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people and nation, and hast made us unto our God kings and priests, and we shall reign on the earth."

How delightful to contemplate the honors which encircle the Lamb in the midst of his Father's throne! After being here so long marred with grief and shame, how sweet to know that he has found a throne! After wandering an exile from heaven for more than thirty years for our revolt, and to seek through this wilderness that which was lost, we joy that he has found a home. After being so long unknown and neglected, we rejoice that he has found those who can honor his worth. After all the mockery of the judgment hall and the pretorium, we exult to hear the shout of all heaven in his praise. After the crown of thorns, we are enraptured to see him wear the diadem of the universe. After being cast out upon the wide world, not having where to lay his head, we triumph that a palace has received him. After depending for bread on the charity of his female followers, we are transported to see him the heir of all things and able in his turn to impart to others. After being so long a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief,-after all the agonies of the garden and the cross, we sing and shout for joy that he has found repose,-that he has found infinite and eternal delight in the glory of his Father and the salvation of his Church. Let him have his happiness and his honors. Amidst all the sufferings of life, it shall be our solace that the man

of sorrows is happy,-that the despised Nazarene is honored at last. Of all the luxuries that ever

feasted the soul, the sweetest is to see the Lamb that was slain in the midst of his Father's throne.

My dear brethren, we came here to day to find him in the place of graves; but he is not here, he is risen.

"With joy we tell the scoffing age,

He that was dead has left the tomb:
He lives above their utmost rage,

And we are waiting till he come."

We had thought to come and stand and weep where Mary wept; but while we were coming, the angel descended and rolled back the stone, and lo the mangled body has taken its flight. We saw that body mangled; we saw the stripes cut deep into his sacred flesh; we saw his temples gored with thorns; we heard the loud roar of vulgar mockery; we saw him borne away on the tide of popular fury; we saw his cross erected; we saw his hands and feet extended and nailed to the wood. We stood weeping and trembling six hours as he hung on the torturing spikes, under the burden of our sins; we saw his mother swoon and sink to the earth; we saw John as pale as death; we saw heaven and earth convulsed; we heard his dying groan; we saw him committed to the sepulchre. And we had now come to embalm him. But he is not here. O could we hear him speak to us as he did to Mary before the sepulchre, with what transport would we also cry, Rabboni! and rush into his arms. Yes and we will embalm him still. We will embalm his name in our hearts. We will embalm it among our

children and friends by the memorial of his love which we are about to set forth. We will embalm it by a life savoring of his loveliness. We will embalm it by our praise, which shall be prolonged while we have breath, and sink away at last upon our dying lips. And we will embalm it among the songs of the upper world. O if we are permitted to come and stand where the elders bow before the Lamb enthroned, how will we bow and sing! When we shall look down to hell and see our old companions there, and then back to Calvary, and then look up and read the touching traces of love in those melting eyes, and among the prints of the thorns, we will embalm his name if love and songs can do it. We will tell all heaven of his love. If ever new inhabitants should come in from other worlds, they shall hear the story of Calvary. If commissioned in remote ages of eternity to visit other planets, we will carry to them the amazing tidings. We will tell the story to all we meet. We will erect monuments of the wonderful facts on every plain of heaven, and inscribe them all over with the story of the manger, the garden, and the cross.While gratitude and truth remain, the name and the love of Jesus shall never be forgotten. It shall be the sweetest part of our heaven to see him on the throne,—to see him bending with infinite delight over his beloved Church,-to hear that shout of praise from all the redeemed, from all the angels, from all the holy creation. It shall be our heaven to bow with them and join the song.

But poor miserable sinners, where will you be? While all this burst of joy and praise is heard in heaven, where will you be? During all the coming ages of that glorious eternity, where will you be? While your blessed parents and friends are feasting above, O where will you be? Saying "to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of his wrath is come and who shall be able to stand?"

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SERMON XXXIII.

N I PUT THEE AMONG THE CHILDREN.

JER. III. 19.

How shall I put thee among the children and give thee a 1, a goodly heritage of the host of nations? And I said, Thou my Father, and shalt not turn away from me.

These words were primarily addressed to the ten tribes of Israel, who had been carried captive about a century before by the king of Assyria. God seems to be revolving in his mind the immense difficulties in the way of restoring them to the character of children and to the land and privileges of their fathers, and inquires with himself, or proposes the inquiry to them, how so great a restoration could be accomplished. To the eye of reason it seemed impossible. They had been transported into the country of the Medes, and other nations had been brought in to possess their lands and to fill their cities. The whole authority of the Assy

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