It will be bitter in your belly. The wages of sin is death. The ways of sin may have popular
approval, but they shall also have divine
abhorrence marked upon them. This Delilah may please us for
a time, but she will betray us at last. Though Satan's apples
may have a fair skin, yet they certainly have a bitter core. Methinks the flaming sword in
one hand and the golden scepter in the other hand should guard
us from the forbidden tree and make our hearts like wet tinder
to all the sparks of Satan. Reader, if you behold nothing
but pleasure in the commission of sin, you will experience nothing
but the most dreadful pain in the conclusion of sin. The wages
of sin is death. All workmen should have their
wages, and it is only reasonable that those who employ you should
pay you. But however you may delight in
the works of sin, you will by no means relish the wages of
sin. Ah, what wise man would toil
so long in sin's drudgery? WHOSE WAGES ARE NO BETTER THAN
ETERNAL MISERY. THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH. THOUGH ALL SINS ARE NOT EQUAL
IN THEIR NATURE, YET ALL SINS ARE IN THEIR VERY NATURE DEADLY. THE CANDLE OF MAN'S LIFE IS BLOWN
OUT BY THE WIND OF HIS LUSTS. THE CORRUPTION OF NATURE TENDS
TO THE DISSOLUTION OF NATURE. Reader, you begin to be mortal
when you begin to be sinful. If you had never had anything
to do with sin, death could never have had anything to do with
you. It is at that vile enemy, sin, which God shoots all his
arrows. Sin is like a serpent in your
bosom, which stings you. Sin is like a thief in your closet
who plunders you. Sin resembles poison in the stomach
or a sword to the heart, both of which tend to death. Like
John's little book, sin may be sweet in your mouth, but it will
be bitter in your belly. The foul dregs lie at the bottom
of the vessel. The golden cup of sin is filled
with the most poisonous ingredients. Sinner, that which is now like
a rose flourishing in your bosom will in a very little time be
like a poisoned dagger at your heart. While such Judas kisses
he kills, while the ivy twines round the oak, it eats out its
sap. If sin were not so deceitful,
it would be not so delightful. Like a cunning angler, sin shows
the bait, but conceals the hook. If you, O man, are found nibbling
at the bait, you may justly expect the hook. Oh think, you who now
boast in nothing so much as sin, that there is a time approaching
when you will be ashamed of nothing but sin. You will be eternally
sinful, but you cannot be eternally joyful. In hell, all that sugar
will be melted, in which this bitter pill of sin was wrapped. Hell is too hot a climate for
wanton delights to live in. The pleasures of sin but for
a season, but the torments of unpardoned sin are of an eternal
duration. Death will turn all the waters
of pleasure into blood. The serpent of sensual delight
Always carries a deadly sting in its tail. All the blaze of
worldly pomp Will soon end in midnight darkness and horror. It is better to make your lodging
in a bed of snakes Than in the forbidden bed of sinful lusts. When the pale horse of death
goes before The red horse of wrath follows after. When the
sinner's body goes to the worms to be consumed, then his soul
goes to hell to be tormented. A wise man knows that it is far
better to forego the pleasures of sin here than to undergo the
pains of wrath hereafter. There was a certain rich man
who was splendidly clothed, feasting lavishly every day. What pleasure
does dives now reap in hell from all the choice banquets he sat
down to on earth? I am in agony in this fire, the
stench and torment of everlasting burnings. will take away the
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