in the fire and smoke. His righteousness was foreshadowed in His doom on Egypt. He it was who appeared to Moses-whose angel slew the first-born; He it was who clave the sea in twain-who led out from its depths of death and judgment His chosen people. Everywhere you may find Him-in all the Scriptures, in Moses, in the Psalms, and in all the Prophets.

But, not to weary you, where will you find Him as on the cross itself that wondrous tree?

There, indeed, is the great substance, from which all sacrifices and all the offerings are but shadows. It is at Calvary we find a full revelation of the grace and love of Christ Jesus. I say, "Can it be true ?" I see, (as my poor peasant said) the "cooper," or carpenter's son, as Son of Man dying on the cross to atone for sin; and I say, "Is it true that the blood which streams from that cross, from those wounded hands and side, is the blood of that Son-does the Son of the Highest groan and bleed, and suffer and die ?" Oh, timeless, matchless, untold love!—a love stronger than death; for He went down into death. He died the death of death, and hell's destruction. "Was there ever love like His ?" Oh! who can

tell it who repay it?

"Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my life, my soul, my all."

Where shall I show you Jesus? Shall I show you Jesus in His life down here? See the man of Sychar! How He loved the sinner who came to draw water. Here, as in a glass, you may look into His face of love. And He with love looks into yours. The same love is in Him now. The man of Sychar is the same as the man exalted at the Father's right hand. He is "the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever."

See Him in the house at Bethany;

there sat

Lazarus at the table, who had been dead, but was alive; and there was Simon, who was a leper, but had been cleansed; and there too Mary, who anointed Him for His burial; and there, also, faithful, serving Martha. What a scene it was! Martha, a picture of the serving Church; and Mary copying the angels who desire to learn and look into these things; and connected with them Lazarus, seated in rest and peace in risen life.

We often find our Jesus thus, beloved friends. In one place He sat with sinners, and in another with saints; and often the cry is raised, "He receiveth sinners, and eateth with them." And why? Because He had come from a far distance for them, and loved to think of the time when they would sit down with Him. But here, so to speak, none were sinners. There was Simon cleansed, and Lazarus having put off corruption, sitting down at the same tablea type of the risen life. There was Mary, full of conscious fellowship, listening to the words of Jesus; and Martha, like many another Christian, full of service. It is all an image of what it will be when the present sorrowing time shall lose itself in glory; when earth's present woes shall have passed away; when the body united to the Head, "shall be for ever with the Lord;" and when the Lord-the Head and the members will sit down with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in His kingdom.

Would you see Jesus? Come with me awhile into the garden of Gethsemane; as our dear young brother has reminded us, if the disciples had only known-if they had only watched with Him that "one hour," they might have said, "Beloved Master, let us watch with Thee, if only to wipe the deathdrops from off thy marred brow." For the heart that loved a sinner to wash his feet with her tears, and wipe them with the hairs of her head, could surely have

loved them to do this also. But they, alas, did not watch; they were asleep!

Beloved, do see Jesus here: see Him drinking the cup, saying, "Not my will, but thine be done;" and bearing the cross! and suffering, and bleeding, and dying for us. Ah, what grace, what love, what compassion for the lost!

"This was compassion like a God,

That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was His blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew."

And now see Him in the heart of the earth. Like another Jonah, He lies buried three days; and look from the open grave to the open heaven! See the second Adam awaking out of sleep, and tell me where was the Church formed? It was in the opened side-the grave of Jesus. When the Lord was about to form Eve, He cast Adam into a deep sleep, so that when he awoke she who was in Him was with him; and when Jesus rose, we who were dead in sins were raised together with Him.

Where else would you see Jesus? Shall we ransack Nature to find Him? Look around—

"Nature, to make his glories known,

Must borrow colours not her own."

Is He compared to a rose? The rose must shed her bloom; but the Rose of Sharon will endure for ever. Is He a lily? The lily by every passing tread becomes sullied of its purity; but He is the perfect One, "without spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing," "holy, harmless, undefiled, and separate from sinners." He a Rock? The rocks, beloved, will become liquid fire, and the elements melt with fervent heat; but the Rock of Ages doth never, shall never, pass away. Ha! yes; nothing can show Him!

"Nature, to make His glories known,

Must borrow colours not her own."

Is

Do you want Jesus? Would you see Jesus? How, if time allowed, one would like to bring you where you would see Him in the displays of His grace! But where see Him thus? Is it when the woman was brought to Him, a sinner taken in the very act? "Woman," said he, " where are those thine accusers ? Hath no man condemned thee? Neither do I condemn thee." There was condemnation, but He had travelled far to take it for her; hence none to her. Oh, what grace is in Jesus, manifested in His dealing thus with sinners! for dear people, one sinner is the same as another to Him. We either are, or we are not, sinners; and if we are sinners, we need a Saviour who can make us as white as snow. Beloved, there is but this one stand-point-this one Saviour. And we have only to take our place as sinners, and at once we have a Saviour-yes, just as we are. I remember I was often puzzled by that verse," Strait is the gate and narrow is the way that leadeth unto life." Some make it to mean that no one can be saved but by some mighty effort; but that is not it. It means that God shuts you up to a point-that strait is the gate, lonely, isolated the road that leads you up to God.

"I'm a poor sinner, and nothing at all,

But Jesus Christ is my all in all."

He and He only is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. The most morally righteous person, and the greatest sinner under the sun, must enter at the same door, must take their stand on the same merit, must receive the same Spirit, and be saved by the same blood. All are alike to God. He knows no grades-no distinctions; just as if you could ascend some miles above the surface of the earth, you would see no difference between the loftiest peak of the Himalayas and the lowliest of hills, both would appear flat as a plain. God looks on us all as sinners, rebels. He brings us

to the same point and says, "Strait is the gate," lonely, isolated, arbitrary, if you will. You may come, then, as a sinner, but with not an atom beside. Nothing but Christ! That is how His grace operates-salvation for the chief of sinners and for the least of sinners, on the ground of the greatest of Saviours-on the ground of the greatest of merits on the ground of Christ! He shed His blood-" the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin." I ask you, if it cleanseth from all sin, how much can remain? His blood cleanses from all sin. Can you own this before God, that your sin was on Jesus? Can you own it as put away? for this it is which gives peace and rest to the soul. I would like you to meditate on this, beloved-if sin be put away, on the cross how much can remain?

Beloved, would you see Him in the operations of His grace? The dying thief is an instance of that grace. There he is suspended between earth and heaven, dying, impaled on the wood-dying for crimes committed against human law-in a few moments his soul will be in eternity. But time is nothing to Jesus, any more than degrees of guilt. He could say to him on the reception of the truth, (for the thief had owned him LORD, had said, "Lord, remember me," and no man can call Jesus "Lord, but by the Holy Ghost,") "Verily I say unto thee, to-day shalt thou be with me in Paradise;" and now

""Twixt him and resurrection,
But Paradise doth stand."

What grace is here! How free! Instead of hell, paradise and the resurrection! It is the same with all who have believed, and who sleep in Jesus. We have laid them down in their slender coffins, and over their ashes we have dropt the silent tear; they sleep in Jesus; and by the same grace, converted early or late, it does not matter one atom; 'twixt them and the glorious