery!
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