Dissertation on the first day of the week… (1786)
“ Not one ray of comfort, nor beam of hope, nor joy, nor pleasure, will sparkle in their eyes, and nothing appear in their baleful countenances, but a fearful looking for a dreadful judgment. Oh! sinner, remember these things while here in this lower world, and meditate on thy latter end, for then, alas! it will be too, too late when the graves are opening, the rocks rending, the mountains rocking, the ocean boiling, and nature bursting from pole to pole; that awful day will put a period to all things, to the reign of kings, the power of princes, and the pomp of worlds. ”
