Love to Christ, necessary to escape the curse at his coming

XIX. Not love Christ! Art thou not all this while treasuring up terrible Accusations in Conscience against the hour of Death, and day of Judgment? The time will come, and is at hand, when thou, and all thou lovedst, besides Christ, must be separated. Thou hast loved the World, and thou must leave it; thou hast loved thy Pleasures, and thou must bid adieu unto them; thou hast loved thy Relations, and thou must take thy farewell of them; and then, oh then, if conscience be awakened, if thou dost not go blindfold, and hood winked, by the Devil, out of this World, wilt, in the bitterness of thy Soul, lament thy woeful case, and say, Oh! What have I done? What is this that I have done, to love what I must leave? I loved my Riches and now Death will take me from them. I have set my heart more upon my earthly Relations than upon Christ, and now Death is come to tear and carry me away from them. I have loved my life more than Christ, and now Death will put an end unto my life. And all these things that I have loved, now must lose. Oh! Had I loved Christ as I have loved them, Christ would not have left me; Death could not have separated him from me, but should have removed me nearer unto him. But this I did not; woe is me that this I never did, for now all my love proves vexatious love, to think and find that what I have loved, in one moment I have for ever lost.

XIX. Not love Christ! Art thou not all this while treasuring up terrible Accusations in Conscience against the hour of Death, and day of Judgment? The time will come, and is at hand, when thou, and all thou lovedst, besides Christ, must be separated. Thou hast loved the World, and thou must leave it; thou hast loved thy Pleasures, and thou must bid adieu unto them; thou hast loved thy Relations, and thou must take thy sarewel of them; and then, oh then, if conscience be awakened, if thou dost not go blindfold, and hood wink'd, by the Devil, out of this World, wilt, in the bitterness of thy Soul, lament thy woful case, and say, Oh! What have I done? What is this that I have done, to love what I must leave? I loved my Riches and now Death will take me from them. I have set my heart more upon my earthly Relations than upon Christ, and now Death is come to tear and carry me away from them. I have loved my life more than Christ, and now Death will put an end unto my life. And all these things that I have loved, now must lose. Oh! Had I loved Christ as I have loved them, Christ would not have left me; Death could not have separated him from me, but should have removed me nearer unto him. But this I did not; woe is me that this I never did, for now all my love proves vexatious love, to think and find that what I have loved, in one moment I have for ever lost.