Quotes for Angry God



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#1
So that thus it is, that natural Men
are held in the Hand of God over the Pit of Hell; 
they have deserved the fiery Pit, and are already sentenced to it; 
and God is dreadfully provoked, his Anger is as great towards them 
as to those that are actually suffering the Executions of the fierceness of his Wrath in Hell,


#2
But indeed these Things are nothing;
if God should withdraw his Hand, 
they would avail no more to keep you from falling, 
than the thin Air to hold up a Person that is suspended in it.


#3
Your Wickedness makes you as it were heavy as Lead, 
and to tend downwards with great Weight and Pressure towards Hell; 
and if God should let you go,you would immediately sink 
and swiftly descend & plunge into the bottomless Gulf, 
and your healthy Constitution, and your own Care and Prudence, 
and best Contrivance, and all your Righteousness, 
would have no more Influence to uphold you 
and keep you out of Hell, than a Spider’s Web 
would have to stop a falling Rock.

#4
The wrath of GOD is like great Waters 
that are dammed for the present; 
they increase more and more, & rise higher and higher, 
till an Outlet is given, and the longer the Stream is stop’d, 
the more rapid and mighty is it’s Course, 
when once it is let loose.

#5
The Bow of God’s Wrath is bent, and
the Arrow made ready on the String,
and Justice bends the Arrow at your Heart,
and strains the Bow, and it is nothing
but the meer Pleasure of God, and that of an angry God, 
without any Promise or Obligation at all,
that keeps the Arrow one Moment from being
made drunk with your Blood.

#6
The God that holds you over the Pit of Hell,
much as one holds a Spider, or some loathsome Insect,
over the Fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully
provoked; his Wrath towards you burns like Fire;
he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but
to be cast into the Fire; he is of purer Eyes than to
bear to have you in his Sight; you are ten thousand
Times so abominable in his Eyes as the most hateful
venomous Serpent is in ours.


#7
You hang by a slender Thread,
with the Flames of divine Wrath flashing about it, and
ready every Moment to singe it, and burn it asunder;
and you have no Interest in any Mediator, and nothing
to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep
off the Flames of Wrath, nothing of your own, nothing
that you ever have done, nothing that you can do,
to induce God to spare you one Moment.