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is, that we might be completely faved by Him.” This is the ground of his rejoicing, that Jefus hath made "a full, perfect, and fufficient facrifice, oblation, and satisfaction for the fins of the whole world," fince "he by the grace of God tafted death for every man." He regards his fins as being of fuch a nature that nothing but the "precious blood of Chrift" could avail to purge them away. Thus the man of God confiders Jefus. He goes from strength to strength, making mention of His righteousness, who died for his fins, and rose again for his juftification.


Such, however, is man's nature, fuch are his wants, trials, and deftiny, that the Lord Jefus Chrift has for his fake affumed various offices and titles. Does man feel his helpleffness, that he cannot of himself do anything that is good?—he is invited to look from self to Jesus as the " Mighty God." "Look unto me, and be ye saved, all ends of the earth, for beside me there is no God.” While others look at their own weakness, at the difficulties of the way, at the strength and number of their foes, the man of faith looks from these to Jefus. Is he tempted to think that after all he fhall never fee the King in his beauty? He may look to Jefus as his "Advocate with the Father, who takes care of his intereft in the court of heaven, and who is no less watchful over his affairs below. Does he need a fubject calculated to fill his mind with mean ideas of self? he looks to Jefus as "the wonderful," wonderful indeed, God made man for man to die. In his birth, in

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his life, in his death, in his refurrection, and afcenfion, He is wonderful. In his character, in his operations, both of nature and of grace, in drawing, foftening, fanctifying, and glorifying the believer, He is wonderful! O the depth both of the wisdom and the goodness of God!

Does he find the affairs of earth too intricate for him, and that the children of this world are wifer in their generation than the children of light? He looks to Jefus as "the Counsellor " who is able to guide the feet of his faints.

In the time of trouble the Christian looks to his counsellor, and finds him a "very prefent help," and no expenfive charges, or ruinous iffues follow. He looks to Jefus as the Author or Beginner of Faith, who has called him to be a Christian, who has pointed out to him the proper path of duty, and who will at last award to him a crown of righteousness.

Painters, fculptors, and others have, in order to be perfect in their art, ftudied models of excellence. The Chriftian ftudies Jefus; he is his "model" or "example." "example." Are his trials many ? is his cross heavy? He confiders Jefus who "endured the cross and despised the shame." Is he poor? "The Son of man had no where to lay his head." Is he rich? for the rich are also called; he confiders Him "who was rich, and for our fakes became poor." Is he tempted with the glories of the prefent world? To the Saviour "all the kingdoms of this world and the glory of them" were offered. Is he perfecuted? He

looks to Jefus on the crofs and prays, "Father, forgive them." Thus he looks from earthly glory to that far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; from earthly poffeffions to that "inheritance that fadeth not away," and from earthly pleasures to thofe that are fpiritual and eternal. Adopting the language of the poet, he looks unto Jefus as

"His all!

His theme, his inspiration, and his crown;
His ftrength in age, his rife in low eftate,
His foul's ambition, pleafure, wealth, his world,
His light in darkness, and his life in death,
His boaft through time, blifs through eternity,
Eternity too short to sing his praise.

I send the joys of earth away;
Away ye tempters of the mind,
Falfe as the fmooth, deceitful fea,
And empty as the whiftling wind.

Now to the fhining realms above,

I ftretch my hands and glance mine eyes;
Oh for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

In vain the world accofts my ear,
And tempts my heart anew;
I cannot buy your blifs fo dear,
Nor part with heaven for you."




The convert here turns on the world his back,
And walks by faith along the narrow track;
Before him mifts arife, and o'er his head

Thick clouds of darknefs roll, and round him fpread,

A bottomlefs abyfs beneath extends,
And still new danger to his pathway lends,
While ever and anon a lurid wreath

Comes rifing upward from the pit of death.

Though all around him fpreads the gloom of night,
His footsteps sparkle with a brilliant light;
His Lamp-the Book of God-doth brightly shine,
And pours upon his path a light divine.
Between the murky columns as they rife,
Sometimes he fees a palace in the skies :
His heart is cheered, nor death nor danger dreads,
While circumfpectly on his way he treads.
Thus ftep by step, he walks the narrow road,
Till at the end he finds himself with God.

HERE is depicted a man just starting from what appears to be folid ground, to walk upon a narrow plank, ftretched across a deep gulf, and which ends nobody knows whither. Before him thick clouds of misft and vapour flowly but continually afcend; from the gulf or pit, rolling clouds of pitchy blacknefs also afcend. They spread themselves around him; in wreathy columns they ftand before, and hide the future from his vifion. Still he proceeds; he is a wonder to many, who cannot tell what to make of it. The man himself, however, appears to know very well what he is doing. He holds in his hand a book which he reads as he goes along; though it may seem to fome unfafe, yet he finds it advantageous, rather than otherwise. The book, he thinks, throws light upon his path; now and then the wind blows the clouds of smoke a little on one fide, and he beholds, apparently far off in the diftance, a fplendid


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