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Until we throw off this cumbrous clay!
(from Octavius Winslow's, "Morning Thoughts")
The heart is the natural and fertile
soil of every noxious weed of sin.
As soon as one sin is cut down, another springs up.
Yes, the same root appears again above
the surface, with new life and vigor.
It requires a ceaseless care and vigilance,
a perpetual mortification of sin in the body,
until we throw off this cumbrous clay,
and go where sin is known no more.
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