according to the true proverb, The dog is turned to his own vomit again; and the sow that was washed to her wallowing in the mire."[1] Nor can it be said of the luke-warm Christian, that his soul prospers. He is self-condemned. The language of his agonizing heart is:—
"Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd,
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill."
The luke-warm professor is thus addressed by the great Head of the church: "I would thou wert cold or hot, because thou art luke-warm, and neither cold or hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth."[2]
The man of whose soul prosperity can be truly affirmed, has been created anew
