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bruised a little, as nasty both in sight and scent. It is only Godli ness, that can hold up our heads in the evil day; that can bid us make a mock at all the blustering storms of the world; that can protect us from all miseries, which if they kill, yet they cannot hurt us; that can improve our sufferings; and invest us with true and eternal glory. O then be covetous, be ambitious of this blessed estate of the soul: and, as Simon Macchabæus with three years' labour took down the top of mount Acra in Jerusalem, that no hill might stand in competition of height with the Temple of God; so, let us humble and prostrate all other desires to this one, That true Godliness may have the sway in us.

Neither is this consideration more fit to be a whetstone to our zeal, than a touchstone to our condition. Godliness? why, it is a herb, that grows in every soil. As Platina observes, that, for 900 years and upwards, none of those Popes to whom Sanctity is ascribed in the abstract, were yet held Saints after their death, except Celestine the Vth, which gave up the pontifical chair after six months' weary sitting in it; so, on the contrary, we may live ages, ere we hear a man profess himself God-less, while he is abominably such. He is too bad, that will not be thought Godly; as it is a brazen-faced courtesan, that would not be held honest.

That, which Lactantius said of the heathen philosophers, That they had many scholars, few followers, I cannot say of the divine. We have enough to learn, enough to imitate; but few to act. Be not deceived, Godliness is not impotent: wherever Godliness is, there is power. Hath it then prevailed to open our eyes, to see the great things of our peace? hath it raised us up from the grave of our sins, ejected our hellish corruptions, changed our wicked natures, new created our hearts? well may we applaud ourselves in the confidence of our Godliness.

But, if we be still old, still corrupt, still blind, still dead, still devilish; away, Vain Hypocrites, ye have nothing to do with Godliness, because Godliness hath had no power on you. Are ye godly, that care to know any thing rather than God and spiritual things? Are ye godly, that have neither ability nor will to serve that God, whom ye fashionably pretend to know? Are ye godly, which have no inward awe of that God, whom ye pretend to serve; no government of your passions; no conscience of your actions; no care of your lives? False Hypocrites! ye do but abuse and profane that name, which ye unjustly arrogate. No, no; Godliness can no more be without power, than the God that works it. Shew me your Godliness in the true fervor of your devotions, in the effectual sanctification of your hearts and tongues, in the conscionable carriage of your lives; else, to the wicked saith God, what hast thou to do to take my covenant in thy mouth, seeing thou hatest to be reformed? Psalm 1. 16.

2. Ye have heard the Power of Godliness; hear now the DENIAL of this power.

How then is it denied? Surely there is a verbal, there is a real denial; et rebus et verbis, as Hilary. It is a mistaking of logicians,

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that negation is the affection of a proposition only: no; God and Divinity find it more in practice. This very power is as stoutly challenged by some men in words, as truly denied in actions. As one says of the Pharisees' answer concerning John's calling, verum dicebant, et mentiebantur; "they told truth, and yet lied;" so may I of these men. It is not in the power of words, to deny so strongly as deeds can: both the hand and the tongue interpret the heart; but the hand so much more lively, as there is more substance in acts than sounds: as he said, Spectamur agendo; we are both seen and heard in our actions. He, that says there is no God, is a vocal atheist; he, that lives as if there were no God, is a vital atheist: he, that should say Godliness hath no power, is a verbal atheist; he, that shall live as if Godliness had no power, is a real atheist: they are atheists both.

We would fly upon a man, that should deny a God, with Diagoras; though, as Anselm well, no man can do this interiùs, "from within:" we would burn a man, that should deny the Deity of Christ, with Arius: we would rend our clothes at the blasphemy of that man, who, with the Epicures and Apelleians, should exempt the cares and operations of God from the things below: we would spit at a man, that durst say, There is no Power in Godliness.

These monsters, if there be such, hide their ugly heads; and find it not safe to look on the light. Faggots are the best language

to such miscreants.

But these real denials are so much more rife and bold, as they can take the advantage of their outward safety and unconvincible

ness.

Their words are honey; their life poison: as Bernard said of his Arnoldus. And these actions make too much noise in the world. That, which St. Chrysostom says of the Last Day, That men's works shall speak, their tongues shall be silent; is partly true, in the mean time: their works cry out, while their tongues whisper.

There is then really a double Denial of the Power of Godliness: the one, in not doing the good it requires; the other, in doing the evil it forbids; the one, a Privative; the other, a Positive denial.

