hand. I will arise and go to my Father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee; and am no more worthy to be called thy son.-Enter not into judgment with thy servant, O Lord; for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.-If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us; but if we confess our sins, he is faithful and just, to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." "Here I have shewn thee the standard they must all come to, and then they will come to the standard of everlasting happiness: for know I have told thee My arms are open all men to receive: money The water's flowing, and the fountain gives; yearn; To act like faithful soldiers in the fight; And so my promise I did then fulfil, And wait awhile, though anger then did feel: A communication given in July, 1797, taken from the Second Book of Sealed Prophecies, page 114. "So thus will come the hearts of men; Like fevers they will rise- "And to no use doth it produce; "We are but burthened more; "We see the shore, and all is o'er, "We've wasted all our store!" So this they'll see; as deep as thee Their sorrows they will come, And perfect like thy Father's house They'll see it in the land: The quarries they have patch'd them up "Tis nought but beggary here: Thy Father's house is just like mine; I will begin as thou did'st then, 69 I'll make the water run, like thee; If all is gone-I see my As empty doth appear, land So perfect like thy Father's house- That I can hurt? 'tis mire and dirt And perfect like thy Father's house Then I'll go on as thou didst begin, And both together they must hang, Then at their feet (the mystery's great) Here I shall give the meaning of my Father's house: As he lived by himself, I made it a custom to go in the summer to make his house thoroughly clean and wash the floors: the glass was broken, but the landlady would not mend it; so it was stopped up with rags, which I pulled out to dry the floors. I was answered as follows: "The windows I shall all unhang, As thou has now begun; And through the glass you all may sce The days are hastening on: For as the squares of glass are broke, The paper is cling'd to keep the stroke So now this thing I shall explain, And to the nation come: The quarrels they are broken out, I say, in every land; And, like these windows are patch'd up With rags and paper here; But like thy pen, I say, must drop, When winter doth appear; Because the glass it is not whole, The rags will tumble down; When thunder sounds from pole to pole No safety can be found, So with the land 'tis just the same; They've like thy Father done; They patch my people up with lies For to keep out the sun. For as thou sayest thou can'st not see, Just so, I say, my propie be— But now come to the mark: For by my House they've done the same, To beggar all mankind; Por as thy Father's house appear'd Just so my honour must appear, The way that they go on." The former words I could not understand, and I was answered in the following manner: "What, is thy head so very weak In things that are so plain? And all the rags I mean; The quarrels broke you well do know, The way they mend it all with rags It must to thee be known; And weak as paper all hath been, To bring my land to shame. Are not the windows all broke down, And where's the glazier that is found To mend the glass that's here? But in thy heart thou say'st there's none; And I may say the same; For who my Gospel now doth mend, To say my words are come; And that the truth is verified No; this the wise men have denied; Their ragged garments still 71 Are patch'd and stuff'd in every hole, Because their purse they all would save, Now in this house of clay; My anger it shall rise like thine, I'm wearied out, as thou hast been, They cut the fuel high, I know, But as their weakness I do know, I shall explain the thing: For like thy Father all have done, To cut my Bible high, So that the stubble still doth stand And here's the mystery : Another after him did come To cut the fuel low, Because thy Father's labour's gone, And all did own 'twas so ; |