Andrewes, in his terror, “will Thy judgment be, O Lord, when the thrones are set, and the angels stand around, and men are brought in, and the books are opened, and all our works are inquired into, and all our thoughts are examined, and all the hidden things of darkness!  What, O God, shall Thy judgment that day be upon me?  Who shall quench my flame, who shall lighten my darkness, if Thou pity me not?  Lord, as Thou art loving, give me tears, give me floods of tears, and give me all that this day, before it be too late.  For then will be the incorruptible Judge, the horrible judgment-seat, the answer without excuse, the inevitable charge, the shameful punishment, the endless Gehenna, the pitiless angels, the yawning hell, the roaring stream of fire, the unquenchable flame, the dark prison, the rayless darkness, the bed of live coals, the unwearied worm, the indissoluble chains, the bottomless chaos, the impassable wall, the inconsolable cry.  And none to stand by me; none to plead for me; none to snatch me out.”  Now, no Temporary ever possessed anything like that in his own handwriting among his private papers.  A meditation like that, written out with his own hand, and hidden away under lock and key, will secure any man from it, even if he had been appointed to backsliding and reprobation.  Bishop Andrewes, as any one will see who reads his Private Devotions, was the chief of sinners; but his discovered and deciphered papers will all speak for him when they are spread out before the great white throne, “glorious in their deformity, being slubbered,” as his editors say, “with his pious hands, and watered with his penitential tears.”

Thomas Shepard’s Ten Virgins is the most terrible book upon Temporaries that ever was written.  Temporaries never once saw their true vileness, he keeps on saying.  Temporaries are, no doubt, wounded for sin sometimes, but never in the right place nor to the right depth.  And again, sin, and especially heart-sin, is never really bitter to Temporaries.  In an “exhortation to all new beginners, and so to all others,” “Be sure,” Shepard says, “your wound for sin at first is deep enough.  For all the error in a man’s faith and sanctification springs from his first error in his humiliation.  If a man’s humiliation be false, or even weak or little, then his faith and his hold of Christ are weak and little, and his sanctification counterfeit.  But if a man’s wound be right, and his humiliation deep enough, that man’s faith will be right and his sanctification will be glorious.  The esteem of Christ is always little where sin lies light.”  And Hopeful himself says a thing at this point that is quite worthy of Shepard himself, such is its depth and insight.  He speaks of the righteous actually loving the sight of their misery.  He does not explain what he means by that startling language because he is talking all the time, as he knows quite well, to one who understood all that before he was