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me, if he thought the Queen would all the more like him in some particular attire, he would put it on, and would adjust himself according to his calling. O Christian, you understand me. The picture speaks for itself—so sing we and speak we, according to our heavenly calling. We say,
“ I'm a pilgrim bound for glory,
I'm a pilgrim going home.” We say, I have a crown in the promised land, gleaming with the rays of uncreated splendour. I have a harp in the promised land, tuned by no created fingers. I have a mansion in the promised land. He who made all things says, “I go to prepare a place
Angels beckon me away, Jesus bids me come;" my Father calls
me, I must go to meet Him in the promised land.” I am not of the world that fadeth away“ Calm the dying taper's light
Let me go home;
Let me go home;
Let me go home." The object, next to Himself, which the God of glory presented to Abraham, was that city of which Paul speaks, where, in Heb. xi. 10, he says, “ He looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God; and, doubtless, of which John, in Rev. xxi. 2, speaks, saying, “ And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride so beautiful and taintless] adorned for her husband.” What a city for a pilgrim to see, and to call his own!—a city of pure gold,” having “jasper walls,” needing no sun neither moon to shine in it, for the glory of God did lighten it," and the Lamb is the light thereof." Such was Abraham's city. And what allured Abraham, whether from out of the snares, riches, and entanglements of Egypt, or amidst the deep sorrows of the desert, was the promise by God of this city. Glancing at its peace and its love, and coming up from Egypt, to which he and Sarah had wrongfully gone, he could have said
“Yes, I need thee, heavenly city,
My low spirit to upbear;
So beguile me with their glare.
Break asunder-I am free;
Heir of glory,
City of the pearl-bright portal;
City of the jasper wall;
Seat of endless festival.
City of eternity!-
Heir of glory,
Well may the hope of such a city allure, even as death and sorrow may wean. Brethren, it is the same with our own hope. Ours is not so much a city-it is a higher thing. How blessed is it! How blessed now ! To be associated with the Lord Himself to sit down as He is, in a divine perfectness, before God !-to reign endlessly with Him, to be a king and a priest; when He comes, to come with Him; when He reigns, to reign with Him; when He stands on Mount Zion with the hundred and forty and four thousand, like Moses and Elias, in the glory, to stand with Him, and know His love, and grace, and form, and voice for ever and for ever! Ah! this is glory! It is a sea
without a shore ! an ocean that cannot be fathomed! And for ever and for ever shall we stand over its mighty amplitude, casting down our line, saying, “ Oh, the depths of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out !” Brothers and sisters, can we want anything more than this? There is nothing more. This is what we want the sinner to
When the sinner does see it, he wants it. He does not want it if he does not see it. “ Eye" (the natural eye) “ hath not seen, nor ear” (the carnal ear) “ heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.” But if thou art truly wanting them, thou hast seen them. God hath revealed them unto thee by His Spirit; the heavenly Paraclete, the divine Eliezer hath revealed to thee the glory and the riches of the heavenly Isaac.
This is His office. This He delights to do—reveal Jesus. And this is what Jesus Himself delights in, to be revealed and accepted. Will you now accept Him ? He presents Himself: you accept. When any ordinary suitor wants a bride there is needed only one thing for him to do, (how sweet a touch of the whole Gospel !) simply to present himself! When the Lord Jesus wants a sinner for Himself, what does He do ? He just presents Himself. When Eliezer said to the damsel, “ Wilt thou go?” her heart had gone! The tidings of Isaac, his riches, and the jewels, had already done their work. O sinner, know the riches of our Divine Isaac. Know His love.
Know His love. See Him as He now presents Himself, and to you, in the Gospel.
Beloved saints, such, in a few words, is the order of Christian life. 1. God the beginning of everything. 2. Not a negative God, but a God who calls by and to His glory. 3. Nature coming in preventing our course. 4. Death coming in, and so setting aside the power of na
ture, stepping over all impediment. And 5. Abraham not only entering the land, but now, amidst many discouragements, sorrows, and trials, looking for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God; which city, we think, as we have suggested from Rev. xxi., he may yet have. Beautiful city! the New Jerusalem, whose Builder and Maker is God. Thus Abraham will get his city; but ye, beloved, who have owned a rejected Jesus, who are neither Jew nor Gentile, but are a new creation, children of the mystery, ye are not so much for a city—though all things are yours, for “ye are the body of Christ ;" and are as He is, one with Him as the Head and the members are one—to be on the same Throne, and in the same glory“glorified together.” Such, I say, is the order of Christian life.
THE GOOD SAMARITAN.
“And Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.”—LUKE X. 30.
DEAR Friends, I am going to speak, if I can, this morning a little about the Lord Jesus Christ, who is here represented as the Good Samaritan, and also a little about yourselves; for the man whom the Lord found on his way from Jerusalem to Jericho, is a representation of what we, in our natural condition, are as sinners. It may be some of you have never seen yourselves in the glass of the Word, or as you have been pourtrayed in this picture by the Prince of Artists -by the Lord Himself. He knows what is in us; He never miscalculated or misjudged any one. You and I are like that poor man; we are sinners—“ born in sin, and shapen in iniquity.” I want to bring you face to face with yourselves, as you have been drawn by His inimitable pen; He depicts you as having been robbed, and wounded, and left for dead.
I never shall forget, when speaking of this in Paris, how the Lord seemed to give a deep, solemn, tearful sense of their condition as sinners to the dear French