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ful and unbelieving, shall be cast into the lake that burneth with fire and brimstone, which is the second death. How canst thou doubt then, whether thou art welcome to receive the Son given, by believing on his name?

Come to him just as thou art, and he will make thee what thou shouldst be. When he counsels thee to buy of him the gold of faith, and the garment of salvation, take him at his gospel-word: Come without regarding thy stuff: The poorer thou art the better: The oil of his grace flows most abundantly into empty vessels His charity is most glorified in the relief of the most miserable objects: His royal bounty scorns the vile compensation of thy wretched merits: He sells like a king, like the King of kings without money and without price. Ask and have, and Take freely, are the encouraging mottos written upon all the unsearchable treasures of his grace.


Be of good comfort then, rise, he calleth thee: Stretch out thy withered hand, and he will restore it : Open thy mouth wide, and he will fill it: bring an empty vessel, a poor hungry heart, and he will give into thy bosom good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over.

And now what meanest thou, Sleeper? Why tarriest thou? Arise, and wash away thy sins, calling on the name of the Lord. Lose not time in conferring with flesh and blood; much less in parleying with satan, or consulting thy unbelieving heart: Here delays lead to ruin: The Philistines are upon thee, instantly shake thyself; if thou art not altogether blinded by the god of this world, and led captive by him at his will; this moment, in the powerful name of Jesus, burst the bonds of spiritual sloth....break, like a desperate soul, out of the prison of unbelief....escape for thy life....look not behind thee....stay not in all the plain.... This one thing do, leaving the things that are behind, Sodom and her ways, press forwards towards Zoar, and escape to the mount of God, lest shou be con

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sumed. By the new and living way consecrated for us, in full assurance of faith, fly to the Father of mercies....pass through the croud of Laodicean professors through the opening door of hope....take the kingdom of heaven by violence.

With halting, yet wrestling Jacob, say to the Friend of sinners, I will not let thee go unless thou bless me. If he makes as if he would go farther; with the two mournful disciples, constrain him to stay; or rather with the distressed woman of Canaan, follow him whithersoever he goeth....take no denial....through the veil, that is to say, his flesh, torn from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet....through this mysterious veil, rent from the top to the bottom, rush into the blood-besprinkled sanctuary....embrace the horns of the golden altar, lay all thy guilt on the head of the sin-atoning thy name on the breast of thy merciful high priest....claim the safety, demand the blessings, receive the consolations bestowed on all that fly to him for refuge....and begin a new, delightful life, under the healing and peaceful shadow of his wings.

But perhaps thou art now devoid of active power, and broken in spirit. The hurry of thy self-righteous nature subsides. Wounded and half-dead, thou liest in the way of misery, waiting for the passing by of thy heavenly deliverer. Thou hadst set thy heart upon being blessed in one particular manner, and God in his wisdom thinks it best to bless thee another. Thou wouldst scale the new Jerusalem and storm heaven; but he chuses it should come down into thy soul as a fruitful shower descends into a fleece of wool. Be still then, and know that he is God. Let him break thy self-will, which hides itself under godly appearances; and let him practically teach thee, that salvation is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth; but of God who sheweth mercy.

Meekly dive into the amazing depth of these words, In quietness and rest shall be your strength.

Stand still and see the salvation of God. The fire, the earthquake, and the rending of the rocks are over; silence takes place; the still small voice will soon follow. Thou art for a time, taken from the foaming billows of self-agitation, and led by the still waters; a calm succeeds the impetuous storm, and a passive waiting thy restless, fruitless endeavours Thou art in the case of one fallen into the sea, who having struggled long and hard to escape drowning is obliged to yield at last. Yield then, weary sinner, yield to thy happy fate. Fully surrender to the God of thy life. Entirely abandon thyself to Jesus. Freely trust him with thy present and eternal salvation. Whether thou swim or sink, let thyself go into the ocean of mercy. Catch at no broken reed by the way, but calmly venture into the unfathomable depths of redeeming love. Lose thus thy life, and thou shalt find it. The power of God will soon be made perfect in thy weakness; and when thy strength it renewed, earnestly wrestle again. Thus go on, alternately striving and waiting, according to the leadings of the Holy Spirit, till, having passed. through all the inferior dispensations of divine grace, thou enter by faith into the rest that remains for the people of God, and take possession of that kingdom of God, which consists in righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost.

