SIN.

Sin so sets itself against the nature of God that, if possible, it
would annihilate and turn him into nothing, it being in its nature
point-blank against him.

What a thing is sin; what a devil and master of devils is it, that
it should, where it takes hold, so hang that nothing can unclutch
its hold, but the mercy of God and the heart-blood of his dear Son.

No sin is little in itself; because it is a contradiction of the
nature and majesty of God.

O, sin, what art thou! What hast thou done! and what still wilt thou
further do, if mercy and blood and grace do not prevent thee!

Sin is the living worm, the lasting fire;
Hell soon would loss its heat, could sin expire.
Better sinless in hell, than to be where
Heaven is, and to be found a sinner there.
One sinless with infernals might do well,
But sin would make of heaven a very hell.
Look to thyself then, keep it out of door,
Lest it get in and never leave thee more.

No match has sin but God in all the world;
Men, angels, has it from their station hurled,
Holds them in chains as captives, in despite
Of all that here below is called might.