(1.) In the FORMER, what power hath Godliness, if it have not made us good? A feeble Godliness it is, that is ineffectual. If it have not wrought us to be devout to God, just to men, sober and temperate in the use of God's creatures, humble in ourselves, charitable to others; where is the Godliness? where is the Power? If these were not apparently done, there were no Form of Godliness: if these be not soundly and heartily done, there is a palpable Denial of the Power of Godliness.

Hear this then, ye Ignorant and Seduced Souls, that measure your devotions by number, not by weight; or, that, leaning upon your idle elbow, yawningly patter out those prayers, whose sound or sense ye understand not; ye, that bring listless ears severed from your wandering hearts to the messages sent from heaven; ye, that come to God's board as a surfeited stomach to a honey-comb, or a

sick stomach to a potion; shortly, ye, that pray without feeling, hear without care, receive without appetite: ye have a form of Godliness, but deny the power of it.

Hear this, ye, that wear out the floor of God's house with your frequent attendance; ye, that have your ears open to God's messengers, and yet shut to the cries of the poor, of the orphan, of the labourer, of the distressed debtor; ye, that can lift up those hands to heaven in your fashionable prayers, which ye have not reached out to the relief of the needy members of your Saviour; (while I must tell you, by the way, that hard rule of Laurentius, Magis delinquit dives non largiendo superflua, quàm pauper rapiendo necessaria:" "The rich man offends more in not giving his superfluities, than the poor man in stealing necessaries;") ye, that have a fluent tongue to talk unto God, but have no tongue to speak for God, or to speak in the cause of the dumb: ye have a form of Godliness, but deny the power thereof.

Shortly, ye, that have no fear of God before your eyes, no love to goodness, no care of obedience, no conscience of your actions, no diligence in your callings; ye have denied the power of Godli

ness.

This very privative denial shall, without your repentance, damn your souls. Remember, oh remember, that there needs no other ground of your last and heaviest doom, than, Ye have not given, Ye have not visited.

(2.) But the POSITIVE denial is yet more irrefragable. If very privations and silence speak, much more are actions vocal.

Hear this then, ye Vizors of Christianity, who, notwithstanding all your civil smoothness, when ye are once moved, can tear heaven with your blasphemies, and bandy the dreadful name of GOD in your impure mouths by your bloody oaths and execrations; ye, that dare to exercise your saucy wits in profane scoffs at religion; ye, that presume to whet your lawless tongues, and lift up your rebellious hands, against lawful authority whether in Church or State; ye, that grind faces like edge-tools, and spill blood like water; ye, that can neigh after strange flesh, and upon your voluptuous beds act the filthiness of Sodomitical Aretinisms; ye, that can quaff drunken carouses, till your you have drowned your reason in a deluge of deadly healths; ye, whose foul hands are belimed with bribery, and besmeared with the price of blood; ye, whose sacrilegious throats have swallowed down whole churches and hospitals, whose maws have put over whole parishes of sold and affamished souls; ye, whose faction and turbulency in novel opinions rends the seamless coat, not considering that of Melanchthon, That schism is no less sin than idolatry, and there cannot easily be a worse than idolatry; either of them both are enough to ruin any Church under heaven (now the God of Heaven ever keep this Church of ours from the mischief of them both!) ye, whose tongues trade in lies, whose very profession is fraud and cozenage; ye cruel Usurers, false Flatterers, lying and envious Detractors; in a word, ye, whoever ye are, that go resolutely forward in a course of any known

sins, and will not be reclaimed: ye, ye are the men, that spit God in the face, and deny flatly the power of Godliness. Woe is me! we have enough of these birds every where at home. I appeal to your eyes, your ears: would to God they would convince me of a slander!

But what of all this now? The Power of Godliness is denied by wicked men: how then? what is their case? Surely inexplicably, unconceiveably fearful. The wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness; saith the Apostle. How revealed? say you: wherein differ they from their neighbours, unless it be perhaps in better fare? no gripes in their conscience, no afflictions in their life, no bands in their death: Impunitas ausum, ausus excessum parit, as Bernard; "Their impunity makes them bold, their boldness outrageous. Alas, wretched souls! The world hath nothing more woeful, than a sinner's welfare. It is for slaughter, that this ox is fattened: Ease slayeth the simple, and the prosperity of fools shall destroy them; Prov. i. 32. This bracteata felicitas, which they enjoy here, is but as carpets spread over the mouth of hell: for, if they deny the power of Godliness, the God of Power shall be sure to deny them; Depart from me, ye workers of iniquity, I know you

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There cannot be a worse doom, than Depart from me; that is, depart from peace, from blessedness, from life, from hope, from possibility of being any other than eternally, exquisitely miserable. Qui te non habet, Domine Deus, totum perdidit; "He, who hath not thee, O Lord God, hath lost all;" as Bernard truly. Dying is but departing; but this departing is the worst dying; dying in soul, ever dying: so as if there be an ite, depart, there must needs be a maledicti, depart ye cursed; cursed, that ever they were born, who live to die everlastingly. For this departure, this curse ends in that fire, which can never, never end.