VII. In that kingdom, happy believer, the times of refreshing fully come from the presence of the Lord; mercy and love embrace thee on every side; and thy sprinkled conscience enjoys the peace of a sin-pardoning God....Then smiling justice, more than satisfied by the meritorious death of Christ, sheathes her flaming sword, and declares, There is now no condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus: They are justified from all things, and freely forgiven all trespasses....And now thou art more than conqueror through him that loved thee. Standing by humble faith in his omnipotence, thou canst do all things, through his grace strengthening thee. Sin has no domi.

nion over thee: The cruel and bloody tyrant, that reigned unto death, is dethroned; and grace, rich grace, sweetly reigns through righteousness unto eternal life. Triumphing in Christ over thy fiercest enemies, and putting thy victorious foot upon the neck of the last, thou challengest his utmost rage, and shoutest" O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave where is thy victory? Thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!*

Now thou seest and feelest that God is Love. Thou dwellest in him, and he in thee. Love, the fulfilling of the law, diffusing itself through all the heart, influences thy looks, words and actions, and makes thee spring after Jesus into the chariot of cheerful obedience: Thy heart is as his heart; and while active grace draws thy willing soul along, God's free Spirit pours the oil of gladness upon the fervid wheels of thy affections: Supported, and animated by the Lord's presence, thou swiftly movest, thou delightfully fliest in all the ways of duty : Mountains of difficulties sink into plains before thee: wisdom's roughest ways are ways of pleasantness, all her paths are peace.

Now thou rejoicest to be thought worthy to suffer shame for Christ's name, and countest it all joy, when thou fallest into divers trials. With Him the cross loses its dreadful aspect, and enormous weight: When thou findest it in the high-way of holiness, instead of consulting with flesh and blood, how thou shalt go aside to void it, thou immediately takest it up, and it proves-a comforting staff, a never failing prop. Christ crucified works this miracle of grace, for Him thou receivest with every cross; and the moment thou dost so in the power of his Spirit, God, even thy own God, gives thee his choicest blessing. He crowns thee with loving-kindness and tender mercies; and with the inexpressible complacence of a Father, who receives a lost son: with the triumphant joy of a Saviour, who embraces a raised Lazarus; He says to the

myriads that surround his throne: "One more sinner repenteth unto life! Hallalujah! He hath escaped the avenger of blood....he hath passed the gate of the city of refuge! Hallalujah! Shout ye sons of the morning! My angels, strike your golden harps! Dance every heart for joy, through the realms of heaven! Let bursts of triumphant mirth....let peals of ravishing praise roll along the transporting news....Let all your exulting breasts feverberate, let all your harmonious tongues echo back our glorious joy! For this my son was dead and is alive again! This your brother was lost, and is found again?”

And irradiating thy soul with the light of his reconciled countenance, he says to thee from a throne blazing with grace and glory : "Penitent believer, receive the adoption of a son. Because thou receivest my Son, my only begotten Son, into thy heart, I admit thee into the family of the first born: Be thou blameless and harmless, a Son of God without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom I allow thee to shine, as a burning light in a benighted world. Son, all that I have is thine, be ever with me, and thou shalt inherit all things. Yes, whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas; whether my first apostles, or my choice ministers; or the world, or life or death, or things present, or things to come; all is thine, for thou art Christ's and Christ is mine. As thou hast received him, so abide and walk in him worthy of me unto all pleasing; being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in his knowledge, till thy faith is turned to sight, and I am all in all."

Start not, believing Reader, at these sayings, as if they were too glorious to be credited. They are the true sayings of God. The Lord himself spoke them for thy comfort. They are the precious pearls, which I promised thee out of the unsearchable treasures of Christ: If swine trample them under their feet, wear thou them on thy breast. Instead of being offended at their transcendant excellence, mag

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