that bought the world, and made it new to be a foot-ſtool, and not a chair for their ſouls to ſit down upon. And if Chriſt has this art to make all things new, come unto him all ye that are old, ye that have old hearts come. Indeed Chriſt may get his craft among us, if we would go to him, for he makes all things new. The devil borrows another man's heart for covetouſneſs, and he has crooked it with the thorny cares of this world, and holed it, and dung the bottom out of it. O if ye would put it in Chriſt's hand, he would put it in his furnace and melt it again, and by his art bring it out a new heart for himſelf to dwell in. Alas! Chriſt gets not his trade or calling among us; but, why are not our old hearts mended! becauſe we handle them as a fooliſh mother doth a dauted bairn, ſhe will not let him go to ſchool to learn, and why? becauſe ſhe dow na want him out of her ſight; ſhe will therefore never let him do well, but feed him to the gallows. We do not give away our ſouls to Chriſt who would fain have them, and eaſily mend them ; but juſt keep them like the fooliſh mother, out of Chriſt's company. And pride keeps another man's heart, and covetouſneſs another man's heart; that dear craftſman Chriſt, that made the heart, and made the earth under our feet new, and the mountains new, yet we will not have our hearts new; our ſouls are all hanging in tatters, worn and old with ſin, and we do not put them in Chriſt's hand that would make them whole and cleanſe them. Fy upon thee that thy garden was curſed in Adam's day to bring forth nettles and thorns, and is bleſſed to bring out fruit in Chriſt, and thy ſoul gets not ſo much good in Chriſt as thy garden; it is made new and thy ſoul remains old, and Chriſt gets not his craft among us.
