The Day of Grace.
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Legal times were like winter days—dark and cloudy, sharp and stormy; and yet how many of our fathers travelled to heaven in those days! But gospel times are like summer days—sweet and clear, full of light and beauty, so that we may truly say, God has not been as a cloud of darkness to us; for these are the days of grace which are full of the beams of mercy.
Yet how slowly and reluctantly do many of us go to heaven! Nay worse, how foolishly do we waste these precious days, and neglect these golden opportunities! O what time shall that man find to repent in—who is hardened in these melting times! O on what day shall that man go to heaven—who idles away these gospel days!
O what grace shall that man find to pardon his sin—who sins away the day of grace! O to whom shall that man appeal—who renounces Jesus Christ! O woe unto that man forever, upon whom the shadows of death and of the evening are stretched out—and yet who never sets forth for heaven!
But in a more awful state is that man, to whom the dearer and sweeter day—only makes the blacker and sadder hell! O what blackness of darkness is reserved for that man, who will walk in darkness under the glorious dispensation of the Gospel! We are those that are not only lifted up to heaven—but heaven is let down to us. O how long shall that man lie in hell—whom heaven presses down!
O you gospel-professor! you are now under the dispensation of light, the sweet invitations of mercy, and the wonderful manifestations of love. Consider this, you shall either go to heaven or to hell—upon the easiest or hardest terms.