There Wanted Not Some Beams

Herein Would I Live; Herein Would I Die; Hereon Would I Dwell In My Thoughts And Affections; To The Withering And Consumption Of All The Painted Beauties Of This World, Unto The Crucifying All Things Here Below, Until They Become Unto Me A Dead And Deformed Thing, No Way Meet For Affectionate Embraces.

Consider Who And What You Are; Who The Spirit Is That Is Grieved, What He Has Done For You, What He Comes To Your Soul About, What He Has Already Done In You; And Be Ashamed. Among Those Who Walk With God, There Is No Greater Motive And Incentive Unto Universal Holiness, And The Preserving Of Their Hearts And Spirits In All Purity And Cleanness Than This: That The Blessed Spirit, Who Has Undertaken To Dwell In Them, Is Continually Considering What They Give Entertainment In Their Hearts Unto, And Rejoices When His Temple Is Kept Undefiled.

To Kill Sin Is The Work Of Living Men; Where Men Are Dead (as All Unbelievers, The Best Of Them, Are Dead), Sin Is Alive, And Will Live.

To Those To Whom Christ Is The Hope Of Future Glory, He Is Also The Life Of Present Grace.

Sin Also Carries On Its War By Entangling The Affections And Drawing Them Into An Alliance Against The Mind. Grace May Be Enthroned In The Mind, But If Sin Controls The Affections, It Has Seized A Fort From Which It Will Continually Assault The Soul. Hence, As We Shall See, Mortification Is Chiefly Directed To Take Place Upon The Affections.