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them,
whether
we
have behaved
aright
Or
no,
and
when
it
quickens our duty
to surviving relatives.
While they are
alive,
and
present
with
us,
our
neglect
of
duty
towards them
does
not
so
soon strike
oui
consci-
ences;
but
when
the stroke
Of
death
divides them
from
is
in
this world
for
ever,
we
are ready
then
to bethink
.Ourselves,
whether our carriage toward
them has been
just
and
kind
:
And
if
our enquiry
finds
out
our
guilt,
our hearts are tender
at that
season, and
we
soon yield
to
the
conviction.
"
Did
I pay
that
duty
to
a
father,
which
he
Well
deserved, and
which
God required
?
Did
I
treat
á
mother
with
that
filial
affection, and, submissive
tender-
ness
that
became
a
child
?
Did
I
pay
that
just
deference
and
honour
to
the counsels
and
advice
of
my
parents
as
I
should
have
done
?
Did
I
treat
my
sisters
with
that
decent
affection
and respect
that
became
rime
?
And did
I
exer-
cise
brotherly
love
toward
all
my
equal
relatives? Or
has
my
conduct
been
undutiful, unkind, and unbecoming
?
And
especially
if
we
have this
fo
charge ourselves
with,
that
we
took
no
care
for
the
welfare
of
the souls
of
those
that
are
dead. Such thoughts
as
these
will
hang
heavy
about
the heart, and press hard
upon
the conscience
in
that
day.
`
Did
I
not
see my
child
or
my
brother
walk
in the
ways
of
sin
:
and
yet
did
I
ever
give
him a
hint
of
his
dreadful danger
?
Did I fear
that
he
was a
stranger
to the grace
of
God, and yet
did
I
not
neglect
to
invite
him to receive the gospel
?
Had
I
not reason
to question
whether
he was
a sincere
convert or
no
?
But
how little
have
I
done toward
his
conversion?
"'
Or if
he
was
ever
concerned
about the
affairs
of
his
soul,
and
awàkened and thoughtful
about
death
and
hell,
did I direct
him in
the
way
of
peace
?
Did
I
endeavour
to lead
him to
Jesus
the
Saviour
?
Or
did
I
let
him go on
Without
instruction, or without comfort,
till
death
laid
its
cold
hands
upon
him,
and
he
plunged
into the eternal
world
at
a
mournful uncertainty
?
O
my
heart
!
my
heart
!
The
anguish
of it
pains
me
beyond what
I
am
able
to bear.
O that
I
could
recal
my
brother, or
my
son from the grave
!
How would
I
follow
him with coun-
sels
and entreaties
?
And neither
give him
nor
myself
any
rest,
till
I
had good hope,
through
grace,
that
he
had
fled
for refuge
to
lay
hold on
Christ and
his salvation.
I
would
never
be
at
ease,
nor
would
I
cease
pleading
for
him
at