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The syren song of pleasure...
by Spurgeon
When the syren song of pleasure would
tempt you from the path of right, reply,
"Hush your strains, O temptress;
I am one of Christ's.
Your music cannot affect me;
I am not my own, I am bought with a price."
I beseech you, never belie your profession.
Be ever one of those whose brogue is Christian,
whose very idiom is Christ-like, whose conduct
and conversation are so perfumed of heaven, that all
who see you may know that you are one of the Savior's,
and may recognize in you his features and his lovely
countenance.
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