Nature Is God's Greatest Evangelist.

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.

True Virtue Never Appears So Lovely As When It Is Most Oppressed; And The Divine Excellency Of Real Christianity Is Never Exhibited With Such Advantage As When Under The Greatest Trials; Then It Is That True Faith Appears Much More Precious Than Gold, And Upon This Account Is "found To Praise And Honour And Glory.

I Claim No Right To Myself, No Right To This Understanding, This Will, These Affections That Are In Me. Neither Do I Have Any Right To This Body Or Its Members, No Right To This Tongue, To These Hands, Feet, Ears Or Eyes. I Have Given Myself Clear Away And Not Retained Anything Of My Own.

Intend To Live In Continual Mortification, And Never To Expect Or Desire Any Worldly Ease Or Pleasure.

Unconverted Men Walk Over The Pit Of Hell On A Rotten Covering.