SELF

by F.B. Meyer

When by the grace of God we have been delivered from grosser forms of sin, we are still liable to the subtle working of SELF in our holiest and loveliest hours.

SELF poisons our motives.

SELF breathes decay on our fairest fruit bearing.

SELF whispers seductive flatteries into our pleased ears.

SELF turns the heart from its holy purpose.

SELF aims at personal advantage, acquiring the praise and commendation of men. Or in some other way it aims at self aggrandizement.