REFLECTIONS

BLESSED Jesus! Wheresoever I turn mine eyes, throughout the whole volume of thy sacred word, how precious is it to my longing soul to behold thee set forth by the Holy Ghost, and glorified to my view. Lord, I pray thee, let this sweet Psalm be among the Michtams of my heart.

I will look to thee, O Lord, in all my afflictions. It is right, it is but just, that my God and Father should take displeasure at my wanderings. The land indeed may well tremble for the breaches sin hath made in our poor fallen nature. But look, Lord, I pray thee, to the Man at thy right hand, even to the Son of Man, whom thou hast made so strong for thine own self: look unto Jesus, who for his redeemed hath drunk the wine of astonishment, even until his precious soul cried out in the bitterness of it, My soul is exceeding sorrowful even unto death. Holy Father! was not thine Holy One thus exercised, and made sin for his people, that they might be made the righteousness of God in him? Oh! for grace to believe this, and everlastingly to live in the enjoyment of it.

Precious Jesus! thou hast gotten thyself the victory, and thine own arm hath brought salvation. Bring me then, Lord, under thy banner; bring me into thy banqueting house. Help me by precious faith to rejoice now, in the blessed prospect of that glory that shall be revealed. Yea, blessed Lord, let me see myself sitting by faith in heavenly places, in and with thyself. And enable me to exult, as thy servant did of his Gilead, and his Manasseh, and his Ephraim, of my Lord Jesus, and his kingdom, and his power, and his glory. Surely if I am Christ's, then am I Abraham's seed, and an heir according to the promise. Oh! let me hear thy voice day by day with this assurance, until thou shalt take me home to the everlasting enjoyment of my God and Christ forever.

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