Think of what you do on the day of your death, how you would look on your idols then? What will you do in the day of visitation? Where will you hide your glory? How will you look on a temptation, or upon the temptings of your darling lusts? All your sweet morsels and stolen waters will then be bitter, but the more sweetly any sin went down, the more bitter will it be when it comes up again. May be, your idols and you were pleasant in your lives, but they are sad company in the valley of death. Can the camel go through the eye of a needle? No, if there were no more to hinder but the bump on his back, he couldn’t. Can you go through the narrow gate? If there were no more but one unmortified lust, you can’t. Can you think to jump into heaven warm and smoking with sin, as many times you come to speak with God, when the last word you spoke was with your idol? Can you sing that sweet triumphant song, “O death where is thy sting, O grave where is thy victory (1Corinthians 15:55)? for look, here sin, that is the sting of death, and the victory of the grave, sticks with you. When others shall be singing “hallelujahs” and harping with harps you will be little better than the hypocrite whom fearfulness takes by surprise. If the Master knocks when you are either asleep or wasting his goods, or eating and drinking with the drunken, you will be afraid to go and open the door, he would need to break the door in, to get in. O what a sad work will any living lust make, when you come to die!