| Passion for the lost
“As I was walking in the fields, the thought came over me with almost
overwhelming power, that every one of my flock must soon be in
heaven or hell. Oh how I wished that I had a tongue like thunder, that
I might make all hear; or that I had a frame like iron, that I might
visit every one and say, ‘Escape for thy life! Ah sinner! You little
know how I fear that you will lay the blame of your damnation at my door.”
Robert Murray M'Cheyne, Quoted http://www.sermonindex.net/mail_si/oldpaths/oldpaths_sept2.pdf
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