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Our Sins, When Laid Upon Christ, Were Yet Personally Ours, Not His; So His Righteousness, When Put Upon Us, Is Yet Personally His, Not Ours.

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.

The Swamp Of Despond Is That Place Set Before The Narrow Gate Where True And False Pilgrims Alike Are Assaulted By Their Own Internal Corruption And Pollution. The Dirt And Scum That Has Attached Itself To Our Hearts And Minds Is Agitated And Revealed By Both The Workings Of A Guilty Conscience And The Devouring Avarice Of The Enemy Of Our Souls.the

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.