HEAVENLY MEDITATION. 299 for me and thee ? Or of thy unworthiness ? for if thou wvast thyself worthy, what shouldst thou do with my worthiness ? Did I ever invite, or save, the worthy and the righteous ; or is there any such thing on earth ? Hast thou nothing ; art thou lost and miserable, helpless and forlorn? Dost thou believe I am an all - sufficient Saviour; and wouldst thou have me? Lo, I am thine, take me if thou art willing, I am ; and neither sin, nor Satan, shall break the match. " These, O these, were the bless- ed words which his Spirit from his gospel spoke unto me, till he made me cast myself at his feet, and cry out, " My Saviour and my Lord, thou hast broke, thou hast revived my heart; thou hast overcome, thou hast won my heart; take it,; it is thine; if such a heart can please thee, take it ; if it cannot, make such as thou wouldst have it." Thus, O my soul, mayest thou re- member the sweet familiarity thou hast had with Christ; therefore if acquaintance will cause affection, let out thy heart unto him. It is he that .bath stood by thy bed of sickness, bath eased thy pains, refreshed thy wea- riness, and removed thy fears. He bath been always ready, when thou hast earnestly sought him ; bath met thee in public and private ; bath been found of thee in the congregation, in thy house, in thy closet, in the field, in thy waking nights, in thy deepest dangers. 13. " If bounty and compassion be an attractive of love, how unmeasurably then am I bound to love him ! All the mercies that I have filled up my life, all the places that ever I abode in, all the societies and persons I have been conversant with, all my employments and relations, every condition I have been in, and every change I have passed through, all tell me that the foun- tain is overflowing goodness. Lord, what a sum of love am I indebted to thee ! _And how does my debt conti- nually increase ! How should I love again for so much love? But shall I dare to think of requiting thee, or of recompensing all thy love with mine ? Will my mite re- quite thee for thy golden mines ; my seldom wishes for thy constant bounty ; mine which is nothing, or not mine, for thine which is infinite and thine own ? Shall
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