Bache, H., & D. B., a. The voice of thunder, or, The sound of a trumpet giving a certain sound, saying, Arise ye dead, and come to judgement: The light, to guide you to judge out the evil, that righteousnesse you may learn, and so come to have a true discerning betwixt the precious and the vile, betwixt those that in truth serve the Lord, and those that pretend to worship him, a day, when in truth they serve him not, but grieve his spirit : with a few words to them whose faces are Sion-ward, travelling to the good land of rest, whereunto those that believe not in the light cannot enter : with a dear, tender visitation to the holy, meek, suffering seed, which is already entered and entering in, where none can make afraid.
Chicago Style (17th ed.) CitationBache, Humphrey, and active D. B. The Voice of Thunder, or, The Sound of a Trumpet Giving a Certain Sound, Saying, Arise Ye Dead, and Come to Judgement: The Light, to Guide You to Judge Out the Evil, That Righteousnesse You May Learn, and so Come to Have a True Discerning Betwixt the Precious and the Vile, Betwixt Those That in Truth Serve the Lord, and Those That Pretend to Worship Him, a Day, When in Truth They Serve Him Not, but Grieve His Spirit : With a Few Words to Them Whose Faces Are Sion-ward, Travelling to the Good Land of Rest, Whereunto Those That Believe Not in the Light Cannot Enter : With a Dear, Tender Visitation to the Holy, Meek, Suffering Seed, Which Is Already Entered and Entering in, Where None Can Make Afraid.
MLA (9th ed.) CitationBache, Humphrey, and active D. B. The Voice of Thunder, or, The Sound of a Trumpet Giving a Certain Sound, Saying, Arise Ye Dead, and Come to Judgement: The Light, to Guide You to Judge Out the Evil, That Righteousnesse You May Learn, and so Come to Have a True Discerning Betwixt the Precious and the Vile, Betwixt Those That in Truth Serve the Lord, and Those That Pretend to Worship Him, a Day, When in Truth They Serve Him Not, but Grieve His Spirit : With a Few Words to Them Whose Faces Are Sion-ward, Travelling to the Good Land of Rest, Whereunto Those That Believe Not in the Light Cannot Enter : With a Dear, Tender Visitation to the Holy, Meek, Suffering Seed, Which Is Already Entered and Entering in, Where None Can Make Afraid.