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the bread of idleness. His labour fills his hands. Every season has demands upon him: and the end of one work is the beginning of another. Indeed, nothing valuable is to be obtained without diligence and difficulty: yea, it would not be valuable, or prized, if it were acquired priceless and painless. And are not we to exercise ourselves unto godliness? And is it nothing to worship God in Spirit and in truth? And to watch in all things? to pray without ceasing? And to keep the heart with all diligence? "But the grace of God does all this for us." It does. But it is equally true, that it does all this by us, too. God does not believe and repent; but enables us to believe and repent. We run the race that is set before us, and fight the good fight of faith-though in Him is all our help found.

This joy requires patience. The husbandman soweth in hope; but the accomplishment is future. Weeks and months, and many dreary weeks and months, intervene, before his wishes can be fulfilled. Yet he is not foolish enough to suppose, that he has laboured in vain, because he cannot reap as soon as he has sown; or childishly eager enough to cut down the grain green, to hasten the harvest. But what does he? "The husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain." And so Abraham, after he had patiently endured, received the promise. Christians, also, are required to wait. And let them remember, that in due time they shall reap, if they faint not. And they have not long to wait. Their salvation is nearer than when they believed. Yet a few more rising and descending suns; and it shall be said, "Put ye in the sickle; for the harvest is ripe." In the mean time the process is hourly advancing to maturity; and the end shall prove, that every thing is most beautiful and most profitable in its season. "It is

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good for a man both to hope, and quietly wait, for the salvation of the Lord."

This joy is not free from anxieties. When the seed is first thrown into the ground, it seems lost; and when it revives from a kind of death, and springs up, it has to encounter the frosts of winter, the changings and blights of spring, the lengthened dryness or wetness of summer. And when the period is arrived for securing the precious treasure, solicitude is more alive and alert. The husbandman often rises, and looks at the sky. Ten times in the day he examines the glass. He goes about with a heavy heart, and a depressed countenance; and often forebodes the worst: and it is not till he has safely housed the whole, that he can give up himself to satisfaction and delight. But how will this apply to Christians? Is there any thing precarious in the purpose and promise of God? No. But it is otherwise with their apprehensions. Their eternal prospects awaken all their concern; and they have a thousand doubts and fears concerning their safety and success. Am I an heir? Is this repentance towards God, and faith towards our Lord Jesus Christ? Can these wandering thoughts and imperfect desires be prayer? What if, after all, I should fail of the grace of God, and come short of the glory to be revealed!.

But this joy is great. When the harvest is come, every face betrays pleasure. The very toil seems delight. They that pass by say, "We bless you in the Name of the Lord." "He that soweth, and he that reapeth, now rejoice together." Pennant tells us, in his Travels, that in parts of Scotland he sometimes saw large numbers reaping, to the sound of a musician behind them, playing on the bagpipe; and thus enlivening the scene, and softening the work. And David says, "They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy"—or, as it is in the margin, reap singing. And he adds, "He that goeth forth, weeping, bearing

precious seed, shall, doubtless, return again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him." And who has not heard the shoutings of the rustics, as the last loaded wain returned from the field, covered with green boughs? And who has not witnessed the rude mirth of harvest-home? But if "the poor labourers sing;" think of the owner! Now his anxieties are dispelled! now his patience is rewarded! now his exertion and expense are abundantly repaid-his garner is full, affording all manner of store; and he hails, in his possession, the means of indulgence, improvement, and wealth! Yet, what is this joy, compared with the Christian's! The one is for the body; the other, for the soul. One is for time; the other is for eternity. One is common to the wicked and the righteous; the other is peculiar to the subjects of Divine grace. The one may gender intemperance, and sin; the other sanctifies, while it contents.

Let me learn, then, to improve the works of creation to pious purposes; and make nature a handmaid to grace.

And let me be thankful for the harvest with which we have so recently been favoured. He has again "prepared of his goodness for the poor." All, indeed, are concerned-"The king is served by the labour of the field:" but kings have many ways of living, that poor people have not-We do not think of palaces or mansions, so much as of the dwellings of the poor, when we view the waving fields. He has not only given us plenty, but afforded us the appointed weeks of harvest. "O that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.'

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Yet man liveth not by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. Let me therefore labour, not for the meat that perisheth, but for that meat which endureth unto everlasting

life. All spiritual blessings, in heavenly places, are provided and presented. But the season for securing them is limited, short, and uncertain. Now is the accepted time; now is the day of salvation. And how many, in consequence of neglect, have exclaimed, at a dying hour-THE HARVEST IS PAST; THE

SUMMER IS ENDED AND WE ARE NOT SAVED!

SEPT. 12.-"Yea, He loved the people."

Deut. xxxiii. 3.

THERE can be no doubt of this, with regard to Israel. They were often reminded of it, and as often told why he set his love upon them-The reason was not their greatness; for they were the fewest of all people. Not their goodness; for they were a stiffnecked people: but because the Lord had a favour towards them. Hence, he chose them, and redeemed them, and provided for them, and distinguished them, by miracles and privileges-" To them pertained the adoption, and the glory, and the covenants, and the giving of the law, and the service of God, and the promises." "He dealt not so with any nation."

But has he less appeared to thee, O Christian! saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love, and with lovingkindness have I drawn thee? Here is the source of your salvation. However wide, and however far it flows, here the river rises; and take what stream of it you please, it will lead you up to this spring-head, the free and undeserved favour of God-" Yea, He loved the people."

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But his love to his people, so to speak, is of three kinds.

-A love of benevolence-which consists in wishing and designing them good.

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good. This appears in a thousand instances. But the principal one of all is, his remembering them in their low estate, and sending his only begotten Son into the world, that they might live through him. Herein, therefore, says the apostle John, is love; not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. was necessary to find a way in which his goodness could reach us, consistently with his nature as a holy being, his claims as a lawgiver, and his honour as a governor. And this medium of our salvation does not, therefore, detract from the original of it: for if he required a sacrifice, he furnished one, and it was the Lamb of God. And therefore, the Apostle says, being justified freely by his grace, through the redemption which is in Christ Jesus.

-A love of complacency. The love of benevolence, and the love of beneficence, regarded them as unworthy and as miserable: but the love of complacency regards them as new creatures. He cannot take pleasure in them while they are destitute of his image, and enemies to him by wicked works. What fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? But he prepares them for his delighting in them, and holding intercourse with them. He saves them by the washing of regeneration, and the renewing of the Holy Ghost. Then he takes pleasure in them that fear him, in them that hope in his mercy. Does a man take pleasure in his inheritance? In the wife of his bosom? In the children of his affection? In the work of his hands? They are all this, and more than all, to the God of all grace. He puts their tears into his bottle--Are they not in his book? Their prayer is his delight. Their alms are the odour of a sweet smell. He corresponds with them. Visits them. Takes up his abode with them. He rejoices over them with joy. He rests in his love. He joys over them with singing.