When The Son Of God Comes To

My Lord, I Have Nothing To Do In This World, But To Seek And Serve Thee; I Have Nothing To Do With A Heart And Its Affections, But To Breathe After Thee. I Have Nothing To Do With My Tongue And Pen, But To Speak To Thee, And For Thee, And To Publish Thy Glory And Thy Will. What Have I To Do With All My Reputation, And Interest In My Friends, But To Increase Thy Church, And Propagate Thy Holy Truth And Service? What Have I To Do With My Remaining Time, Even These Last And Languishing Hours, But To Look Up Unto Thee, And Wait For Thy Grace, And Thy Salvation?

Once More Consider, There Is Nothing, But Heaven, Worth Setting Our Hearts Upon.

If It Will Be An Intolerable Thing To Suffer The Heat Of Fire For A Year Or A Day, Or An Hour, What Will It Be To Suffer Ten Thousand Times More For Ever? What If Thou Wert To Suffer Lawrence 's Death, To Be Roasted Upon A Gridiron; Or To Be Scraped Or Pricked To Death As Other Martyrs Were; Or If Thou Wert To Feed Upon Toads For A Year Together? If Thou Couldst Not Endure Such Things As These, How Wilt Thou Endure The Eternal Flames ?

Sit Not Down Without Assurance. Get Alone, And Bring Thy Heart To The Bar Of Trial; Force It To Answer The Interrogatories Put To It; Set The Qualifications Of The Saints On One Side, And The Qualifications Of Thy Soul On The Other Side, And Then Judge What Resemblance There Is Between Them.

Despair Of Ever Being Saved, "except Thou Be Born Again," Or Of Seeing God "without Holiness," Or Of Having Part In Christ Except Thou "love Him Above Father, Mother, Or Thy Own Life." This Kind Of Despair Is One Of The First Steps To Heaven.