REPENTANCE
"Repentance is the tear of love, dropping from the eye of faith, when it fixes on Christ crucified!" Gorham Abbott
A solemn sham and an impudent mockery!What Lord! After all that I have done?
There are nails in that cross!
They would dance with the devil all day—and then dine with Christ at night
The best means to mortify sin!
Would he not stab it with a thousand wounds?
When Satan has sucked out all the marrow
If you were to meet yourself on the street some morning!
Where is there a more sinful spot to be found upon our guilty globe?
The nails which pierced Christ's hands
Our tears of penitence cannot remove one blot
Crush its viper head with the heel of our boot!
Sailing through the narrow strait of repentance
One sin allowed, wallowed and tumbled in
Take both sorrow and sin — to the same place
The sweetest joys are from the sourest tears
Nothing is so filthy, so impure, so loathsome
Too choice a flower to grow in nature's garden!
One puddle, if we wallow in it
Oh, the atrocity of the sin of a pardoned soul
Right hands and right eyes are dear to us
If he sees this serpent creeping into his bosom
Night after night my feet are begrimed and soiled
Like a concealed worm at the root of a flower
Where shall we hide our blushing face?
When we are lepers in our own eyes
The Christian's heaviest burden
A tear dropping from the eye of faith
Ask him now how he likes his bargain
He loves the things that once he hated
Take me as I am with all my sin and shame
He waits to fall upon our neck and kiss us
All tears of godly sorrow drop from the eye of faith
Those vipers die at the sight of Christ
I cannot be trusted for one moment
Ask what you will, O Christian
The damned in hell would be most penitent
The greatest burden, sorrow and trouble
You cannot weary nor wear Him out
As if this beautiful viper had no poison fang
Have you, my reader, wept for sin?
The smallest viper in the nest of your heart
But he must leave his riotous living, his wine-cup, his debauchery in the far country
The sins of our most holy things
Is not Ephraim still my son, my darling child?
The chief burden of the Lord's children
Bible knowledge without repentance
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