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for whom you mourn. No, no, weep for Satan’s captive, weep for him who goes decoyed down to the slaughter house, legions of hell guarding his steps lest he should escape; weep for him who is driven on by angry winds on a lee shore, vile pas- sions hurrying him on to certain ruin.

Weep for him for whom the world makes merry; for him who receives the applause of thousands, but who is under the curse of God, for him who is rich in this world’s goods, but is poor in the treasures of heaven, for him who has no God as his portion on earth; no Saviour but gold; no home but tabernacles of clay.

Weep for the dead professor, at ease in Zion; dead in the garden of God; cold in the midst of the beams of the sun; believing in a lie; deceiving his own soul; calling God his Master while he serves the devil; sits at the Lord’s table and works and fights under Satan’s banner. Oh, how great will be his disappointment if his eyes are not opened. Weep for him, pray for him.

Weep for those who neglect the great salvation. Oh, weep for them. They neglect God, they grieve the Holy Spirit, they slight Jesus Christ. They cast away the finest gold that they may gather stubble, they despise the clear stream, that they may seek the stagnant pond. They rush past heaven that they may stumble into hell. They turn their back upon Christ that they may follow the devil. Oh, the mad- ness! Oh, the danger! Oh, the death! Oh, the eternal damnation of such. Can any one wonder

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