Lord, Stamp Eternity On My Eyeballs.

The Bow Of God's Wrath Is Bent, And His Arrows Made Ready Upon The String. Justice Points The Arrow At Your Heart And Strings The Bow. It Is Nothing But The Mere Pleasure Of God (and That Of An Angry God Without Any Promise Or Obligation At All) That Keeps The Arrow One Moment From Being Made Drunk With Your Blood.

Whatever In Christ Had The Nature Of Satisfaction, Was By Virtue Of The Suffering Or Humiliation That Was In It; But Whatever Had The Nature Of Merit, Was By Virtue Of The Obedience Or Righteousness There Was In It.

The Deceitfulness Of The Heart Of Man Appears In No One Thing So Much As This Of Spiritual Pride And Self-righteousness. The Subtlety Of Satan Appears In Its Height, In His Managing Persons With Respect To This Sin. And Perhaps One Reason May Be That Here He Has Most Experience; He Knows The Way Of Its Coming In; He Is Acquainted With The Secret Springs Of It: It Was His Own Sin. Experience Gives Vast Advantage In Leading Souls, Either In Good Or Evil.

Those Who Are In A State Of Salvation Are To Attribute It To Sovereign Grace Alone, And To Give All The Praise To Him Who Maketh Them To Differ From Others.

God Is The Highest Good Of The Reasonable Creature. The Enjoyment Of Him Is Our Proper; And Is The Only Happiness With Which Our Souls Can Be Satisfied. To Go To Heaven, Fully To Enjoy God, Is Infinitely Better Than The Most Pleasant Accommodations Here. Better Than Fathers And Mothers, Husbands, Wives, Or Children, Or The Company Of Any, Or All Earthly Friends. These Are But Shadows; But The Enjoyment Of God Is The Substance. These Are But Scattered Beams; But God Is The Sun. These Are But Streams; But God Is The Fountain. These Are But Drops, But God Is The Ocean.