that you enjoyed amongst us. Or it may be that, instead of your hearing a comforting and soothing sermon, some Sunday morning, I preach an arousing, heart-searching one, and you are offended, or frightened, and give up all desire to tread the pilgrim pathway. “The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteem’d almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure.” Beware, I pray you, of any religion that merely springs from the carnal desire of enjoyment of Heaven.