O what mercy hath God prepared for _you_, if _you_ do not trample it under foot? _What mercy hath he prepared for them that fear him, even before the sons of men!_ A peace which the world cannot give: joy, that no man taketh from you: rest from doubt and fear and sorrow of heart; and love, the beginning of heaven. And are not these for _you_? Are they not all purchased for _you_, by him who loved _you_, and himself for _you_? For _you_, a _sinner_! _You_, a rebel against God! _You_, who have so long crucified him afresh! Now, _look unto him whom you have pierced_! Now say, _Lord_, it is enough. I have fought against thee long enough. I yield, _Jesus, Master, have mercy upon me_! On this day, above all, cry aloud, and spare not, to the _God who heareth prayer_. This is the day he hath set apart for the good of your soul, both in this world and that which is to come. Never more disappoint the design of his love, either by _worldly business_ or _idle diversions_. Let not a little thing keep _you_ from the house of God, either in the forenoon or afternoon. And spend as much as you can of the rest of the day, either in repeating what you have heard, or in reading the scripture, or in private prayer, or talking of the things of God. Let his love be ever before _your_ eyes. Let his praise be ever in _your_ mouth. You have lived many years in folly and sin. Now, live one day unto the Lord. Do not ask any more, “Where is the harm, if after church, I spend the remainder of the day in the fields, or in a public-house, or in taking a little diversion?” You know where is the harm. Your own heart tells you so plain, that _you_ can’t but hear. It is a base mispending your talent, and a bare-faced contempt of God and his authority. You have heard of God’s judgments even upon earth, against the prophaners of this day. And yet these are but as drops of that storm of _fiery indignation, which will at_ last _consume his adversaries_. Glory be to God who hath now given _you_ a sense of this. You now know, this was always designed for a day of blessing. May _you_ never again by your _idleness_ or _prophaneness_, turn that blessing into a curse! What folly, what madness would that be? And in what sorrow and anguish would it end? For yet a little while, and death will close up the day of grace and mercy. And those who despise them now, will have no more _sabbaths_, or _sacraments_ or _prayers_ for ever. Then how will they wish to recover that, which they now so idly call away? But all in vain. For they will then _find no place for repentance_, tho’ they should seek it _carefully with tears_. O my friend, know the privilege _you_ enjoy. Now _remember the sabbath-day to keep it holy_. Your day of life and of grace is far spent. The night of death is at hand. Make haste to use the time you have: improve the last hours of _your_ day. Now provide _the things which make for your peace_, that _you_ may stand before the face of God ♦for ever.