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breadth and length, the depth and height of that love of Christ which passeth knowledge; being filled with all the fulness of God; for I am love, my nature and my name is love....”

"Thou that dwellest in thy gardens, thy companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it," thou king of saints, and Lord of life and glory; thou good shepherd of Israel, the keeper thereof, who never slumbers, never sleeps; whose watchful eyes are continually upon me for good....Thou that dwellest in the gardens, those blissful seats of everlasting peace, where spotless purity and perfect love for ever reign : those upper chambers, those heavenly mansions, where the cherubic legions bow before thee, and all the dazzling choirs of seraphim unite to chaunt thine everlasting praise....where all the white robed saints, my elder brethren, receive that crown, that palm of victory which thou hast purchased, which thou hast promised, in that copy of the heavenly records, which thou hast handed down to earth: they listen to thy voice with delight; it fills their souls with extatic transport, for the heaven of heavens is in communion with thee; thou dwellest also in thy garden below, even in the hearts of thy ransomed ones: there thou walkest, there thou takest up thine abode. O cause me to hear thy voice, unstop my deaf ears, that I may hear the voice of Jesus, my beloved, speaking in his word, speaking to my soul by the secret influence of his eternal Spirit, saying, "I have loved thee, I have laid down my life for thee: I am given for the covenant of the people: this is the way, walk ye in it.”

Incline my ears, incline my heart, O thou God of grace, to listen with the most divine attention, to the soft, gentle whisper of my Saviour's voice, that I may fall at thy feet in the obedience of faith, filled with wonder, love and praise, till time shall be exchanged for eternity, earth for heaven, and all the anxieties of this valley of tears, for the full fruition of eternal blessedness; when I shall put off this polluted garment of mortality, and be conveyed on the wings of ministering spirits, to the bosom of my God, leaving my sins, sorrows, and fears behind, for ever....

O then make haste my beloved, and be thou like to a roe, or a young hart upon the mountains of spices: why are thy chariot wheels so long a coming? Make no long tarrying, O my God, but quickly bow thine heavens and come down; speed away the moments on their swiftest wings, and hasten that blessed, that delightful period when the great angel of the covenant, who standeth on the earth and on the sea, shall lift up his hand to heaven, and swear by him that liveth for ever and ever, that time shall be no longer.

How long wilt thou delay, O Saviour of sinners? how long shall thy forlorn bride mourn in the wilderness? rise, O thou bright eternal sun of righteousness; disperse the dark shadows of night, and hasten the dawning of that eternal day, when the heavens shall be rolled up as a scroll, the earth depart forever, when thy redeemed shall lift up their heads with joy, knowing their complete redemption draweth nigh; all that have thy new name engraven on their fore

heads shall meet thee in the air with songs of triumph, saying, "This is our God, we have waited for him; this is our beloved, our redeemer and friend :" then shall the ransomed of the Lord return and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy and gladness; and sorrow and sighing shall flee away forever.

O quickly let thy chariot wheels appear,
Darting bright beams of glory thro' the air;
Bid the archangel sound, bid worlds draw nigh,
To meet the awful judge enthron'd on high:
And while confusion, wrath and woe are hurl'd
With dreadful uproar, on a guilty world,
Thou wilt unfold the glories of thy face,
In full meridian on thy chosen race;

They shall with joy behold, with joy confess
Their Saviour-God, the Lord their righteousness!
And full of thee, forever shall remain,

Live in thy life, and in thy glory reign:

With loving heart and grateful voice shall raise
A tuneful chorus of seraphic lays,


Eternal anthems of eternal praise,

Thro' the wide arches of the courts above,
While all their theme and all their bliss is love.



WHITHER Shall I go, but unto thee, O Lord? thou hast the words of eternal life, thou art life, and in thee it is I live and move, and have my being; I am a poor stranger in this world, and a traveller as all my fathers were, journeying from time to eternity, from this vale of tears, this region of sin and sorrow, to the heavenly Jerusalem, the Mount Sion, the city of the living God,, whither my great forerunner is already entered, even Jesus, to prepare a place for me that is my rest, there my treasures are laid up, there I shall behold my Father's face without a cloud; there all tears shall be wiped from my eyes; I shall no more hang my harp on the willows, but forever join the harmonic chorus of uninterrupted hallelujahs, singing the songs of Moses and the lamb, with those who have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the lamb, and therefore are before the throne forever. But I am not yet called home to my Father's house: I am a poor exile, passing through a wilderness in my way to glory; I must be tried in the furnace of affliction before I come out bright gold; but when I walk through the fire, I have the word of an unchangeable God that he will be with me, and when I pass through the waters he hath promised they shall not overflow me; therefore, I may

boldly press on, for though hosts of foes will rise against me; by the strength of my God, I shall leap over them all; for though storms may roar and tempests blow, yet Jesus my God is mightier far than they; when he says, "peace be still!" they shall all be hushed into a calm.

While I am in the world, I am beset with enemies, enemies on all sides, within and without; within a heart deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; a heart in league with hell, to stop me in my heavenly race; prone to wander from the God of love; a heart which is by nature the sink of sin, ready every moment to betray me into the hands of my spiritual enemies, this is my nearest and greatest foe; and when I should soar on the wings of faith and love, far above the things which are seen and are temporal, to those which are unseen and eternal, this weighs me down, this keeps me grovelling in the dust, and will do so, more or less, till the chain is broke, the bond dissolved, and my fettered soul set at liberty; then I shall fly away upborne on angels' wings to my heavenly home, and leave sin and mortality behind forever but that time is not yet come, I am yet in the body waiting for the hour when Jesus shall say, "Come up hither :" till then, I remain in an howling wilderness full of burning sand, beasts of prey and fiery flying serpents. The world is a subtile enchantress, she lays her snares on every side to catch the unwary traveller's feet, and we not only fight with flesh and blood, but with principalities and powers, the rulers of the darkness of this world; with spiritual


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