the throne? I think, the first hour a Christian shall see Christ, (if there were hours in eternity) in a manner, he would wink, when he shall look him in the face, and shall see his face, his transforming face! where will we turn our eyes? A sight of Christ will make us eternally wonder. Are ye groaning for a sight of Christ? There are some that would never de ire another sight than they see. O think ye not fifty years a long time to be out of the precious presence of Christ? Are ye not longing, old men, think ye not long to die, and be dissolved? The third question that we may be put to propose to Christ, is this, shall ever these ears, which have hearkened to so much cursing of God, and have taken such delight to hear vanity, ever hear those songs above? There is one of two things we must hear: First, We shall either bear the eternal shriekings of the souls in prison, every one crying out, alas! for evermore; never a word heard, almost, but, alas! O there is strong yelling there! O what a dreadful thing were it, to hear them one half hour crying! Or, Secondly, ye shall hear that excellent music, and that excellent concord that is amongst all the higher harpers! O how sweetly do they sing! Now comfort yourselves with this. The day is coming, when ye shall hang your harps no more on willow trees, because ye are in a strange land, but shall eternally cry out, praise to him that sits upon the throne!

There is that fourth question ye may be put to ask, shall ever these feet of ours, that have walked so much after vanity, and pursued folly-shall ever these feet follow the Lamb wherever he goeth? I think, it will be a wonder, if ever the sound of many of our feet be heard in heaven! O what a pleasant thing is it to walk through the valley of delights! If so we may speak, Christ leads the ring in heaven, he goeth foremost, and all the children of the house go at his back. Think ye eternity will be a long time? Alas! I think it shall be short: they shall not count a thousand years in God's sight one day.

The fifth question that we may be put to ask, is, shall ever these hearts of ours, which have been a cage of all unclean birds, and a house to idols, shall they be made an habitation, and a dwellingplace for the Holy Ghost?

The sixth and last question that we may be put to ask, is, think ye that these hands, that have been the instruments of so much mischief, and committed so much iniquity, shall ever infold that matchless Object who sits upon the throne? O! what will you do, when you get Christ first in your arms? I confess, I know not well, if the first day of your being in heaven, sirs, be the pleasantest day; I think not—even though you never saw your husband before, the longer ye be there, ye will love him the better. What shall I say there is in heaven? There is no outcast in heaven, between Christ and the saints; there is no desertion, no unbelief, no misconstruction of Christ, no debating of his wisdom; in a manner, when we go through the gates of the New Jerusalem, there is the grave of desertion, and the grave of jealousy, and the grave of our misbelief, and the grave of all our idols, and we shall never follow them any more. Ŏ! (may ye say) will not faith leave me, and

hope leave me, when I come to the gates of heaven? Yes, faith and hope will leave thee there. But what a pleasant day will it be, when faith shall yield itself to love and sight! Faith and hope are the attendants of the Christian here; but love and sight shall be his eternal attendants above. As it were, faith and hope fight the battle, and love and sight sit at home, and divide the spoil. Faith and hope embrace Christ through the veil; but love and sight embrace Christ with the eyes. We must leave our faith and hope, but we shall never weep for the leaving of such a companion. We may say that word, Heb. xi. 32, And what shall I say more, time would fail me. What shall I say more to the commendation of heaven? Time would fail me. Yea, what shall I say more of eternity? Time would fail me. There is this I would say more, though I must end my discourse with this, What shall I are six complaints amongst Christians here.

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First, There are some that are weeping in secret under their ignorance and presumption, saying, I am more brutish than any man, I have not the understanding of the holy: I never saw such a blind ignorant as I am: but comfort yourselves in this, when first ye shall enter the gates of that blessed city, all your clouds shall shed, there shall not be a wrong thought or conception of God throughout all eternity: and ye shall begin to say to yourselves, is this ignorant I, and brutish I?

The second complaint among Christians here, is, I am under much desertion; I never go to pray, but I meet with an absent God, a veiled Christ, an angry Christ, and then I cannot speak to him: but comfort yourselves in this, there is no desertion in heaven; there is no such complaint in all the higher house as this, How long, Lord, wilt thou hide thy face from me? Though, I confess, it is no wonder to go to heaven with a veiled Christ, because when he is sent to us we know not how to entertain him. I know not what your faith is, but it is a mystery to some folk; faith that they shall never weary of the service of heaven, is a mystery; or will it not be a mystery, and a great wonder, if we, who cannot pray one half hour to an end, but we will be toiled, as if we had done some marvellous work, shall never weary of that service? comfort yourselves with this, ye shall, through all the ages of eternity, praise him, and never weary! O blessed are they that are above. There is no wearying in heaven; but alas! few of us shall go there.

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The third complaint amongst Christians here, is, alas! I know not whether I shall go to heaven or not; I am little taken up in disputing my interest, or questioning the reality of my faith. I would say this, I would fain it were come the length of a dispute. I know, there is much disputing; but alas! we dispute more with our light, than with our conscience. There is much exercise amongst us; but I fear, it be more the exercise of the light of our judgment, than of our conscience. The most part of our Christianity is in our light. Be not mistaken, for I wonder, if our exercise were in our conscience, whether we could dispute our interest one day, and not be in hazard to be distracted. There is no doubt in heaven, when

ye go through the threshhold of that divine entry, ye may say, farewell disputing and debating.

