it is thine own by covenant; it is marked and sealed for thine own by thy Spirit; and thou hast promised not to lose it. Thou wast made like thy brethren, that thou mightest be "a merciful and faithful High Priest in things pertaining to God," to make reconciliation for our sins. By thy blood we have boldness to enter into the holiest; even by the new and living consecrated way. Cause me to draw near with a sincere heart, in full assurance of faith; for he is faithful who has promised life through thee. Faithful and true are all thy promises. Thou hast promised rest to weary souls that come unto thee. I am weary of suffering and of sin; weary of my flesh, and weary of my darkness, and dulness, and distance; and of this wicked and unrighteous world. And whither should I look for rest, but to my heavenly Father, and to thee? I am but a bruised reed; but thou wilt not break me. I am but a smoking flax; but thou wilt not quench what thy grace hath kindled. The Lord redeemeth the souls of his servants, and none of them that trust in thee shall be desolate; therefore will I wait on thy name, for it is good, and will trust in the mercy of God for ever. Thou art my hope, O Lord God! thou art my

trust from my youth; my praise shall be continually of thee. O God! forsake me not!" I had fainted unless I had believed, to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living." The sun may cease to shine on man, and the earth to bear us; but God will never cease to live, nor to be faithful to his promises. Blessed be the Lord, who hath commanded me so safe and quieting a duty, to trust him, and cast all my care on one who has promised to care for me.

HYMN.

My God! my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth:

Thy hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.

Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year,

Behold! my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care.

Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise:
And round me let thy glory shine,

Whene'er thy servant dies.

Then in the history of my age,

When men review my days,

They'll read thy love in every page ;
In every line thy praise.

A Thanksgiving Prayer for an aged, or dying Christian.

Alas! dear Lord, I am ashamed that to love and praise thee should be a work of difficulty! What should I love, if not goodness and love itself? That merciful Father who made me, that I might love him; who redeemed me, that by love he might win my love; and sanctified me to dispose my soul to love him? What shall I praise, if not infinite perfection? the glory of whose power, wisdom, and goodness, shines forth in the whole creation! Heaven and earth praise thee! And am I no part of heaven or earth? The whole creation proclaims thy glory? And am I not a part of thy creation? Thy very enemies when redeemed, reconciled, and forgiven, praise the love and grace of their Redeemer! And am I not one of these? Thy saints all love thee; for love is the essence of a saint: they praise thee; for this is the work of saints. And am I not one of these? I am less than the least of all thy mercies; but it is not the least of thy mercies which I have received. And if a life full of mercies has not brought forth a life full of love and

praise, let it end in a loving and praising death.

A Prayer against Unbelief.

O Thou that knowest how deadly an enemy unbelief is to thy honour and my soul! send, I beseech thee, that heavenly light to my mind, which may banish and confound it. Let it not blaspheme thy truth, and imprison, and blind, and torment my soul. O Thou that givest the word, the Saviour, the heaven which I must believe! deny me not that faith by which I must believe them. It must be thy glory whose reflections must reveal thy glory to us; and a light from heaven that must shew us heaven. O send one beam, one beam, Lord, of that heavenly light into this dark sinful soul! that, with Stephen, I may see in my passage the glory of my blessed Lord to whom I go; and with Simeon may gladly say, "Lord, now let thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation!" One beam of thine will drive away the powers of darkness, and banish all these doubts and fears, and let in some of heaven into my

soul, before it is admitted into heaven! O thou blessed Spirit, the illuminator of dark imprisoned souls, remember not all my resistances of thy grace, and leave me not to the power of darkness and unbelief!

O Thou that art the Spirit of life, so quicken and actuate this sluggish soul, that the last part of my race may be run with vigour, and the last act of my life may be done in evidence of the heavenly influ ence, and may be more like the heavenly employment, than all the rest has been! Now kindle that fire of heavenly love in me; and give me some taste of the celestial joys, which may feelingly tell me that there is a heaven indeed; and may be the witness within, and the pledge and earnest that I shall live with Christ. My flesh and my heart now fail me; the world and all therein is nothing to me; I am taking my everlasting farewell of them all. But one beam of his face, and one taste of his love, who is my portion for ever, will be strength and joy to my departing soul, and better than this life and all its pleasures. Come, Lord, with all these seasonable comforts into my soul, that my soul may comfortably come to thee! My life had been but death, and