Why,
friend, it may be--nay, twenty to one, thou hast had thy back to
heaven and thy face towards hell ever since thou didst come into the
world. Why, I beseech thee, put a little stop to thy earnest race,
and take a view of what entertainment thou art like to have, if thou
do in deed and in truth persist in thy course. "Thy ways lead down
to death, and thy steps to hell." It may he, indeed, the path is
pleasant to the flesh, but the end thereof will he bitter to thy
soul. Hark! dost thou not hear the bitter cries of them that are
newly gone before thee, saying, "Let him dip the tip of his finger
in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame!"
Dost thou not hear them say, "Send one from the dead, to prevent my
father, my brother, my father's house, from coming to this place of
torment!" Shall not these mournful groans pierce thy flinty heart?
Wilt thou stop thine ears and shut thine eyes? And wilt thou NOT
regard? Take warning, and stop thy journey before it be too late.
Wilt thou he like the silly fly, that is not quiet unless she be
either entangled in the spider's web or burnt in the candle? O
sinner, sinner, there are better things than HELL to be had! There
is heaven, there is God, there is Christ, there is communion with an
innumerable assembly of saints and angels!
The poor, carnal, ignorant world miss of heaven, even because they
love their sins and cannot part with them John 3:9, 20.
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