He Who Does Not Know Him, Knows

Your Wickedness Makes You As It Were Heavy As Lead, And To Tend Downwards With Great Weight And Pressure Towards Hell; And If God Should Let You Go, You Would Immediately Sink And Switfly Descend And Plunge Into The Bottomless Gulf, And Your Healthy Constitution, And Your Own Care And Prudence, And Best Contrivance, And All Your Righteousness, Would Have No More Influence To Uphold You And Keep You Out Of Hell, Than A Spider's Web Would Have To Stop A Fallen Rock.

Since Holiness Is The Main Thing That Excites, Draws, And Governs All Gracious Affections, It Is No Wonder That All Such Affections Tend To Holiness. That Which Men Love, They Desire To Have And To Be United To, And Possessed Of. That Beauty Which Men Delight In, They Desire To Be Adorned With. Those Acts Which Men Delight In, They Necessarily Incline To Do.

The God That Holds You Over The Pit Of Hell, Much As One Holds A Spider... Abhors You, And Is Dreadfully Provoked: His Wrath Towards You Burns Like Fire; He Looks Upon You As Worthy Of Nothing Else, But To Be Cast Into The Fire.

Resolved, Never Henceforward, Till I Die, To Act As If I Were Any Way My Own, But Entirely And Altogether God's.

If You Seek In The Spirit Of Selfishness, To Grasp All As Your Own, You Shall Lose All, And Be Driven Out Of The World, At Last, Naked And Forlorn, To Everlasting Poverty And Contempt.