troubled conscience, and fubdues the power of indwelling corruption; it confers "the glori

ous liberty of the Sons of God, and makes "feeble helpless man more than a conqueror;" it bruises Satan under his feet, and plucks the fting out of death,

Bur "we fee not yet all things put under" Meffiah the Prince. We have ftill to deplore the awful extent of of the empire of ignorance and error-the wilful ignorance of one part of mankind, and the mysteriously-permitted ignorance of another. We have flill to lament over the mul titudes who never heard of" redemption through the blood of Chrift," and over the ftill more wretched multitudes who madly trample it under their feet, as an unholy thing. We have ftill to mourn over the voluntary flaves of fin and fatan, and the unhappy victims of the fecond death. But let us not be difcouraged. The caufe of" the truth as it is in Jefus" has furmounted many difficulties, has vanquished many opponents, has levelled many strong holds. Had this counfel, and this work been of men, long before now it would have come to naught; but, being of God, it has not been overthrown, it cannot be overthrown. From the past we reason to the future. The Scriptures have been fulfilled, are fulfilling, and not one jot or one tittle fhall in any wife pa's -till

"all be fulfilled." In the feed promised to Abra"ham, fhall all the nations of the earth be blef "fed;" but "it is not for us to know the times or "the seasons, which the Father hath put in his "own power." But when we pray to our Father in heaven, we have encouragement to fay, "Thy

kingdom come; Thy will be in earth, as it is " in heaven."-"His name fhall endure for ever; "his name shall be continued as long as the fun : "and men fhall be bleffed in him; all nations "fhall call him bleffed. Bleffed be the Lord "God, the God of Ifreal, who only doth wond"rous things: and bleffed be his glorious name "for ever; and let the whole earth be filled with

"his glory." Amen, and amen.

LECTURE III.

John 11.-23, 26.

Jefus faith unto Martha, Thy brother shall rise again.

Martha faith unto him, I know that he shall rise again in the refurrection at the last day.

Jefus faith unto her, I am the refurrection and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

And whofeever liveth, and believeth in me, shall never die. Believest thou this ?

WHEN a beloved object is removed from us

by death, we refign it flowly and reluctantly.— The voice which has for many years vibrated delightfully on our ear, we are unwilling to believe is for ever filenced; we hang over the tremulous lips for a while, expecting when they fhall move again, and utter the founds which used to kindle the foul to rapture. I have seen my friend afleep. The animated orbs, which told me quick as thought what he felt and understood, underwent an eclipfe. I faw on his countenance the image of death, but rejoiced in the temporary fufpenfion, because I knew it was going to restore invigorated animation and intelligence. But that was the fleep of death. Thefe I must bury my eyes are to open no more.

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"dead out of my fight." Here nature leaves me to mourn; and philofophy offers a cold confolation which my heart rejects. Persuaded at length that I have loft what I loved, I purchase with Abraham a poffeffion of a burying place; I erect with Jacob a pillar over my Rachael's grave; I infcribe with David on the monumental urn facred to the memory of my Jonathan, "Lovely and pleasant in life, and in death un"divided." But ftill I am not at reft. Was that blessing bestowed upon me only to be taken away? Was my cup thus fweetened only to render this infufion more bitter? What is left but that my grey hairs defcend with forrow to the grave? Till "life and immortality were brought "to light by the gofpel," this was the fad eftimate of human existence; and a little cavity in the earth, or the afhes remaining from a funeral pile, fettled the account between the parent and the child, between the husband and his wife, between a man and his brother. But now the dark valley is illuminated: the king of terror is difarmed; my brother, my friend, my child is not dead, but fleepeth. "Let us alfo go and "die with him." It is the glory of Christianity, after having instructed, regulated, sweetened the life that now is, to disclose a continuation of being which knows no period.

MANY have, without the aid of revelation, agitated the question refpecting the foul's immortality; but the body never came into confideration. It was given up as for ever loft; and one half of that nations to whom the lively oracles of God were committed, openly denied the exiftence of angels and fpirits, and confequently the refurrection of the dead.. But now we are emboldened to demand, as Paul did of king Agrippa, "Why fhould it be thought a thing incre"dible with you that God should raise the dead?” Why should it be thought a thing incredible that He who, through a procefs of vegetation, rears the ftately oak out of the putrid acorn, and, through a progreffive animation, transforms the incrufted worm into the gaudy butterfly, and the feeble, unthinking. infant into the vigorous, intelligent man, fhould, for purposes ftill more noble," awake "the lumbering duft to. newness of life," and

change the vile body that it may be fashioned "like unto Chrift's glorious body?"

THIS is the "myftery, which was hid from ages "and generations," which the learned and polite Athenians laughed to scorn, which the refurrection of the Lord Jefus unfolded, and to which the believer in Jefus cleaves, as" all his falvation and "all his defire." This, therefore, fills up the mealure of God's goodness to the children of men,"