The Plaister

“A p/az’sfer may be of sovefeign efficacy but wJicnyoti are still pidlmg it off and on it doth you no good.” Faith applies Christ to the soul; but what if unbelief tears him away? A promise is a great heal-all, but what if we believe and disbelieve, trust and distrust? How can the surest promise comfort us? Men turn to God in their fashion, and before any benefit can come of it they turn away from him. What do they expect from such folly? Instability in saving concerns is a deadly evil, a mockery of God, and a robbery of ourselves.

Lord, thy Son’s atonement is the blessed plaister which has healed my soul’s sore. Thou hast applied it, and I will keep it on my heart for ever, whatever may happen, and whoever may ridicule. This hope I have by thy grace, and none shall take it from me.