The sinners last sentence to eternal punishment, for sins of omission

No man can love sin, but he hates himself; nor part with his Duty, but he parts with his Felicity. And surely such a man who hates himself, and forsakes his Happiness, is a mad man. Well might the Holy Ghost speak the Prodigal out of his wits, when he was out of his way, and wandering from his Father's house. How mad was he to forsake Bread for Husks? (all the world is but Husks, dry, coarse, empty Fare, to the ⟨p. 53⟩Dainties of the Gospel.) Bread in a Fathers house, for Husks among Swine; yea, and plenty of Bread, enough and to spare, for a few Husks that could not fill their Bellies.

No man can love sin, but he hates himself; nor part with his Duty, but he parts with his Felicity. And surely such a man who hates himself, and forsakes his Happiness, is a mad man. Well might the Holy Ghost speak the Prodigal out of his wits, when he was out of his way, and wandring from his Father's house. How mad was he to forsake Bread for Husks? (all the world is but Husks, dry, coorse, empty Fare, to the ⟨p. 53⟩Dainties of the Gospel.) Bread in a Fathers house, for Husks among Swine; yea, and plenty of Bread, enough and to spare, for a few Husks that could not fill their Bellies.

If one Soul be more worth than a whole World, surely one Saviour, one God is more worth than a thousand Souls, than a million of Worlds. How mad then is he that parts with this Soul, this Saviour, this God, for a little, a very little of this World; yea, for this little of the World for a very little time.

If all the delights of the Flesh, and all the Pleasures of Sin, and all the profits of the World, cannot balance the partial enjoyment of God in his Ordinances for one hour; How unable will they be to compensate the loss of full Communion with God for ever? O how infinitely doth Christ out-weigh what ever the flesh or world can offer in exchange for him!