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 Nay more, they will be as grapes, pressed under the press of the wrath of God. " He treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God." (Rev.xix. 15.) They shall have from this also the pain of fixedness. " They shall be as still as a stone." (Exod. xv. 16.) Thus the lost, as they fall into hell at the last day, so will they remain without ever changing their place, and be unable to move either foot or hand, whilst God shall be God.

The sense of hearing will be tormented with the ceaseless howling and wailing of those poor desperate ones. The demons will make continual dins. " A dreadful sound is in his ears." (Job xv. 21.) What pain this, when one wishes to sleep, to hear the continual moaning of the sick, the barking of a dog, or the crying of an infant? Unhappy lost ones, who are condemned to ever hear for all eternity, the groans and cries of those who are tortured.

The appetite will be tormented by hunger; the lost ones will experience a rabid hunger, " grin like a dog, .... and grudge if they be not satisfied." (Ps. lix. 14, 15.) But they shall not have a crumb of bread.

The thirst will be so great, that all the water of the sea would not suffice for it; nevertheless, they shall not have one drop. The rich man asked for one drop, but this he has not yet had, and. will never have it never.

Ah, my Lord, behold at Thy feet one who has made small account both of Thy grace and of Thy chastisements. Poor me; if Thou, my Jesus, hadst not had pity upon me, for how many years should I have been in that fearful furnace, where truly are now burning so many like myself. Oh, my Redeemer, how is it, that whilst thinking upon this I do not burn with Thy love? How shall I ever be able to think of offending Thee anew? Oh, may it never be, my Jesus Christ; grant me rather to die a thousand deaths. Since Thou hast begun, finish the work. Thou hast delivered me from the ruin of my many sins, and with so great love, Thou hast called me to love Thee. Ah, grant now. that this time which Thou hast given me, I may spend wholly for Thee. How would the lost desire one day, nay, one