O what rest... for the poor soul when he sees he has to do with One who has conquered all enemies for him.... Before he came to the consciousness of this, the book of his daily transgressions appeared to ascend up before God, black with the catalog of his offenses, on every leaf of which was written, Sin, sin, sin; but now these blackened characters are effaced, and on each page is transcribed in letters of blood, in the blood of God's dear Lamb, Love, love, love.