Happy they who have put off—not only mortality, but sin;
and have put on—not only immortality, but perfection; and, in triumph,
trample on the neck of all their enemies—having neither foe without, nor foe
within. But my daily complaint may be, "O wretched man that I am! who shall
deliver me from the body of this death?" Satan watches and waylays me;
temptation attacks without; corruption rises up within! And, alas! too often
I offend him who is all love, mercy, and goodness! O for the happy day—when
I shall cease to sin, and to offend the best of friends—the Savior of my
soul! O for the happy day—when my whole soul shall be pure and holy, and not
one seed of sin be left within! O for the happy day—when Satan shall tempt
no more, and I yield no more to the temptation! O for the happy day—when my
bitter complaint against corruption and sin, shall be converted into sweet
praises on redeeming grace—"To him who loved me, and washed me from my sins
in his own blood—be glory, and honor, might, and dominion, forever and
ever!"
In view of that blessed day will I rejoice; and,
confiding in all-sufficient grace, I will travel to the mount of God with
courage; and, leaning on my Beloved, I will journey up through the
wilderness undismayed. For it is when I go in my own strength, or walk
alone, that I stumble into sin. I must rectify my mistaken notions, spoil my
vain confidence, and depend on God alone!