tears. Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief. Here, christians, here is the price of our redemption. It is to this we owe it, that we are saved from perishing. Hereby justice is satisfied, and we are redeemed. The fire of Divine wrath is quenched, the old serpent bruised, the law disarmed of its thunders and curses, our debts are paid, an offended God becomes, upon the sight of this, a reconciled Father. It is to this we owe the kingdom we have already received, and that we yet hope for; for it is this that purchased both grace and glory. It was not for nought that our Redeemer groaned, and wept, and sweat, and bled; and in such agonies gave up the ghost. O, never give Christ cause to complain of you as Paul did of the Corinthians, "The more abundantly I love you, the less I am loved."

Christians, I presume you all think it good to be here, and are for building tabernacles; and, if God saw fit, would be glad, with such service, such entertainments, and such company, to dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. But it must not be. This feast, though it be satisfying, is not lasting. Though the meal be sweet, it is short. All things here below are transitory; and we are receiving hourly proofs that we are not yet come to our rest, and to that inheritance which the Lord our God

will give us. However, let us remember that we are coming; let us never forget that we are heirs,

nor forfeit our title. Let us never behave unsuitably to our character and dignity. Let us live, as having the faith and hope of a still more glorious kingdom, than even that which we have now been surveying. For the end cometh, when he shall deliver up this kingdom to God, even the Father, that God may be all in all.

O, christians, what a state will that be, where we shall be all kings and priests unto God; where we shall all be clothed in white raiment, and have crowns of gold upon our heads. We shall even there think it an honour to be employed by the King of kings. We shall there serve him acceptably; yea, we shall serve him with reverence and godly fear. For with infinite readiness and delight we shall fall down before Him that sitteth upon the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever. We shall not rest day nor night, saying, "Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty, who wast, and art, and art to come. Nor shall we want or wish to rest, while God is the strength of our heart, and our portion for ever. Let this glorious kingdom be ever in your eye. Let your conversation be in heaven; and in your manner of life look like the country to which you are going; that it may be said of you as it was of Gideon's brethren, each one resembled the children of a king. Maintain a holy contempt of the world, and of the things of the world. The prize set before you challenges

your utmost zeal, activity, and diligence. Remember, that the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence. Wherefore gird up the loins of your minds; trample upon every thing that lies in your way. Account no duty too hard, no cross too heavy, nor any pains too great; and take this for your consolation, that he that overcometh shall inherit all things.

It is but a little while, before this world and all things that are therein, shall be burnt up.

What a pleasure will it be, when you see the kingdoms of this world, and the glory of them, vanish into smoke, to hear your Friend and Saviour call you up from among the ruins of this perishing state, saying, "Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world." And at the same time, what inexpressible terror and anguish must it strike into the hearts of those refusers of gospel grace, when he shall turn and say, "As for those, mine enemies, that would not that I should reign over them, bring them hither, and slay them before me."

THE CHRISTIAN'S WANTS.

AN EXTRACT FROM A MEDITATION ON LUKE XIV. 21.

BLESSED Jesus, I will endeavour to recollect my wants, and lay them before thee; and humbly hope, that out of that fulness which is laid up in thee, I shall receive even grace for grace.

What I most of all want, and what I can never be easy till I obtain, is the full pardon of all my sins. I blush, and am ashamed to lift up my face to thee, O God. Against thee, thee only have I sinned, and done much evil in thy sight. My trespasses have been more than the hairs of my head, and cannot be reckoned up in order before thee. What commandment have I not broken? In what instance have I not offended? As to my sins of ignorance and common frailties, I must only sigh, and say, "Who can understand his errors?" For to remember and lament my grosser follies, will be a long and sorrowful employment. I am ashamed and confounded at my former madness. I have nothing to plead for myself. I could have no peace, no patience, no hope, were it not

that the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin. All my dependence is on thy free grace and mercy, through a Redeemer. But, alas! I am ashamed to speak of mercy and grace, who have already abused so much; and blush to apply for that blood which I have treated with so much contempt, and trampled under my feet. And yet what else can I do, whither else can I go ? I have heard of the efficacy of the blood of Jesus to wash away stains of the deepest die. O let the blessed experiment be tried upon me, as it has been with success on thousands before me. I have been told thou hast been found of them that sought thee not, and hast followed many sinners that were running from thee, with a pardon in thy hand; and wilt thou now refuse me who am seeking after thee? Hast thou not said, "He that confesseth and forsaketh his sin shall find mercy?" Lord, be it to me according to thy word. Let me not be the first instance in which thy faithfulness has failed. I plead the mercifulness of thy nature, thy tender compassion, and thy ancient declaration-that thou hast no pleasure in the death of him that dieth, but hadst rather that he would turn unto thee and live. I plead my own wretchedness and misery, which has been a prevailing argument before now with the Father of mercy. But, blessed God, I have a better plea still to make; I plead the merits of thy Son. I have indeed broken all thy command