I admire Asa's integrity, in that his eye would not spare even his own mother. Surely there can be no real love to the Lord, that suffers any creature to become a rival. He that loveth father and mother more than me is not worthy of me. Precious Jesus! give me grace to follow thee wholly, though the ties of nature plead ever so powerfully. Thou who hast made me, redeemed me, and given me all my comforts; surely thou hast an unquestionable right to be loved, and closely adhered to above all.

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