As Holy Zeal Is The

I Have Pain; There Is No Arguing Against Sense, But I Have Peace, I Have Peace.

'tis Hard Preaching A Stone Into Tears, Or Making A Rock To Tremble.

Such Is The Depth Of The Christian Scriptures, That Even If I Were Attempting To Study Them And Nothing Else From Early Boyhood To Decrepit Old Age, With The Utmost Leisure, The Most Unwearied Zeal, And Talents Greater Than I Have, I Would Be Still Daily Making Progress In Discovering Their Treasures.

Of All The Preaching In The World, I Hate That Preaching Which Tends To Make The Hearers Laugh, Or To Move Their Minds With Tickling Levity And Affect Them As Stage Plays Used To, Instead Of Affecting Them With A Holy Reverence For The Name Of God.

And Though It Be Their Sin And Vanity That Is The Cause, It Is Nevertheless Your Sin To Be The Unnecessary Occasion: For You Must Consider That You Live Among Diseased Souls. And You Must Not Lay A Stumblingblock In Their Way, Nor Blow Up The Fire Of Their Lust, Nor Make Your Ornaments Their Snares; But You Must Walk Among Sinful Persons, As You Would Do With A Candle Among Straw Or Gunpowder; Or Else You May See The Flame Which You Would Not Foresee, When It Is Too Late To Quench It.