But what now?  The tower of strength has not fallen, my brother.  The remedies of correction are not mocked; the city of refuge is not shut.  Do not abide in the depths of evil.  Do not deliver yourself to the slayer of souls.  The Lord knows how to set up them that are dashed down.  Do not try to flee afar off, but hasten to me.  Resume once more the labours of your youth, and by a fresh course of good deeds destroy the indulgence that creeps foully along the ground.  Look to the end, that has come so near to our life.  See how now the sons of Jews and Greeks are being driven to the worship of God, and do not altogether deny the Saviour of the World.  Never let that most awful sentence apply to you, “Depart from me, I never knew you.” Luke xiii. 27.