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ing wounds. Rather let me be contemned than flattered.

YONDER comes a moft covetous and unthank: “ ful person.” Covetousness, pride, and envy, alway render men unthankful : whoever sinfully covets more than he hath, contemns what he hath, and forgets to acknowledge it ; pride makes a man fo admire himself, as to value neither God nor his gifts ; envy so draws out his heart against the felicity of his neighbour, that he sees not his own.May unworthy I, in every thing give thanks : when, like the clephant, I have reason to startle at my own likeness, how marvellous, that God should graciously look on me! let me thank him, even for what I dare not pray for.

“ Not this charming, but the thorny, the miry “ path, must be mine.” My near way to glory, is not through charining outward pleasure; but through much tribulation : like Jonathan's way up the rock, Nippery on the one side ; thorny on the other: here I must wear my black garments of mourning, and my red of bloody fuffering ;-hereafter I shall walk with the Lamb in white, for he hath made me worthy: trouble obliges me now to sow in tears, but I thall reap in joy : scarce is it ever well with my soul, but when the rod of God is upon me ; but when no good thing is easily come by, why should I banulk any to win Christ and obtain glory?- If Satan and the world oppose me much, it is a sign that my work is good ; and let opposition render me resolute in it.

– The longer Christ's yoke is borne, it is the easier. --- How many escape trouble, just because the world loves them, and God hates them! how many, the more they strive to get out of affliction, the more they are entangled! and how many get relief, worse

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than their distress! In fits of trouble, and acts of religion, it is an unhappy fign, if I am glad and think all is well, that they are got over.

" What languishing appears in the countenance 6 of youder friend! in his dying condition, let me ak “ of his welfare :-extremity distinguishes friends." Every ailment is a little, a begun death: to die often, to die daily is to die well: better go forth to meet death, than loiter till he come and seize us. In the mount the Lord shall be seen: grief, trouble, and death IN HIM, will be a sweet back-look. Far better lie under God's chastisement, than be without it. There is nothing of hell in it; and yet it is all the hell a true Chriftian can suffer. Chartisement is not so much threatened, as proinised to a child of God. It is a double honour to be a Christian sufferer. By affliction God separates the sin which he hates, from the soul which he loves. And the more we fear fin, the less we will fear trouble. Sin is the poison, affiction is the phyfic. If God humble us, let us humble ourselves. Though his hand be against us, his heart is toward us; his providence crosseth us, but his promise bleileth us. It is good to bear temporal crosses, in order that we may wear an eternal crown.

Let therefore our troubles ftir up our graces, as well as our griefs. And let us alway remember, that our enjoyments are greater than our affiétions, and our amictions much less than our fios deferve. “ What "a pitiful crop this long-run field hath produced!” Alas! many profeflors, the longer they live, they, like the Syrian lioness, are the less fruitful : Lord, is it I?

« Now the sun sets : how quickly hath he finish« ed his race! How quickly is my time spent, and so much of me with it!“ How broadly looks this

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“ setting fun upon our terrestrial abodes !” With what triumphant smile; with what compassion to men, did Jesus die ! - And how agreeable the aspeet of a Christian, couragious in poverty, trouble, and death ! “ How sweetly the adjacent clouds are gild“ed by this setting fun.” How pleasant to see the elouds of guilt dispelled by Jesus' death! to see troubles and sorrows made comely! and even fin made the occasion to illustrate the virtue of his blood, and riches of his grace.? How sweetly doth the cheerful dying faint tindure all around with spiritual care to taste and see that God is good !---Better then is the day of death, than the day of one's birth.

“ The fun being set, our side of the globe is be

nighted :- black and deep the night begins to “ fall; a shade immense: all beauty is void ; diftinc" tion loft: Now ftung with hunger, and egged on us with thirst of blood, the wild beasts creap forth." Where, O carth, shall be thy beauty, thy distincive honours. or enjoyments, when I am laid in the gravelWhen saints die fait, what darkness and confusion doth it presage in the church! Then the fons of violence, impurity, and error, boldly exert themselves. -When Jesus hideth himself from my soul, what darkness, danger, and confusion ensue! no charming beauty appears in word or ordinances; my graces cease from their labour; and wild beasts of lust, and temptation creep abroad.-But I shall fee hin again, and my heart shall rejoice, and my joy fall no man take froun, me : I shall jee him even now; I shall behold him even nigh.

« GRADUALLY the stars twinkle forth one after “ another, till countless numbers pour their glory "' from the sky.” So gradually Heaven's inspired

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luminaries poured their glory on my heart: first, that evening star, that noted promise, which I hope is engraven on me as with a pen of iron, and point of a diamond :" gradually have I since defcribed new promises, new words, new worlds of grace to me.--How much more pleasant their light, and sweeter their influence, than those of Pleiades, Arcturus, and Mazzaroth! And what annumbered new discoveries of God shall I for ever obtain.

“ Now I have a distant, but dim profpect of my - friend's house, where I intend to lodge : but there " is a deep, a dangerous valley, between me and it.” O for clear views of the heavenly mansions, to encourage, and support my heart ! and may Jesus' rod: and staff be with me, in the valley of the thadow of death. “ I am bewildered in this hallow- ground. " - I have lost sight of my friend's dwelling :I " know not whither I go.” If doubts compass me in the valley of the shadow of death, while I walk in darkness, let me trust in the name of the Lord, whoonce said to me,

“ Fear not, for I am with thee : be not dismayed, for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee ; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness ;'' Hereon I repofe all my present, all my future con

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« Now I have got to my lodging.'

» What a mere cy is it, that I and this family are alive ;-are well! but how much greater, that I hope to meet with Jesus, and his faints, where there is neither fin for forrow nor curse, nor crying, nor pain. “Here " the house-wife is busy in leavening her bread." Lord, let no souring leaven of hypocrisy or malice, but thy grace infect, and leaven my heart: let no

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The evening-facrifice of family-worship hath been " offered up; but most of the reapers slumbered and

slept.” Better to perform it before supper; for wearied bodies, and crammed ftomachs, dispose to drowsiness.-Alas! do we tire ourselves with the fervice, and cram our heart and belly with the enjoyments of an empty world, till we have neither fpirit, strength, nor room for God !--.O to meet with my friends, where neither drowsy head, nor flecpy heart, shall ever' mar our songs of praise ! " Prayer and thanksgiving, not games at cards, pre“pare for bed here.” How surprising, that any here, men should please that pitiful recreation! how odd, to have rational fouls chiefly filled with pictures of finall square pieces of painted paper! how mad to neglect business, disordered minds, and families for their fake! how wicked to appeal to Cod in the fhuffing thereof! how vile hereby to learn heathenish languge of luck, chance, and the like! have heathenith affections, and practise dependance on these imaginary deities.

6 Now I go up to my bed-chamber.” But thrice fwecier to go up to Jesus' bed of love ; to afcend from a death-bed to his throne ; to mount up from a grave to meet the Lord in the air.

" The fervant “who lighted me up, hath left the candle with me, w and returned in darkness.” How often are mini. fiers, and private perons, after affisting and lifting un the fainis to their heavenly mansions, thruft down into utter darkness ; where there is weeping, wail. ing, and gnasning of teeth! “ How the tallow of the 6. candle boils, burns, and wastes !" Awful thought ! fo shall wicked men decay, as fat of lamts: fo, for evir unwafting, shell they be tormented in hell. “ Here the foolish fly plays with the flame till she

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