He That Hath Slight Thoughts Of Sin,

It Is Not The Distance Of The Earth From The Sun, Nor The Sun's Withdrawing Itself, That Makes A Dark And Gloomy Day; But The Interposition Of Clouds And Vaporous Exhalations. Neither Is Thy Soul Beyond The Reach Of The Promise, Nor Does God Withdraw Himself; But The Vapours Of Thy Carnal, Unbelieving Heart Do Cloud Thee.

So Great An Advantage Is Given To Sin And Satan By Your Temper And Disposition, That Without Extraordinary Watchfulness, Care, And Diligence, They Will Prevail Against Your Soul.

Herein Would I Live; Herein Would I Die; Hereon Would I Dwell In My Thoughts And Affections; To The Withering And Consumption Of All The Painted Beauties Of This World, Unto The Crucifying All Things Here Below, Until They Become Unto Me A Dead And Deformed Thing, No Way Meet For Affectionate Embraces.

He Who Finds Not Opposition From Sin, And Who Sets Not Himself In Every Particular To Its Mortification, Is At Peace With It, Not Dying To It.

Never Was Sin Seen To Be More Abominably Sinful And Full Of Provocation Than When The Burden Of It Was Upon The Shoulders Of The Son Of God...would You, Then, See The True Demerit Of Sin?-take The Measure Of It From The Mediation Of Christ, Especially His Cross.