Assurance is not a thing that consists in any point, and so incapable of variation. It may be higher or lower, greater or less, obscure or attended with more evidence. It is not quite lost when it is not quite at its highest. God sometimes marvellously raises the souls of his saints with some close and near approaches to them; he gives them a sense of his eternal love, a taste of the embraces of his Son and the inhabitation the Holy Spirit, without the least intervening disturbance; then this is their assurance. But this life is not a season to be always taking wages in; our work is not yet done; we are not always to abide in this mount. We must go down again into the battle, fight again, cry again, complain again. Shall the soul be thought now to have lost its assurance? Not at all. It had assurance before with joy, triumph, and exultation; it has it now, or may have, with wrestling, cries, tears, and supplications. And a man’s assurance may be as good, as true, when he lies on the earth with a sense of sin, as when he is carried up to the third heaven with a sense of love and foretaste of glory.