Godliness Is More Easily Feigned

I Make It My Rule, To Lay Hold Of Light And Embrace It, Wherever I See It, Though Held Forth By A Child Or An Enemy.

Christ Is Like A River In Another Respect. A River Is Continually Flowing, There Are Fresh Supplies Of Water Coming From The Fountain-head Continually, So That A Man May Live By It, And Be Supplied With Water All His Life. So Christ Is An Ever-flowing Fountain; He Is Continually Supplying His People, And The Fountain Is Not Spent. They Who Live Upon Christ, May Have Fresh Supplies From Him To All Eternity; They May Have An Increase Of Blessedness That Is New, And New Still, And Which Never Will Come To An End.

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.

I Know Not How To Express Better, What My Sins Appear To Me To Be, Than By Heaping Infinite Upon Infinite, And Multiplying Infinite By Infinite . . . When I Look Into My Heart And Take A View Of My Wickedness, It Looks Like An Abyss Infinitely Deeper Than Hell.

Almost Every Natural Man That Hears Of Hell, Flatters Himself That He Shall Escape It.