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it. Whenever we are beaten, or in danger, we should flee to Chrilt our tower. Nor ought we ever to complain of our restraint, as long as our heart can go out toward God and his ways. Nor fhould we ever wish to be out of this evil world, till God hath no service for us in it. Changes of lot, by marriage, advancement, & c. much try the reali. ty of our grace. One sin should cause more grief to us than all our sufferings. Sins die and fall off true Christians, as leaves fall off trees in harvest. Chritt's sufferings best represent the real weight, and dreadful nature of sin. All our good works should be improven to strengthen our faith; and all our
to promote our repentance. God's promiffes are our prospectives ; and faith is the only eye that can look through them. It is as absurd to wilh deliverances before God's time, as for women to wish untimely births. --Saints fins are like weeds heaped up, in order to rot. True Christians are like flint stones, which keep their fire under water itself. Our graces ought to be exercised, chiefly in opposition to our leading corruptions. It is very hard to act faith, when there is no outward encouragements ; and as hard to do it when our eyes are filled with them. The more we believe of what Christ says, or suffer for his fake, the more we may ex • pect of his Spirit. All exercise of grace strengthens itself, and destroys sin. We ought first to put forth faith in our prayers, and then follow them with faith. We ought to rejoice in what Christ is, and doth for us, rather than in what we are, and do for him. We should mightily oppose fin, when we feel it strong, and eagerly mortify it, when it seems to
We never reprove aright, unless we hate the sin, and pity the sinner. And, unlels we re. lish Christian reproof, we love our fin more than our soul. It is dreadful, to be ncither careful to do Q2
well, nor penitent when we do ill. True Christians are often killed, but never hurt. . Christ gives more sweets than balance all his bitters. We are feldom willing to leave the world, till God make it too hot
Nor do we ever know the weakness of our: grace, till God's spirit withdraw from us, and fin and Satan violently assault us. We are apt to be sooneft weary of self-examination, meditation, and other best exercises. Careless hearing or reading makes careless hearts, end careless hearts make cursed lives. We should labour to know God, and ourselves in Christ, and Christ in our elves ; and to learn to live in the Lord, on the Lord, and by, and, from, and to the Lord; that we may live for ever: with him. Our care ought to be, to wait on God, . to walk with God, work all our works in and for God; and to bring our will in every thing to the: will of God: and, the worse we fee others, to be the better ourselves. Lord, write these proverbs in my heart, and copy them ous in my life.
« YONDER friend scatters a lapsul of apples, 2. mong his reapers : what running : what friving
among them for a share!" O Tree of life, when thou shakest thy fruit, when thou calteft abroad the apples of thy everlasting blessings amongst us, how flould we run and strive to get large shares there. of! Shall we strive for earthly vanities, and not fur. the fruit that is better than gold? Thrice happy, when the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force, and every man presseth into it ? :
“ Here the corn is fo thin and short; or so bro• ken down by the beasts, and by the wind or rain, " that it can hardly be reaped.” But, you judg. ments of God, you king of terrors, find no difficulty to
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thrust in your sharp fickle, and mow down the na-
“Yonder runs a mad dog, with purfuers at his “ heels : poor animal, he hath eaten too much car: “ rion; hath over-reached his strength ; or been “ bitten by his mad fellow.” How is my soul made dened by the bite of the enraged old ferpent ! by feeding on carthly enjoyments ! and by hard labour for very vanity! how often hath my tongue lolled! out idle and evil language! how often have I foam. ed out my own rage and same ! how often do I runt to and fro in doing mischief! how I have been ter. rified at, and shunned drinking of, or bathing in the water of life! But how ftupendous, have the mercy and patience of God to me been! how stupendous, that, to-day, neither God nor man pursue me to my 23
ruin ! that my madness is not punished with the enraging bite of this mad beast!“ Were this animal
spared, what mischief might he quickly do!” One finner destroyeth much good, like one infected with the plague, he with pleasure spreads the infection unto all around: one generation, from age to age, infects another. Ah! Lord, how many have my sinful advice and example already corrupted! 0 quickly cure me, of my madness, that I may infect.
“ HERE the herds and flocks are exposed to • public auction. How many such animals were . yearly llain to remove the Hebrews guilt! but not. thefe, but Jesus, by one offering of himself, finished transgression and made an end of sin; for euer per feci.. ing them that are fanctified. May his atonement be the endless righteousness, peace, comfort, and feast of my soul!, “Here every thing is sold to the high“ eft bidder.” But, in Chrift's market, every thing is given to the lowest bidder ; to him that worketh not, but believeth on him that justifieth the ungodly. O fit! O happy! thrice happy sale for me, who have nothing of my own but my fin! When I retire into myself, I see nothing in the universe more vile, more: miferable.-But thrice bleffed maxim of Heaven, that it is more blessed to give than to receive! However, let me give myself to the highest bidder :-- By his power Jesus made me : by his blood he redecmed me : by his bounty he preferves and provides for me ; by his grace he bequeathes to me the everlafting fulness of God.- Till Satan and the world can do more for me, let Christ alone poffefs my heart, -0 his infinite loveliness and love! He became like us, that he might make us like himself. By his death fin was expiated, the law satisfied, the devil conquered, and men are saved. If therefore I would
bě a Christian, his blood must be my ransom, his Spirit my instructor and comforter, his word my rule, and my food, his fupper my feast, and his fabbath my fair. If. I would walk. or work, he must be my Atrength : If I would stand, he must be my foundation: If I would be saved, he must be my fan&tuary : if I would live, he must live in me : If I would have Christ All to me, I muft neither abuse him by selfconceited presumption, nor refufe him by self-destroying despair! and the more my own sinfulness is known and felt, the more will he be prized : if it be bitter, he will be sweet ; if it be hell, he will be heaven. There is no fafety, but in his arms, bosom, and heart ;-no comfort but in his living in us on earth, and in our going to him at death : there is no honour like relation to him, no riches like his graces; -no learning like the knowledge of him,-no perfons like his friends and servants :. Let me alway behold and admire his personas lovely, love his name as sweet; embrace his doctrines as comfortable, obey his commands as reasonable, and submit to his cross as honourable. Let me with wonder behold, believe, pry into, and survey his love in its topless height, bottomless depth, endless length, and unbounded breadth !--Oh! if I but knew myself and my Saviour! I am poor, but he is rich : I'am dead, but he is life: I am sin, but he is righteousness : I am guiltiness, but he is grace: I am misery, but he is mercy: I am luft, but he is falvation. He ever lives,-lever loves, ever pities, ever pleads, and ever faves to the uttermoft:
“ Here two neighbours have exchanged their “ horse: methinks the one hath got a considerable " advantage.” Lord, how often hath my wicked heart attempted to exchange thee, and my immortal fuul, for that which is but vanity of vanities! How