spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is
dreadfully provoked; His wrath towards you burns like fire; He looks
upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire; He
is of purer eyes than to bear to have you in His sight; you are ten
thousand times more abominable in His eyes than the most hateful and
venomous serpent is in ours. You have offended Him infinitely more
than ever a stubborn rebel did his prince: and yet it is nothing but
His hand that holds you from falling into the fire every moment; it
is ascribed to nothing else, that you did not go to hell the last
night; that you was suffered to awake again in this world, after you
closed your eyes to sleep; and there is no other reason to be given,
why you have not dropped into hell since you arose in the morning,
but that God's hand has held you up; there is no other reason to be
given why you have not gone to hell, since you have sat here in the
house of God provoking His pure eyes by your sinful, wicked manner
of attending His solemn worship; yea, there is nothing else that is
to be given as a reason why you do not this very moment drop down
into hell.

O sinner! consider the fearful danger you are in: it is a great
furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit, full of the fire of
wrath, that you are held over in the hand of that God whose wrath is
provoked and incensed as much against you as against many of the
damned in hell: you hang by a slender thread, with the flames of
divine wrath flashing about it, and ready every moment to singe it
and burn it asunder; and you have no interest in any Mediator, and
nothing to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep off the
flames of wrath, nothing of your own, nothing that you ever have
done, nothing that you can do, to induce God to spare you one
moment.