From Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, by Jonathan Edwards
The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked.
You hang by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath flashing about it, and ready every moment to singe it, and burn it asunder.
All the kings of the earth, before God, are as grasshoppers; they are nothing, and less than nothing.
There is nothing that keeps wicked men at any one moment out of hell, but the mere pleasure of God.
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