God therefore showed himself in passion that he might move us, and in that passion whereto he would move us; thus complaineth God that we might thus infer and say, and doth God thus complain?  Why, it toucheth not God, it toucheth me; 'He needeth not our repentance, and our unrighteousness hurteth him not.'  It is I that shall win or lose by it, even the best thing I have to lose, my soul; He is in no danger, it is I, the hazard of whose eternal weal or woe lieth upon it.  And yet doth God shew himself sorry for me, and shall not I be sorry for myself?  Doth God thus complain of my sin, and shall not I be moved to do as much for mine own sin?

Lancelot Andrewes: Sermon on Ash Wednesday, 1602.