A More Vile and Unlovely Thing Octavius Winslow Midnight Harmonies There exists not upon earth a more vile and unlovely thing in the self-searching view of the true believer than his own heart. From every other human eye that bosom is deeply, impenetrably veiled, all that is within is known only to itself. What those chambers of abomination are, God will not permit another creature to know.

But oh, how dark, how loathsome, how unholy to him who knows the plague of his own heart!

Believer, Jesus loves that heart of yours. He purchased it with his own heart's blood, agonies, and tears. With all its indwelling evil and self-loathing, God sees its struggles, watches its conflict, and marks its sincerity. He has his finger upon its pulse. He feels every beat, records every throb. Not a feeling thrills it, not an emotion agitates it, not a sorrow shades it, not a sin wounds it, not a thought passes through it, of which he is not cognizant.