The Lord Uses His Flail

Hope Is Never Ill When Faith Is Well.

A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At Home.

Dost Thou Understand Me, Sinful Soul? He Wrestled With Justice, That Thou Mightest Have Rest; He Wept And Mourned, That Thou Mightest Laugh And Rejoice; He Was Betrayed, That Thou Mightest Go Free; Was Apprehended, That Thou Mightest Escape; He Was Condemned, That Thou Mightest Be Justified; And Was Killed, That Thou Mightest Live; He Wore A Crown Of Thorns, That Thou Mightest Wear A Crown Of Glory; And Was Nailed To The Cross, With His Arms Wide Open, To Show With What Freeness All His Merits Shall Be Bestowed On The Coming Soul; And How Heartily He Will Receive It Into His Bosom?

See How Ye Pharisee In The Temple Stands, And Justifies Himself With Lifted Hands. Whilst Ye Poor Publican With Downcast Eyes, Conscious Of Guilt To God For Mercy Cries.

God, As I May Say, Is Forced To Break Men's Hearts, Before He Can Make Them Willing To Cry To Him, Or Be Willing That He Should Have Any Concerns With Them; The Rest Shut Their Eyes, Stop Their Ears, Withdraw Their Hearts, Or Say Unto God, Be Gone.