O, my son, my son!

(Thomas Doolittle, "How we should eye eternity, that
it may have its due influence upon us in all we do")

You parents, why do you not bewail the doleful state
of your unsaved children, who in their sinful courses,
are hastening to eternal pains?

"What, my son! the son of my womb! did I bear you
with so much sorrow--and shall you be eternally damned?
Did I travail with you with so much pain, and brought and
nursed you up with so much labor--and must you be
forever fuel for the flames of hell? Have I brought
forth my child to be a prey to devils, and a companion
with them to all eternity? O, my son, my son! what
shall I do for you, my son, my son!"