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XXXIV.]
THE ATONEMENT OF
CHRIST.
thereby
he
hath
shewn
himself
to
be
a
priest
of
recon-
ciliation.
How adorable
is
this
contrivance
!
How
amazing
is
this love
!
How should sinners
be
surprized
with
a
sense
of
this
abounding
grace
I
Here
I behold
the
Son
of God stooping
down from
the height
of
his
glory,
to
become
a
mortal
man,
surrounded with
flesh
and sorrows
:
I
behold
the
first
favourite
of
heaven,
the
first beloved Son leaving the bosom
of
his
Father, and
the
fulness
Of
celestial joys,
that
he might
unite
himself
to our
feeble
nature, and taste the anguish and the smart
that
our
rebellions had deserved.
I
behold
him
for-
saken of
his
Father, and
lying
under
the
weight and
ter-
ror
of
sóme
unknown discoveries
and impressions
of
that
divine indignation and wrath
that
was
due to
sin-
ners
;
unknown impressions indeed,
that
struck the
Son
of
God
with
amazement, and made
his
soul exceeding
sorrowfúl, even to death.
And
was
all this
for
my sins,
O
my
Saviour
?
Didst
thou sustain these heavy
sufferings from
the
hand
of
Of
God,
that
such a rebel
as
I
might
be
reconciled
?
Yes, all this
for
my
sins,
If
I
am
found
a
sincere
be-
liever on the
Sou]
of God.
Enquire
now,
O
my
8ó111,
dost thou
believe in
Christ
?
Hast
thou
seen
thy heavy guilt,
and thy danger
of
eternal
death
?
Hast
thou
been weary and heavy laden with
a
Sense
of
thy
past
iniquities
?
Hast
thou
been
pained
at
heart
under
the
present
power
of
indwelling
sin
?
And
hast thou
fled
for refuge to the
hope set before
thee
iii
the
gospel
?
Hast
thou joyfully received
Jesus
the
Savi-
our
by
faith
in his
blood?
by
a
living
and active
faith?
Hast
thou committed thyself
to him, to
be delivered
from the reign
of
sin,
as
well
as from
the condemnation
of
it
?
Then,
mayest
thou
join
with
the
blessed
apostle,
and speak
in the language
of
faith,
`
He
loved
me,
and
gave
himself for
me,"
Gal.
ii.
20.
Let
me
meditate again the
sorrows
and
agonies
of
my
dear,
my
adored Redeemer. Infinite
agonies
and sor-
rows,
beyond all
the powers
of
language.
Is
my
heart
made
of
stone,
that it
can
hear
such
a history and
not
melt
within me
?
Have
I
no
tender
part
within
-me
to
bleed
at the rehearsal
of
such
anguish, and such love
?
Blessed
Jesus,
smite
the
rock
of
my
heart,
and
let
it pour
out
new
streams
of
repentance
and affectionate
gratitude.
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