Let no swine trample it under his feet!

(Robert Bolton, "Comfortable Walking with God")

You may object,
"Of the pardonableness of my other sins—I could be reasonably well persuaded of God's forgiveness. But, alas! there is one sin above all the rest, which I find to be so full of hellish poison—of such a deep and damnable die—to have struck so desperately in the days of my lewdness at the very face of God Himself—and far deeper into the heart of Jesus Christ than the spear that pierced Him while bleeding upon the cross! This sin now stares in the eye of my newly awakened and wounded conscience with such horror and gristliness—that I fear that divine justice will think it fitter to have this most loathsome inexpiable stain—burned out of my soul with everlasting flames (if it were possible that eternal fire could expiate the sinful stains of any impenitent damned soul), than to be fully washed away with His blood, whom I so cruelly and cursedly pierced with it!"

"Oh! this is what lies now upon my heart like a mountain of lead, and enchains it with inexplicable terror! This alone stings desperately—and keeps me from Christ, and cuts me off from all hope of heaven. I am afraid that my willful wallowing in sin heretofore, has so reprobated my mind, seared my conscience, and hardened my heart—that I shall never be able to repent with any hope of pardon!"