Wesley Collected Works Vol 9
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-wesley-collected-works-vol-9-548 |
| Words | 391 |
O sad reckoning ! As many thoughts,
words, actions, so many sins; and the longer thou livest, thy
accounts swell the more. Should a tear be dropped for
every sin, thine eyes must be ‘fountains of tears. For nothing
but sin comes from thee; thy heart frames nothing but evil
imaginations; there is nothing in thy life, but what is framed by
thy heart; therefore, there is nothing in thy heart or life but evil. “And all thy religion, if thou hast any, is lost labour, if thou
art not born again: Truly then thy duties are sins. Would not
the best wine be loathsome in a foul vessel ? So is the religion
of an unregenerate man. Thy duties cannot make thy corrupt
soul holy; but thy corrupt heart makes them unclean. Thou
wast wont to divide thy works into two sorts; to count some
good, and some evil. But thou must count again, and put all
under one head; for God writes on them all, ‘Only evil.”
“And thou canst not help thyself. What canst thou do to
take away thy sin, who art wholly corrupt? Will mud and filth
wash our filthiness? And wilt thou purge out sin by sinning? Job took a potsherd to scrape himself, because his hands were
as full of boils as his body. This is the case of thy corrupt soul,
so long as thou art in a state of nature. Thou art poor indeed,
extremely ‘miserable and poor;” thou hast no shelter, but a
refuge of lies; no garment for thy soul, but ‘filthy rags;”
nothing to nourish it, but husks that cannot satisfy. More than
that, thou hast got such a bruise in the loins of Adam, that thou
art “without strength,’ unable to do anything. Nay, more than
all this, thou canst not so much as seek aright, but liest
helpless, as an infant exposed in the open field. “O that ye would believe this sad truth! How little is it
believed in the world ! Few are concerned to have their evil
lives reformed; but fewer far, to have their evil nature changed. Most men know not what they are; as the eye, which, seeing
many things, never sees itself. But until ye know every one
‘the plague of his own heart, there is no hope of your recovery.