SERMON XXXVI. 317 He suffered, he groaned, he died : but he rose again, the blessed Saviour arose, he lives, he reigns exalted over all the creation. Faith beholds him risen, and reigning; but it is through a glass, it is at a distance, and but darkly. I wait, ,I, hope for a more divine pleasure ; it is a delight worth dying for, to behold him face to face, to see him as he is, to converse with his wondrous person, and to survey his glories. Alas ! my soul is toopatient of this long distance rindseparation. O for thewings of love, to hear my spirit upward in holy breathings ! Methinks I would long to be near him, to be with him, to give him my highest praises and thanks for my share inhis dying love. I would rise ,to join with the blessed acclamations, the holy songs of the saints on high, while they behold their exalted Saviour. How sweet their songs ! How loud their acclamations ! This is the man, the God-man who died forme! This is. the Son of God, who was 'matted, who was crowned with thorns, who endured exquisite anguish, and unknown sorrows for me, who was ¢courged, and wounded, and crucified for me ! This is the glo- rious Person, the Lamb of God, who washed me from my sins in his own blood. Blessing, honour, and salvation to his holy name for ever." Amen, HYMN FOR SERMON XXXVI. Christ's Propitiation improved. LORD, didst thou send thy Son to die For such a guilty wretch as I ? Andshall thy mercy not impart Thy spirit to renew my heart? Lord, hast thou wash'dmy garments clean In Jesu's blood from shame-and sin ? Shall I not strive with all my power That sin pollutemy soul no more 1 Shall I notbear. my Father's rod, l'he kind corrections of my God, When Christ upon thecdrsed tree' Sustaia'd a heavier load for ü}e ?. Why should I dread my dying day Since Christ Math took the curse away, And taught mewith my latest breath ' To triumph o'er thy terrors, death ? O rather let me wish and cry, u When shall my soul get loose and fly To upper worlds ? When shall I see, The Goda the man, that dy'd for me?" I shall beholdhis glories there, And pay himmy eternal share Of praise, and gratitude, and love, a Among tea thousand saints above,
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