My first word shall be to the openly profane.  Poor sinner, thou readest that many that expect heaven will go without heaven.  What sayest thou to this, poor sinner?  If judgment begins at the house of God, what will be the end of them that obey not the gospel of God?  This is Peter’s question:  canst thou answer it, sinner?  Yea, I say again, if judgment must begin at them, will it not make thee think, What shall become of me?  And I add, when thou shalt see the stars of heaven tumble down to hell, canst thou think that such a muck-heap of sin as thou art shall be lifted up to heaven?  Peter asks thee another question:  “If the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear?” Canst thou answer this question, sinner?  Stand among the righteous thou mayst not:  “The ungodly shall not stand in the judgment.”  Stand among the wicked thou then wilt not dare to do:  where wilt thou appear, sinner?  To stand among the hypocrites will avail thee nothing:  “The hypocrite shall not come before him,” that is, with acceptance, “but shall perish.”

Because it concerns thee much, let me over with it again.  When thou shalt see less sinners than thou art bound up by angels in bundles to burn them, where wilt thou appear, sinner?  Thou mayst wish thyself another man, but that will not help thee, sinner.  Thou mayst wish, “Would I had been converted in time;” but that will not help thee neither.  And if, like the wife of Jeroboam, thou shouldst feign thyself to be another, the prophet, the Lord Jesus, would soon find thee out.  What wilt thou do, poor sinner?  Heavy tidings, heavy tidings will attend thee, except thou repent, poor sinner!

Sluggard, art thou asleep still? art thou resolved to sleep the sleep of death?  Will neither tidings from heaven nor hell awake thee?  Wilt thou say still, “Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the arms to sleep?”

O that I was one that was skilful in lamentation, and had but a yearning heart towards thee, how would I pity thee; how would I bemoan thee!  Poor soul, lost soul, dying soul, what a hard heart have I that I cannot mourn for thee!  If thou shouldst lose but a limb, a child, or a friend, it would not be so much; but, poor man, it is thy soul:  if it was to lie in hell but for a day, but for a year, nay, ten thousand years, it would in comparison be nothing; but O it is for ever!  O this cutting ever!

Sinner, awake; yea, I say unto thee, awake!  Sin lieth at thy door, and God’s axe lieth at thy root, and hell-fire is right underneath thee.  I say again, awake.  Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit, is hewn down and cast into the fire.

Poor sinner, awake:  Eternity is coming, and his Son; they are both coming to judge the world:  awake; art yet asleep, poor sinner? let me set the trumpet to thine ear once again.  The heavens will he shortly on a burning flame; the earth and the works thereof shall be burned up, and then wicked men shall go into perdition:  dost thou hear this, sinner?