But, not to delay you here, beloved, we ourselves this morning adopt the language as our own. Your preacher adopts it. He longs for more of what he has known.

Why, when only seventeen years old, in that beautiful isle, I mean the Isle of Wight, (I tell it for the dear young disciples this morning,) I remember taking a little book on Communion with God; I remember reading it inside the lovely grounds at Norris, where our dear Queen, when a child, spent her happy childhood; I remember reading about God and the sinner meeting in Jesus. I shall never forget it; it seemed as if the heavens were opened over that spot, and I felt I was not down here upon the earth; I felt as if I were with Jesus in the midst of glory. Oh, many of us at conversion got such a glimpse of God, that we felt-well do I remember feeling-something akin to what Bunyan says "When I saw God in Christ taking away my sins, I felt sorry there was no ploughman near to tell my joy to, and I said, [he was in a field,] Stop, O crows, till I tell you of my joy."" Ah, yes, there are many of us who can say, We have seen the power, we have felt the glory. Oh, to have such visits of His grace repeated! Oh, to have the visits of His love repeated! Lord, we want to see Thy glory, so as we have seen Thee!

Beloved, some of you know what blessing is. But how "our blessings brighten as they take their flight." Some of you know this. You never valued your own precious dead as you have since they were placed beneath the silent sod. That mother never loved her babe so much as since that babe was taken to stand as a little swift messenger before the throne of God. Some of you never thought you valued your Sabbaths and your sanctuaries so much as since laid on beds of pain and sickness; you have said, When shall I come and appear with the saints before God? "Our bles

sings brighten as they take their flight." Ah, as I gazed on the dying face of my own loved mother, as I watched her declining moments, and saw her last love, I said, "Oh, that I had only felt in years gone by, what I feel now."

And oh, dear sinner, these are moments of opportunity, now that God Himself has come downthis very day. Oh, believe me, if you let opportunities like these go by-my God knows it, and your own soul knows it if you live and die without God who puts Himself at your very feet to-day, ah! then, as at death the world slips beneath you, and eternity bursts on your view; as you try to soar to heaven, your dark wing will drop-trying for heaven, you will fall into hell! for "the wicked shall be turned into hell," where they cannot forget God. There memories will darken. O memory! to blot it out would be an advantage to your existence, for it will be in hell that lost blessings will haunt you-blessings which you might have had, but which you neglected. But we are now the rather talking of the blessed memories we cherish this day.

Dear people, let us send up this prayer this morning, that we may see God's power, and grace, and love again, as we have seen it.

Some of us have indeed seen His awakening power. We have seen sinners crying out, "What must we do

to be saved?" Some of us have seen His remarkable renewing power-we have seen the sinner stand out, in a moment, a new creature in Christ Jesus. And we have seen God's comforting power-how the sorrowful have been made happy-how the anxious have been blessed in the knowledge and sense of God's love; and, oh! what we now want to see, is God's love-God's power repeated; and our cry to Him is, "that we may see that power and that glory, as we have seen it in the sanctuary."

This brings me to the last part of my subject; for these words imply a well-grounded hope that we shall see His power and His glory. Yes, glory ineffable, indescribable, eternal!-the glory of His Person; the glory of His Throne; the glory of His reign. Ha! yes, if we do not see the power and glory as we would see it now, the time is at hand when "He that shall come will come and will not tarry;" and we shall see the unfoldings of His direct power, and we shall see the glory-we shall see Himself His majesty! and beauty! even Him "whom, having not seen, we love; in whom, though now we see him not, yet believing, we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory." Oh! come that time! Oh! come that glory!

Meanwhile we have already seen the beginnings of God's saving power in this very place. On Friday last, we sat, commemorating the dying love of our dear Lord around that table. In the morning there were two individuals, among others, who came, saying they had been under God's awakening power. I put the truth before them as I will before you, before I conclude, and there was seen at once in them the precious rest it gives the peace that passeth all understanding filled their souls; and what think you did they say, on receiving the truth ? "Sir," said they, "may we not go to the table to-night ?" And straight from the cross, where they had newly found their salvation, they went to the table, even the same night.

And on the previous night, also, many rejoiced on receiving salvation; and there are many souls here this morning saying, "What shall we do to be saved ?" It is not the power of a place, but the power of the truth! Oh, it is the sinner saying, "I want Jesus-I want rest-I want heaven-I want salvation." It is this, beloved, that we want this morning. Oh, that He would now give a longing for Himself to enter a thousand hearts, that you might be saved, have salvation here!

We are a multitude this morning, and soon-in a little while-every one who hears me will have passed away for ever from opportunities like these. Yes, for ever; for time is passing, and we are hurrying to Eternity

"Every moment souls are dying,
Hast'ning to receive their doom."

And when a few more years are come-from that top gallery, where those eager faces gleam with intelligence, and all round these lower galleries-not a soul among us but will either be in heaven or hell! Some one prayed the other day, indicating that this world is a vast grave, and so it is. The grave is a scene of death -the world is a scene of death. The grave is a scene of corruption-the world is a scene of corruption. But this is the glorious Gospel of the blessed God-that the Lord of glory, who was with the Father-who was the everlasting Word-came down from the Father-down to this grave (came as He came to the grave of Lazarus) into the very place of death, gave Himself up to die on the cross- "He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities"—so that He can now stand forth, in this Golgotha-world and say, "Lazarus, come forth! "Sinner, come forth! Because He died, we live. "Believest thou this ?" "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved." Said Christ "He that heareth my words, and believeth in him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation, but is passed from death unto life."

In conclusion, let me tell you of the manner in which a number of poor prisoners received the truth, and went away, not leaping from their chains, but in their chains.

I said, in the Calton Jail in Edinburgh, to a poor woman, "When you go home what will you do?

What will you say to your family ?" (She was a prisoner; I had been preaching to the prisoners, twice that day, in the Calton Jail.)

"Oh," she said, "when I go home"-and the very thought of home seemed to break her heart

I asked, "What makes you weep?" "Sir, I think of my five children and husband." "What will you do when you go among them?" She replied, "I will tell them what I have got." I said, "What have you got?" There she was in the prison garb, a miserable spectacle. "Oh, sir," said she, "I have got Christ; I have got salvation." "You got Christ; you got salvation?" "Yes, sir. "How do you know you have got Christ? "Why, sir, have you not told us that every sinner that believes in the Lord Jesus Christ is saved-has Christ ?" "But what did the Lord Jesus Christ ever do for you?" " He died for the sinner, even the great

est." Then he died for you?" "Yes." "And you

"Are you

have not to die?" "I have not to die." happy?" Explaining a gush of tears that came from her eyes, she said, "What makes me unhappy is, that I have five months more to stop in prison." I said, and I may say it here, "I only wish that my circumstances would enable me to take your chains and your prison garb, and send you to your home-to your husband and five children." At this, the other prisoners were in tears, and I said, "Ah, poor prisoners, you marvel at this, that I would take her place; but that is the Gospel. The Lord came, and put himself under the stripes I had to receive the Lord of glory took the chains that were on me—the Lord entered the very prison-house, where the prisoners were incarcerated by the great jailor Satan, or, rather, where we were held over to Divine justice the Lord took the five months' (died) that I might go free. Dear people, this is the Gospel. This is salvation for the lost. I pronounce it this morning to the very darkest and guiltiest that may be