Oh we desire perfection. We know what it is to make a conscience of our every thought. We have looked upon every act of our lives, and desired that in all things we might be conformed to your will.
You know that this makes us walk very tenderly at times, and with much brokenness of spirit before you, because the more we look into our lives, the more we see to lament; and in proportion as you make us holy, in that very proportion do we spy out our unholiness, and find nests of sin where we never dreamt that the loathsome things had been.