View Well the Monster in True
Light by Henry Law You witnessed death accomplishing its work,
irresistible, unrestrained, mocking all opposing means. It came and
conquered. At its touch, the strength declined,
the vital powers ebbed, the luster of the eye grew dim, the color
faded, the senses laid aside their functions. The fluttering
pulse stood still. Animation was no more. The heart
no longer moved. The spirit fled its tenement
of clay. Nothing remained but a stranded
wreck. A tenantless abode. An empty
casket. A deserted shell. Death displayed
its ruthlessness and might. It put forth its barbed sting
and laughed resistance into nothingness. It is instructive now to ask,
how is death armed with this tremendous sway? What furbished,
what supplied its weapons? What placed a helpless world
beneath its conquering feet? Whence its commission to give
the inhabitants of the palace and the hut alike a banquet to
devouring worms? Now ponder the enlightening reply,
Sin is the origin of death. By one man sin entered into the
world, And death by sin. And so death passed upon all
men, For all have sinned. Learn that sin slew your friend,
And all who ever died Sin locks earth's offspring in its foul
embrace, And so consigns them to the arms of death. Survey
the lifeless frames from Abel to this hour, Huge is the pile,
the whole is piled by sin. Sin digs all graves, constructs
all vaults, Peoples each cemetery. In all the tears which have bedewed
the dying and the dead, In all the mourning which now racks
your heart, And has made earth the home of sighs, Behold the
work of death through sin. You see it now in your own house.
O, see it rightly, and you will largely gain. Prophet will not
be small, If henceforth you hate sin with deadlier hate. View
well the monster in true light, The enemy of God, the enemy of
man. Sin changed fair Eden into a
wilderness of thorns, And blackened angels into fiends of hell. Never give truce to such a foe.
Cry for the Spirit's help to drive it from each corner of
your heart. Unless you slay it, it will be
your ruin. Nail it to the Savior's cross. It will fight hard and struggle
long, but cease not the encounter. Take courage. Play the man. The believer can do all things
through Christ who strengthens him. Grace will expand while
thus abhorring sin you steal your breast in earnest opposition. This Puritan devotional has been
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