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SERM.
vI.
SINS AND SORROWS
SPREAD BEFORE
GOD.
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the
world
was
made,
rejoicing
daily
before
him:
and
our
delight
shall be
with
that God
who
created
the
sons
of
men
Where
we
shall
be for
ever
telling
him
our
joys,
and our
pleasures, with húmble
adoration
of
his
grace,
and
everlasting
gratitude.
It
will
be
a sweet
redoubling
of
all
the delights
and enjoyments
of
heaven,
to tell him,
in
the
language
of that
world,
what infinite satisfaction
we
feel in his
society
;
what enjoyments
and delights
we
derive from
his
immediate
influences
;
how full
our
hearts are of
love to
him,
and
how full
they
are
of
the
sense
of
his
love:
There
his
love
communicated
to
us,
shall
be,
as
it
were,
reflected
back
again from
our
souls
to
God;
and
in
the
perpetual
communications and
re-
flections
of
knowledge,
joy,
and
love
shall
our
heaven
consist.
O
that
I
could raise
your
souls,
and
mine, to
blessed
breathings after
this felicity,
by
such
representations
!
But
how
infinitely
short must the brightest descriptions
fall
of
this
state and
place:
May
you
and I,
who
speak
and hear
this,
may every soul
of
us
be made
thus
happy
one
day,
and
learn the extent and
glory
of
this blessed-
ness, 'by
sweet and everlasting experience. Amen.
HYMN
FOR
SERMON
VI.'
SINS AND SORROWS SPREAD BEFORE GOD.
OTHAT
I
knew
the secret place,
Where
I
might
find my
God
!
I'd
spread
my wants before
his
face,
And pour
my woes
abroad.
I'd
tell
him how
my
sins
arise,
What
sorrows
I
sustain
;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves
my
heart
in
pain.
I'd
sal-,
r"
How
flesh
and
sense
rebel
!
What inward
foes
combine
With the
vain world, and powers
of
hell
To
vex
this soul
of
mine!"
He
knows
what arguments
I'd
take,
To wrestle
with
my God
;
I'd
plead
for his own
mercy's sake,
And
for my
Saviour's blood.
My God
will
pity
my complaints,
And heal
my
broken bones
:
He takes the meaning
of
his
saints,
The language
of their groans.
Arise, my soul,
from
deep
distress
And
banish every
fear;
He
calls
thee
to his
throne of grace,
.
To spread thy
sorrows
there.