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 His son,  and  promised  me  a  throne  in  heaven  if  I would  keep  His  commandments — bear  a  burden  that was light  and  a  yoke  that  was  sweet. God who, when I  disobeyed,  came  down  from  heaven  and wiped out  my  sin  with  His  precious  heart's  blood. God who,  like  a  tender  father,  followed  me  to  the gate of  hell  itself  and  all  but  forced  me  back — that God is  now  lost  to  me  and  I  to  Him. I have  heard the sentence:  "  Depart  from  Me,  ye  cursed,"  and oh, was  there  ever  exile  so  bitter  and  desolate? Exiled from  my  rightful  home — heaven;  from  the one near  and  dear  to  me — God;  into  a  wild  and  blazing desert — hell;  to  be  tortured  by  the  savage inhabitants, the  devils. And all  this  through  my own  fault,  when  I  might  have  gained  heaven  by  one-half  the  labor  and  anxiety  I  expended  to  purchase hell — through my  own  fault,  through  my  most grievous fault. O God,  what  a  maddening  thought that is! If I  were  innocent  like  Job — if  some  one  else were solely  responsible  for  my  misfortune  I  would, like Job,  be  patient  in  the  midst  of  my  afflictions,  but no, I  am  lost  through  my  fault,  through  my  most grievous fault. My fate  is  sealed  and  sealed  forever. Forever, never;  never,  forever,  are  the  words  that resound continually  through  hell  and  add  the  last drop of  bitterness  to  the  misery  of  the  damned  For in the  thought  of  eternity  consists  the  real  sting  of hell. Desire without  hope,  torture  without  respite or end. If the  damned  could  only  feel  that  their sufferings would  cease  even  after  millions  and  billions of years,  hell  from  that  moment  would  be  no  longer