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but I can give very little encouragement sor hope to an hour or two of this vehement and tumultuous penitence, on the very brink of damnation. "Judas •'repented," but his agonies of soul hurried him to hasten his own death, "that he might go to his own •'place:" and there is abundance of such kind of repenting in every corner of hell: that is a deep and dreadful pit, whence there is no redemption, though there are millions of such sort of penitents; it is a strong and dark prison, where no beam of comsort ever, mines; where bitter anguish and mourning sor sins past, is no evangelical repentance but everlasting and hopeless sorrow.
A Thought on Death.
DEATH, to a good man, is but pasting thro' a dark entry, out of one little dusky room of his Father's house, into another that is fair aad large, lightsome and glorious, and divinely entertaining. O, may the rays and splendours of my heavenly apartment shoot far downward, and gild the dark entry with such a chearful gleam, at to banish every sear when I shall be called to pass through!