God is awful even in his mercies. The fire which consumed the sacrifice, had it consumed them would have been their just desert: And in that it consumed the offering, it implied as much. The fire of God's wrath burns against sin: That sin transferred to the sacrifice, there it breaks forth. Oh! precious, precious Jesus! what love was thine to take my sins, and to sustain the fire of thy Father's wrath, that I might escape, and thou endure. Oh! for grace to love thee as thou hast loved me!

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