Only that poor man did not see that, and would not have believed that even if he had seen it.

'I cannot tell what the end will be,' said Desires-awake; 'but one thing I know, I shall never be able to cease from both loving and fearing that Prince.

I shall always love Him for His beauty and fear Him for His glory.' Can you say anything like that, my brethren?
Have you been at His seat with sackcloth, and a rope, and ashes, and tears, and prayers, like Abraham, and David, and Isaiah, and Paul, and John Bunyan, and Bishop Andrewes?
And, whatever may be the end, do you say that henceforth and for ever you must both love and fear that Prince?
'Though He slay me,' said Job, 'yet I shall both love and trust Him.' Well, the Prince is the Prince, and He will take both His own time and His own way of taking off your rope and putting a chain of gold round your neck, and a new song in your mouth, as He did to Job.

There may be more weeping yet, both on your side and on His before He does that; but He will do it, and He will not delay an hour that He can help in doing it.

Only, do you continue and increase to love His beauty, and to fear His glory.