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N this Book is fet forth a tedious Pilgr mage, through the many dangerous Ha zards of the Wilderness of this World, to the Heavenly Canaan of eternal Reft and Peace In which, tho' under the Similitude of a Dream, is lively reprefented the State of our Chriftian Warfare; wherein fighting Daliantly under the Banner of Christ, the Great Captain of our Salvation, we foall affuredly overcome our Spiritual Enemies, and be victorious Conquerors over thofe Tempra tions that befet frail buman Nature, and would binder us from leaving in good Time, the City of Detraction (which is this World, and its fruitless Pleafures, Cares, and In
brances) to journey towards the Heavenly Jerufalem, which is the true Center of our endless Happiness, in the Fruition of unfpeakA 3
able and Soul-ravifbing Joys, that know no Date nor Confummation.
This has been in the former, as well as prefent Age, a Way of Writing that has been extremely taking, reprefenting to the Mind Things that command our most ferious Thoughts and Attention, and work more upon the Minds of Men, than if delivered in plainer Terms: However, to the difcerning Chriftian, there is nothing in this that is obfcure and difficult to be underflood, nothing but what is grounded upon Sacred Truths and the Mercies of God in Jefus Chri held forth to us by bis affured Word. at It is a Piece fo rare and tranfcending what has hitherto been publife'd of this Kind, that I dare, without any further Apology leave it to the Cenfure of all Mankind, whe are not partial or biaffed. And so, 20 so, not doubting but it will render Comfort and Des light, I fubfcribe myself, as beretofore, LidT 3 ૧૫ નું 41 + Your Soul's hearty Wel-wisher, and Fellow! Labourer in the Vineyard of our Lord Jesus,
To his Worthy Friend, the Author of The Third Part of the Pilgrim's Progress, upon Perufal thereof, 3.
THO many Things are writ to please the Age, Amongst the reft, for this I dare engage; Where Virtue dwells, will Acceptance find, And to your Pilgrim, most that read, be kind, But all to pleafe, would be a Task aš bard, As for the Winds from blowing to be barr'd. The piaus Chriftian in a Mirroir here May fee the promi Land, and without Fear threaten'd Danger, bravely travel on Until his fourney he has fafely gone, And does arrive upon the happy Shore, Where Foys increase, and Sorrow is no mores blusas This is a DREAM not falous as of oid, ge In this Exprefs the Sacred Truths are told W That do to our eternal Peace belong
And after Mourning change unto a Songlet
With curious Fancy, and create Delight,
And happy are they, that brought formy Seas,
Which, once prork does spread his Sails,
He in a
Need never fear at last those profprous Gales
So wishes your faithful Friend,