Treatise A Thought On Necessity
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-a-thought-on-necessity-005 |
| Words | 388 |
4. Once more: After Lord Kames has said all he pleases
concerning the grand machine of the universe, and con
cerning the connexion of its several wheels, yet it must be
allowed, He that made it can unmake it; can vary every
wheel, every spring, every movement, at his own good
pleasure. Neither, therefore, does this imply any necessity
laid either upon the thoughts, passions, or actions, of those
that know and trust in Him who is the Creator and
Governor of heaven and earth. 5. Ah, poor Infidel! this is no comfort to you ! You
must plunge on in the fatal whirlpool | You are without
hope; without help! For there is only one possible help;
and that you spurn. What follows then? Why
Si figit adamantinos
Summis verticibus dira necessitas
Clavos; non animum metu,
Non mortis laqueis expedies caput.*
O what advantage has a Christian (a real Christian) over an
Infidel ! He sees God! Consequently
* This quotation from Horace is thus translated by Francis :
“Yet soon as Fate shall round your head,
With adamantine strength, its terrors spread,
Not the Dictator's power shall save
Your soul from fear, your body from the grave.”-EDIT. Metus omnes, et inerorabile fatum
Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari. He tramples on inexorable fate,
And fear, and death, and hell ! 6. Ah, poor predestinarian | If you are true to your
doctrine, this is no comfort to you! For perhaps you are
not of the elect number: If so, you are in the whirlpool too. For what is your hope? Where is your help? There is no
help for you in your God. Your God! No; he is not
yours; he never was; he never will be. He that made you,
He that called you into being, has no pity upon you ! He
made you for this very end,--to damn you; to cast you
headlong into a lake of fire burning with brimstone ! This
was prepared for you, or ever the world began | And for
this you are now reserved in chains of darkness, till the
decree brings forth; till, according to his eternal, unchange
able, irresistible will,
You groan, you howl, you writhe in waves of fire,
And pour forth blasphemies at his desire! O God, how long shall this doctrine stand I