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Sinner. O there's my sin and woe! though Grace be free I cannot take thy Grace, or come to thee. My heart is hardened; I cannot repent: My Will's enthralled; I cannot consent. This will condemn me at the dreadful day: I may have Life, but will not when I may.

Sinner. O there's my sin and woe! though Grace be free I cannot take thy Grace, or come to thee. My heart is hardened; I cannot repent: My Will's enthrall'd; I cannot consent. This will condemn me at the dreadful day: I may have Life, but will not when I may.

Jesus. Art thou not willing? why then dost thou crave it? Dost thou complain for grace, & wouldst not have it? If thou hadst rather be ungodly still, It seems thou speakest all this against thy will.

Jesus. Art thou not willing? why then dost thou crave it? Dost thou complain for grace, & wouldst not have it? If thou hadst rather be ungodly still, It seems thou speak'st all this against thy will.

Sinner. Would not the worst of men be saved from Hell? And in delight and endless pleasure dwell? But to be Holy I have no desire, But as a means to keep me from Hell fire. When I seem to do good, or ill forbear, It is not out of Love, but slavish fear. All my Religion is but from Self-love: I find no pleasure in the things above.

Sinner. Would not the worst of men be sav'd from Hell? And in delight and endless pleasure dwell? But to be Holy I have no desire, But as a means to keep me from Hell fire. When I seem to do good, or ill forbear, It is not out of Love, but slavish fear. All my Religion is but from Self-love: I find no pleasure in the things above.