The fourth complaint that some are troubled with here, is, alas! I have no love to Christ. And I think it is true, in relation to many of us: O! whether is love gone? I suppose, that if angels would come and speak to some of our hearts, I warrant, that there are some, if this were their last confession, might say, love is gone! but comfort yourselves in this, love will be much of your exercise in heaven! Sometimes we are put to dispute, whether or no the saints exercise love to any beside Christ? Do not mistake it, one saint shall not hate another saint: but, I may say, one saint shall not love another saint. My ground is this, I know not if they will have any love to spare to any thing beside Christ; neither do I think they have any thought on any other but on Christ. O to be near him!

The fifth complaint that many will say here, is, alas! I will never, never prevail over my idols, and get them forced out of my heart. There are some of us that will go down to the grave with our idols in our hearts: but, O! what think ye of heaven? All your idols shall be mortified ere ye go there. It is a mystery to some, if that these idols they were wrestling with all their days leave them! I think, there are some would wish mortification were not lawful. I think, there was never such a generation as most of us are, when we come to the church and sit down, and when we rise up, we may cry out, we want mortification; O we want it! I dare to say, there are some who have the profession of religion, and are drawing Jesus at their heels, and embracing idols in their hearts. I say, your religion is not much worth, if ye want mortification. O believe it, it is the ruin of many that are talking and speaking of Christ, and will not for their pleasure mortify their predominant lusts. O that cursed tongue, that has spoken much of Christ; perhaps with it you may curse him eternally. Know, it is not much to be a tongue Christian. I know what makes our religion false, we take it up before it takes us up. Many of us take it by guess. I desire not to prophesy sad things; but, believe it, if religion were more out of fashion, Christ would have fewer followers; it is much to love a persecuted Christ. It is much to love Christ, when ye must lay down all that ever ye have, or else he will not own you. We follow Christ because of the loaves, and not because of the virtue of him. Alas! there are some that are knit to Christ with a very small thread; however, your idols will forsake you, when ye are gone to heaven.

The sixth and last complaint that troubles some here, is, alas! I never prayed with delight. It is true, there are many that go about duty; and I will tell you the end of it-it is to satisfy a natural conscience; will ye search it, and ye will find it to be a truth. There are ten for one, that would rather be at peace with their consciences, than be at peace with God. It is your great design to go about duties, to silence your conscience. You would pray less, come to the church less, and read the scripture less, were it not for your conscience. O there are some would fain be quit of their conscience.

I shall not stand to speak any longer of the joys of heaven: I shall say this, the Father, the first Person of the blessed Trinity, cries out, come up to us who are here! Christ, the second Person of the blessed Trinity, cries, come up hither to us who are here! and the Holy Ghost, the third Person of the blessed Trinity, cries out, come up hither to us who are here! And the joys of heaven, if they had a tongue, would cry out, O come up hither! Doth not that sweet and blessed transcendency in the face of Christ, cry out, come up hither to us? Doth not our necessity cry out, go up hither? There are some that think to speel up to heaven by the short ladder of presumption. O think ye ever to go to heaven, shall we be all there, where we shall fight no more? Think ye, our lodging will be taken up in one place at night? I dare not say, but there will be strange divisions amongst us, and we know not if we shall meet again. There may be some of us in eternity ere it be long; and it is not much matter, for eternity is sweet to go to heaven. I remember a word in Job ix. 25, Now my days are swifter than a post; they flee away as the ships; or as the word is, They pass away as the ships of desires. To Christians, death clips the thread of their life, but it makes up the everlasting knot betwixt Christ and them: death is your friend, ay, death is the coronation day of the Christian! death is Christ's messenger to bring home the Christian. Ye know, great princes and kings, when they are crowned, when they send for their bride, send a great convoy to her. But this is Christ's messenger to his bride, even death. Sometimes Christ will send death with a letter of commendations, and that is to speed her and sometimes Christ will send death with a love-letter in his hand, and that makes her shout for joy. O let us love him, therefore, and long to be with him for evermore. Amen.

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A WORD OF

EXHORTATION,

BY

MR. ANDREW GRAY,

AT KIRKLISTOUN,

Upon the 12th of June, 1653.

FIRST TABLE.

I SUPPOSE, there are some of us here this day, that it had been better for us we had been at a mountain side. I suppose there are some of us here this day, that would have given their consent to the murdering of Christ Jesus. I think faith is away, and God away too and would ye know the reason of it? It is, we feed and feast without Christ. I do not desire to enter upon a description of Christ, neither do I desire to conceal his comely beauty. But, O believers, and expectants of heaven! there are five parts of Christ's blessed body that might overcome you, and constrain you to cry out, that ye are content to take him.

First, Does not the face of Christ overcome you? And is not that a pleasant part of him, is there not much beauty there? Yea, as much beauty as might overcome these cursed hearts of ours. And we may say this of him, there was never one person saw him, that turned to be his enemy.

The second part of Christ's body that may overcome you, and constrain you into subjection to him, is, his blessed speech: heard ye never him, that spake as never man spake ?

The third part of Christ's body that sometimes overcomes his own, and makes them yield to him, is, his blessed feet. When they behold his dispensations, they are constrained to cry out, How beautiful is he, whose legs are as pillars of gold, set upon sockets of silver ! Ŏ to see the stately goings of this Prince in the sanctuary.

The fourth part of Christ's body that useth to overcome his own, is, his blessed eyes. It was but one look of him that made Peter go out and weep bitterly. And let me say this by the way, I think this communion had been the better, if some of us had not been here; and it is an evidence that there are but few sights of Christ among us.

The fifth part of Christ's blessed body that useth to overcome his own, is, his blessed hands. O what a life, think ye, is it to lie betwixt the breasts and arms of him? This is a feast above the feast of Ahasuerus, that lasted for a hundred and fourscore days. But there is a feast above that, that will not have an end. would ask you this question, will ye go there, think ye?

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