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XXXVIII.1
THE CHRISTIAN'S
:TREASURE.
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I
poor and
despised
by
the
great
and
rich
in
this world
?
yet
I
trust
I
am made a child
of God
by
his
renewing
grace, and the promise
gives
me
a'
right
to all things.
God
my
Father
has
engaged
that
all things shall work
together
for my good.
He
has made
me a
joint
-heir
with his
best beloved
Son
Jesus,
and
has
given me
a fair
and
large
inheritance.
I
shall
be
possessor
of
every
comfort amongst the
creatures that
is
necessary to
my
su-
preme interest, and
my final
happiness, and
God
himself
is my
eternal
portion.
"
What
if I
cannot read
my
name and
my
title
to
lands
and
houses, to
green
fields
and palaces, in large
conveyances and writings
under
the
seal
of
men?
but
I
can read
my
name
as a
christian
in
the
covenant
of
grace,
under
the seal
of God, and
the blood
of
his Son,
and
there
I
find
that
all things
are
mine.
While
I
survey
the
gardens
of
a rich
sinner, every herb
and
flower
there
gives me
more sweetness
than
he
can
find in
them all
:
For
I
can converse with
God
my
Maker, and
my
Fa-
ther,
in every herb,
and
every
flower.
While
I
walk
amongst the trees
of
my
neighbour's
fields,
they
Yield
me
their refreshing
shade,
and
compose
my
thoughts to
divine
meditation.
I
can
lift up
my eyes
to the
stately
building where
my
neighbour
dwells,
and
raise
my
thoughts thence
to
the mansions
of
glory
:
Then I
re-
joice
to
think
how
much
my
inheritance and
my
mansion
there
exceeds the most magnificent
structure
on
earth.
Thus
his fields
and
his
gardens, and
his
stately
dwelling,
afford
a
divine
delight
to
me,
which
perhaps
the
earthly
possessor
of
them
knows
nothing
of:
And
though
I
have
almost
nothing
that
I
can call
my own
on
earth, yet, in
this sense,
I
possess,all
things.
My
God hath
given me
so
much
of
the
good things
of
this world, as
he saw
needful and
proper
for
my
real interest
:
and
surely
if I
might have
had
all
things within
my
immediate reach,
and under
my
sovereignty,
I
would
not
lay hold
of
more
of
them
(if
I
were
truly
wise)
than
would promote
my
welfare.
Do
I
sit
at
the footstool
of
the
rich
in the house
of
God
;
or
am I
but
a door-keeper
in the
sänctuary, yet
I
can
there
hear
Paul
declare the sublime
mysteries of the
gospel,
and
while he
reveals the wonders
of God's
eter-
nal
love, my
heart
within
me believes,
and adores,
and