Baxter - BV4831 84 F3 1830

Chap. 2.] FOR THE SAINTS' REST. 31 salmi! If, when he was in the form of a servant, they cry out, " What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him ?" what will they say, when they shall see him coming in his glory, and the heavens and the earth obey him ? " Then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn." To think and speak of that day with horror, doth well beseem, the impenitent sinner, but ill the believing saint. Shall the wicked behold him, and cry, 46 Yonder is he whose blood we neglected, whose grace we resisted, whose counsel we refused, whose government we cast off!" and shall not the saints, with inconceivable glad- ness, cry, " Yonder is he whose blood redeemed us, whose Spirit cleansed us, whose law did govern us; in whom we trusted, and he bath not deceived our trust; for whom we long waited, and now we see we have not waited in vain ! O cursed corruption ! that would have, had us turn to the world and present things, and say, Why should we wait for the Lord any longer? Now we see, Blessed are all they that wait for him." And now, Christians, should we not put up that petition heartily, "Thykingdom come ? The Spirit and the bride say, Come: and let him that heareth," and readeth, "say, Come." Our Lord himself says, "Surely I .come quickly. Amen even so, come Lord Jesus." 2. Another thing that leads to paradise is, that great work of Jesus Christ, in raising our bodies from the dust, and uniting them again unto the soul. A wonderful effect of in- finite power and love ! Yea, wonderful indeed, says Un- belief, if it be true. What ! shall all these scattered bones and dust become a man ? Let me with reverence plead for God, for that power whereby I hope to arise. What beareth the massy body of the earth ? What limits the vast ocean of the waters ? Whence is that constant ebbing and flowing of the tides ? Howmany times bigger than all the earth is the sun, that glorious body of light ? Is it not as easy to raise the dead as to make heaven and earth, and all of nothing ? Look not on the dead bones, and dust, and difficulty, but at the promise. Contentedly commit these carcasses to a prison, that shall not long contain them. Let us lie down in peace and take our rest; it will not be an everlasting night, nor endless sleep. If unclothing be the tiling thou fearest, it is that thou mayest have better cloth-