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wickednesses in high places. O, who shall deliver my soul from all this host of foes? I am but a worm, I have no might, my strength is perfect weakness; but the Lord ruleth on high, Jesus reigns, he is the king of Israel and the Saviour thereof. Rejoice then ye citizens of Zion, in the recollection of this truth, Jesus is King of kings, and Lord of lords; all power is in his hand, he reigns in and over our hearts, by the golden sceptre of his grace; he ruleth over the world by his providential empire, and he reigneth over the devils with a rod of iron; he hath ascended up on high, leading captivity captive, and he shall reign till all things are put under his feet.

But I am not only surrounded with enemies, while passing through the valley of the shadow of death; I am altogether an unclean thing, and all my righteousnesses are as filthy rags; born in sin, and by nature corrupted, all I do is defiled with sin; I am a leper, unclean throughout, and God is of purer eyes than to behold iniquity, he hath declared he will by no means clear the guilty: to whom should I turn? to whom should I go? Lord thou hast the words of eternal life; Jesus is a priest upon his throne, a great high-priest, who is entered into the holy place, not made with hands; who himself bare our sins in his own body on the tree, and by that oblation of himself once offered, hath forever perfected them that are sanctified, being himself at once the sacrifice and sacrificer, and the offended Jehovah, to whom he made the atonement: for God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto himself....these are mysteries the world receiveth not. 1

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To thee then I come, O my compassionate highpriest, to be washed in that fountain, which thou hast opened for sin and for all uncleanness; from thy heart, thy hands, and thy feet, flowed blood and water, to cleanse and to redeem wash me in that precious flood, O thou Saviour of sinners, and I shall be clean. Come hither, O ye wounded souls; ye that are pricked to the heart, that are crying out your wounds are incurable; behold your priest, behold your sacrifice; behold the lamb of God that takes your sins away: he hath given his life a ransom for many, and there is balm in Gilead, there is a kind physician there: behold him by faith; he spreads his pierced hands to receive you, your names are engraven on the palms of his hands, and he will bid you go in peace. He now appears before the throne, as a lamb newly slain, and he ever lives to make intercession for us.

Sin hath blinded our eyes, hath stopped our ears, and shut up our hearts in more than Egyptian darkness; Lord, I am as a brute beast before thee, I know not the ways of God, nor the way in which I should walk: I am by nature intirely immersed in blindness and ignorance; to what teacher should I go, but to thee, thou great prophet of thy church? thou art the wisdom of God; thou art made unto us wisdom, and it is thy office to open the eyes of the blind, to unstop the deaf ears, to teach thy people by thy Spirit, all truth, and to make fools wise unto salvation. Listen then, my soul, to thy heavenly teacher; hear him in his word, directing thy feet into the way of peace.

Hear him say, "This is the way, walk ye in it; go not after thine own will, but follow the lamb whithersoever he goeth, and he will lead thee to the good land, the heavenly Canaan, where thou shalt be satisfied with the blessings of his kingdom; and though the way may lay through many a dark path, Jesus will be thy light and defence, thy sun, and thy shield; the sun of righteousness will rise upon thee, with healing underneath his blessed wings; will shed his divinest influence upon thee, direct thee by his wisdom, guide thee by his cye, lay his everlasting arms underneath thee, and be thy God, and thy Saviour in time and eternity. When thou, poor silly sheep, wanderest from the fold, the good shepherd will keep his eye upon thee, he will not suffer the wolf to devour thee; but by the chastisement of his rod will bring thee back; when thou art weary and faint in thy mind, thy all-skilful physician will make thee whole; he will heal all thy backslidings, and love thee freely; for with him there is no variableness, neither shadow of changing. Rejoice then, O my soul, and ye saints of God, rejoice in that Jehovah Jesus, who is the Alpha and Omega; if he is our king, none can hurt us; if he is our priest, he will save us; if he is our prophet, he will guide us right, for he is called wonderful, counsellor. We, indeed are poor and blind, naked and miserable in ourselves, but Jesus is made unto us, of God, wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and redemption if we are nothing, he is all.

Now to him who hath loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, and made us kings and

priests unto God, be honor and glory, thanksgiving and praise, from all the inhabitants of heaven, and redeemed saints upon earth, henceforth and forever.... Amen, and Amen.


FAREWELL ye horrors of winter; ye have fled to your bleak habitation in the north; and even gentle spring with all her "vernal airs," have taken flight: summer, rosy summer, triumphs in her turn, and spreads verdure, health and festivity through the vegetable, animal and rational worlds.

Come, my Miranda, friend of my heart, let us walk forth with the early dawn; let us contemplate the dew drops that shine upon the grass, those bright diamonds of the morning; let us admire the rising sun, while he permits us to behold his glories; ere long his rays will be too powerful, and his splendors too refulgent for us to bear: but now the air is balmy, cool, and delightful, we may lift up our eyes, and behold the wonders of the heavens....See the eastern clouds glow with most magnificent colors, azure, purple and gold: Phœbus has just mounted his flaming car, Aurora flies before him, and the hours in dance, follow in his train; and are they silent? Is the progress of the bright, imperial king of day uncelebrated with celestial song? No, methinks I hear the music

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