XI. Though SIN, at first, its rage dissemble may, "Twill soon upon thee as a lion prey; "Twill roar, 'twill rend, 'twill tear, 'twill kill outright, XII. SIN will accuse, will stare thee in the face; XII. SIN is the living worm, the lasting fire, Hell soon would lose its heat, could SIN expire; Better sinless in hell, than to be where Heaven is, and to be found a Sinner there. One, sinless, with infernals might do well, But sin would make a very heaven a hell. Look to thyself then, keep it out of door, Lest it get in and never leave thee more. XIV. No match has SIN but God in all the world, Release, help, freedom from it, none can give, XV. Fools make a mock at SIN; will not believe It carries such a dagger in its sleeve; How can it be (say they) that such a thing, So full of sweetness should e'er wear a sting! They know not that it is SIN's very spell To make poor sinners laugh themselves to hell. Look to thyself then, deal with SIN no more Lest He that saves, against thee shut the door. XVI. Now let the God that is above, AMEN. J. Bennett, Printer, Plymouth. VII. SIN is that beastly thing that will defile Twill make him who some time God's image was, It will defile and spread contagiously. Wherefore, beware; against it, shut the door; VIII. SIN, once possessed of the heart, will play Twill make thee thine own happiness oppose: That love thee best: yea, make thee to defy Beware then, keep this tyrant out of door, IX. SIN harden can thy heart against thy God, X. SIN is a prison, hath its bolts and chains, Brings into bondage whom it entertains; Hangs shackles on him, bends him to his will, Holds him as Sampson, grinding at the mill; "Twill blind him, make him deaf; yea, 'twill him gag, And ride him as the devil rides his hag. Wherefore look to it, keep it out of door; If once its slave, thou may'st be free no more Ꮐ |