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146

THE

CHRISTIAN'S TREASURE.

tSERM. XXXVII

/.

christian

indeed

?

A

sincere convert,

a

believer

in

Je-

eus

?

And does

my

faith evidence

itself

in all

the

fruits

of

repentance, love, and

holiness

?

O

may

I

feel

my

soul

to live daily this divine

life by

the faith

of

the

Son

of

God,

that

I

may

maintain

a humble claim to these

treasures

of

mercy

laid up

in

the

gospel,

treasures

corn

-

mitted to

the hands

of

Christ

to be

kept

safe

for

me.

"

And

may

the

blessed

Spirit

instruct

me

daily to

im-

prove

all things to

my

spiritual and

eternal

benefit,

that

I

may

not

be

like

a

fool,

who has

a

prise

put

into

his

right

-hand, and knows

not

how to

make

use

of

it.?

May

I

be

taught

to

draw

some

sacred advantage,

some holy

delight and refreshment

from the

continual

new scenes

and occurrences

of

life

!

May

I

derive knowledge and

love,

and

heavenly

sweetness from

the surprising

works

of

God,

as

the

God of nature, and

from the more

sur-

prizing

wonders

of

his

grace

!

May

I

learn something

divine .and

holy

from all the

transactions of

his

provi-

;fence,

and

the various turns and changes

of

this

present

state,

till

I

am

prepared and

made meet for

a

more

fit

and ample

possession

of

the everlasting inheritance

of

the saints

in light

!"

Amen.

HYMN

FOR :SERMON

XXXVIII

ALL THINGS

WOIi`KING TOGETHEIL

FOR,

GOOD.

24Y

soul,

survey

thy happiness,

If

thou

art

found

a

child of

grace,

How richly

is

the gospel

stor'd!

What joy the

promises afford

!

°' All things

are

ours

;" the

gift

of

God,

And purchas'd

with our Saviour's blood,

While the

good

Spirit

shews us how

To use

and

to

enjoy them too.

If

peace and

plenty

crown

my days,

They help

tne,

Lord,

to

speak thy

praise

:

If

bread of

sorrows be my

food,

Those

sorrows work thy

real good.

II

would not change my

bless'd estate

With

all

that

flesh

calls

rich

or

great

And

while my faith

can keep her hold,

I

envy not the sinners' gold.

Father

I

wait thy

daily

will,

Thou

shalt divide

my portion

still:

Grant

me

on

-earth what

-seems

thee

best,

Till

death and heav'n reveal

the rest.