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

3. When your care is more to keep other things than that Christ, you conceit you love? Let Christ go to keep your outward Possessions, and yet say you love Christ more; who do you think will believe what you say? Will not a man that loveth his Child more than his Gold, and all his Goods, if his House were on Fire, lose all to save his Child? So would you for Christ, if you loved him more than all.

IV. Do you love Christ and never grieve, nor groan, nor repent for the Sin whereby you have dishonoured him? Can there be love to any person without grieving for the unkindness that you have done unto him? Doth a Child love as a Child, that is not grieved because he did offend his Father? If your Heart did burn in Love, would not your Eyes flow with Tears? If the fire of Love were kindled in your Breast, would not the waters of Sorrow run down your Cheeks, and make thee say, Oh! What have I done, that I so long have slighted this loving Lord? Oh! What did I mean to stop mine Ears against his Calls of Love and Mercy? That I let him stand without Door, when the World and Satan were admitted in? Did my Lord suffer for my Sins, should I then have sinned thus against my suffering Lord? Was he Nailed to the Tree for my sake, and must I yet wound him more? Oh! That I could not behold my bleeding Lord without a weeping Eye! I am grieved, dear Saviour, I am grieved, to remember how I slighted thee, and trampled thy Royal Commands under my feet. O Lord, I blush and am ashamed, that I did spurn against such ⟨p. 134⟩tender Bowels, that I did undervalue such invaluable Love! and did prefer the Dung of this World before such an incomparable Saviour!

IV. Do you love Christ and never grieve, nor groan, nor repent for the Sin whereby you have dishonoured him? Can there be love to any person without grieving for the unkindness that you have done unto him? Doth a Child love as a Child, that is not grieved because he did offend his Father? If your Heart did burn in Love, would not your Eyes flow with Tears? If the fire of Love were kindled in your Breast, would not the waters of Sorrow run down your Cheeks, and make thee say, Oh! What have I done, that I so long have slighted this loving Lord? Oh! What did I mean to stop mine Ears against his Calls of Love and Mercy? That I let him stand without Door, when the World and Satan were admitted in? Did my Lord suffer for my Sins, should I then have sinned thus against my suffering Lord? Was he Nailed to the Tree for my sake, and must I yet wound him more? Oh! That I could not behold my bleeding Lord without a weeping Eye! I am grieved, dear Saviour, I am grieved, to remember how I slighted thee, and trampled thy Royal Commands under my feet. O Lord, I blush and am ashamed, that I did spurn against such