SERMON XXXVII. 531 my inheritance runs into eternity, and my enjoymentof it has no period. " My treasures are secure against all the invasions and plunder of enemies, against all the rage of the winds, and waves, and fire ; against all the confusions of the world, against all the overwhelming changes of time, and nature ; even against death itself, and the last conflagration. These lower heavens may be dissolved, the elements may melt with fervent heat, and the earth, and the works thereof, with all the fields, and the palaces, and the treasures of it, may be burned up, but my inheritance stands ever secure, for God himself; who is the original Creator and Possessor of all things; has secured life and happiness to me in his covenant : He has secured a pos- session of every thing that can be necessary to -myhappiness, or to my eternal life. " O that I were taught to enjoy these blessings daily; and to observe the daily accessions that are made to my trea- sures, by all the new scenes of providence that are ever rising! May I be instructed to make a sanctified improvement of them all, and thus add something hourly to my best interest, to my everlasting hope!. May life itself, with all the daily comforts and crosses of it, minister to me 'some sacred medi- tations, some holy and heavenly thoughts! May a divine consecration come down on all my affairs and concerns in this present state! and by a wise improvement of all those parcels of my inheritance, which my heavenly Father puts into my hands here on earth, may I be trained up and grow fitter daily for those brighter talents, those more glorious enjoy- ments, which he keeps in reserve for me when time shall be Ho more. Amen. HYMN FOR SERMON XXXVII. A Christian's Treasure : All things are yours, whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, ó,'c. HOW vast the treasures we possess! Hew rich thy bounty, sting of grace ! Thisworld is ours, and worlds to come : Earth is our lodge, and heaven our borne Paul is our teacher: while bespeaks, The shadows flee, the morning breaks; His words like beams of knowledge shine, And fill our souls with light divine. Cephas is ours : he takes us. feel The kindling& of celestial zeal: While sweet Apollon' charming voice Gives usa taste of heas'aly joys. The springingcern, the statelywood, Grow to provide on house and food: Fire, air, earth, water,join their force; All nature serves no in her course. The sun rolls round to makeour day, The moon directsour nightly way While angels bear us in their arme, Andshield us from ten thousand harms. ° glorious portion of the saints! Let faith suppress our sore complaints, And tune our hearts and tongues to sing Our boantedusGod, oursovereignKing. na m3
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