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filence, or of too much talkativenefs, of referve or freedom?


Am I courteous, not fevere; fuiting myself to all with fweetnefs: ftriving to give no one pain, but to gain and win all for their good?


Am I vigilant; redeeming time, taking every opportunity of doing good; or do I fpare myself, being careless about the fouls and bodies to which I might do good? Can I do no more than I do? Do I perform the moft fervile offices, fuch as require labour and humiliation, with cheerfulnels? Is my converfation always feafoned with falt, at every time adminiftering fome kind of favour to thofe I am with?


Do I love God with all my heart? Do I conftantly prefent myself, my time, fubftance, talents, and all that I have, a living facrifice? Is every thought brought into fubjection to Chrift? Do I like, or diflike, only fuch things as are pleafing, or difpleafing, to God?


Do I love God with all my ftrength, and are my fpiritual faculties always vigorous? Do I give way to no finful langour? Am I always on my watch? Do not bufinefs, worldly care, and converfation, damp my fervour and zeal for God?


Do I love my neighbour as myself ;-every man for Chrift's fake, and honour all men, as the image of God? Do I think no evil, liften to no groundless furmifes, nor judge from appearances? Can I bridle my tongue, never fpeaking of the fault of another, but

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with a view to do good; and when I am obliged to do it, have I the teftimony, that I fin not? Have I that love, which hopeth, believeth, and endureth all things?


Do I bear the infirmities of age or ficknefs, without seeking to repair the decays of nature by ftrong liquors; or do I make Chrift my fole fupport, cafting the burden of a feeble body into the arms of his mercy?

Many confider that perfect love, which cafteth out fear, as inftantaneous all grace is fo; but what is given in a moment, is enlarged and established by diligence and fidelity. That which is inftantaneous in its defcent, is perfective in its increase.

This is certain-too much grace cannot be defired or looked for; and to believe and obey with all the power we have, is the high way to receive all we have not. There is a day of Pentecoft for believers, a time, when the Holy Ghoft defcends abundantly. Happy they, who receive most of this perfect love, and of that establishing grace, which may preferve them from fuch falls and decays as they were before liable to.

Jefus, Lord of all, grant thy pureft gifts to every waiting difciple. Enlighten us with the knowledge of thy will, and fhew us the mark of the prize of our high calling. Let us die to all thou art not; and feek thee with our whole heart, till we enjoy the fulness of the purchased Poffeffion. Amen!


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