Oh the deplorable condition of those damned souls, that have slighted the power of Godliness! what tears can be enough to bewail their everlasting burnings? what heart can bleed enough at the thought of those tortures, which they can neither suffer nor avoid? Hold but your finger for one minute in the weak flame of a farthing candle, can flesh and blood endure it? With what horror then,. must we needs think of body and soul frying endlessly in that infernal Tophet? Oh think of this, ye that forget God and contemn Godliness: with what confusion, shall ye look upon the frowns of an angry God rejecting you, the ugly and merciless fiends snatching you to your torments, the flames of hell flashing up to meet you? with what horror, shall ye feel the gnawing of your guilty consciences; and hear that hellish shrieking, and weeping, and wailing, and gnashing?

It is a pain, to mention these woes: it is more than death, to feel them. Perhorrescite minas, formidate supplicia; as Chrysostom. Certainly, my Beloved, if wicked sinners did truly apprehend a hell, there would be more danger of their despair and distraction, than of their security. It is the Devil's policy, like a raven, first to

pull out the eyes of those that are dead in their sins, that they may not see their imminent damnation.

But, for us; tell me, ye that hear me this day, are ye Christians in earnest, or are ye not? If ye be not, what do ye here? If ye be, there is a hell in your creed, Ye do not less believe there is a hell for the godless, than an earth for men, a firmament for stars, a heaven for saints, a God in heaven: and, if ye do thus firmly believe it, cast but your eyes aside upon that fiery gulf, and sin if ye dare. Ye love yourselves well enough to avoid a known pain: we know there are Stocks, and Bridewells, and Gaols, and Dungeons, and Racks, and Gibbets for malefactors; and our very fear keeps us innocent: were your hearts equally assured of those hellish torments, ye could not, ye durst not, continue in those sins, for which they are prepared.

But, what an unpleasing and unseasonable subject am I fallen upon, to speak of Hell in a Christian Court, the emblem of Heaven! Let me answer for myself, with devout Bernard, Sic mihi contingat semper beare amicos, terrendo salubriter, non adulando fallaci ter; "Let me thus ever bless my friends, with wholesome frights, rather than with plausible soothings." Sumenda sunt amara salubria; saith St. Austin: bitter wholesome is a safe receipt for a Christian: and what is more bitter or more wholesome than this thought? The way not to feel a Hell, is to see it, to fear it. I fear we are all generally defective this way: we do not retire ourselves enough into the chamber of meditation, and think sadly of the things of another world. Our self-love puts off this torment: notwithstanding our willing sins, with David's plague, non appropinquabit, It shall not come nigh thee. If we do not make a league with hell and death, yet with ourselves against them.

Fallit peccatum falsá dulcedine, as St. Austin, "Sin deceives us with a false pleasure." The pleasure of the world is like that Col chian honey, whereof Xenophon's soldiers no sooner tasted, than they were miserably distempered: those, that took little, were drunk: those, that took more, were mad: those, that took most, were dead. Thus are we, either intoxicated, or infatuated, or killed outright with this deceitful world, that we are not sensible of our just fears at the best, we are so besotted with our stupid security, that we are not affected with our danger.

Woe is me! the impenitent resolved sinner is already fallen into the mouth of hell; and hangs there but by a slender twig of his momentary life: when that hold fails, he fails down headlong into that pit of horror and desolation.

Oh, ye, my Dear Brethren, so many as love your souls, have mercy upon yourselves. Call aloud, out of the deeps of your sins, to that compassionate Saviour, that he will give you the hand of faith, to lay hold upon the hand of his mercy and plenteous redemption, and pull you out of that otherwise-irrecoverable destruction; else ye are gone, ye are gone for ever.

Two things, as Bernard borrows of St. Gregory, make a man both good and safe, "To repent of evil, to abstain from evil.”

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