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through his name; and, after about eighteen years faithful and close walk with God, he died in the rejoicing of hope, and blessed Him who sent the meanest of his creatures to open his ears to instruction.
MERCY AND JUDGMENT.
In the last century, a Scots gentleman, of the name of Wastraw, was remarked by all for his profaneness; but, particularly, for a sanguinarydisposition, it being his study and delight to excite quarrels, which ended in bloodshed. Haviog succeeded in forcing a neighboring gentleman to kill another, and finding him greatly troubled on account of it, he gave him this horrid advice, namely, to practise it more as the best cure; for, that he himself had killed six men; that, on the first occasion he was rendered uneasy; but, by a repetition of such deeds, he became quiet.
As Mr. W. was one day riding to a place where two persons had engaged to decide a quarrel by a duel, his horse stumbled on the side of a steep rock and threw him down it a considerable depth, his sword falling out before him, yet without any hurt! His mind was greatly affected by this peculiar deliverance. The Lord broke in npon his conscience with great convictions of sin. Detesting the object of his journey, he immediately returned home; where a gracious change was long evidenced by deep repentance and teuderness of heart. He spent much time in private, mourning on account of his sin. On the day of his death, which was not expected by any, he was overa heard to be wrestling in prayer for a long time; at length, the family, after waiting for him, and knocking much at his chamber door in vain, were constrained to break it
open; when to their great surprise, he was found dead on his kuces, a vast quantity of blood baving issued from every passage of his budy,aod swimming about the floor;* an awful proof to the world, that though God will pardun the sins of his people, yet he will not suffer some sins to pass without a visible mark of his anger, and taking ven, geance on their inventions.
A THOUGHT ON DEATH.
METHINKS I hear the solemn knell
Of some departed soul!
And flies beyond the pole.
And tarry far behind;
Nor trace her unconfin’d.
Quick as the light that brings the day,
She mounts to yonder sky;
What tis for man to die!
But ah! no tongue can e'er unfold,
What souls departing feel;
What yet they all conceal.
Where God will not reveal;
And what the dead conceal.
* Charles IX. of France, the author of that dreadful massante, whereby the blood of so many thousand Protestants, at Preis was shed, died by an extraordinary effusion of blood from all the passages of his body.
Hail, happy hour! come, glorious day!
When I shall take my flight,
To yonder realms of light.
THE SEALING OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.
[In a letter to the Editor of the Evangelical Magazine.] Some months passed over,
late restoration to the knowledge, love, and powerful experience of the truth, before I was led to consider what may be meant by being sealed with the Holy Spirit. Perhaps this sealing may consist of two parts, which necessarily go together. Our com. fortable persuasion of God's knowing us as his children and an abiding faith; or, if you will, assurance that he is our reconciled, loving Father in Christ, both arising from, and founded upon the word of God. No wonder we cryAbba, Father, when the Lord enlargeth our hearts with the invig. orating rays of his glory, with the energetic constraints of his love, and the indisputable feeling of his presence. But to have no doubt of his love, of the validity of his promise to us, when beat down with a consciousness of guilt; when deprived of the felt effects of his gospel; when unhinged for praying, &c. is quite a different thing. Yet, I believe this state of mind, or rather, strength of faith, is gifted to some, perhaps to thousands of the Lord's dear people in the present world. Indeed, I enjoy, at present, something of this nature. The Lord hath so stamped upon my mind the immutability of his character, the un. changeableness of his record, that I have met with nothing, for months past, to make me donbt of his love. I hato sin; I would depart from all iniquity if I could. I know sin hath crept into the hearts of God's dearest servants in every age; that a body of sin will accompany the best to their graves; that God hath reserved perfect freedom from a depraved nature to the heavenly Jerusalem; that he has promised certain deliverance in the end; that he will never leave nor forsake me; and a number of such truths so dwell upon my mind, even when I am melancholy through the prevalence of iniquity, that I have no doubt of the con. tinuance of God's love, and of the evidence I shall by and by have of its reality to my sipful soul. Some may call this presumption, others fanaticism; but, as for me, I consider it the result of redeeming love; a temper as far above my power to produce, as to change myself into an archae. gel. Dare I boast of it? No; pride and every sin so far mars it, but not so as to extinguish it.
Some might say surely he has no fear of death! I know not how I would be affected, were be this moment to appear; but, I feel no torinenting or distressing fear of him. I am enabled to commit that important crisis to the bare of my great Savior. His honor and faithfulness, as well as niy safety and comfort, are concerned in that matter. It is miue to held fast the beginning of my confidence firm unto the end; it is his to be faithful to the word upon which he hath caused my soul to hope. I know well about the terrors of death; few have drank deeper into the cup. My deliverance from them was neither a human nor angelic work, but the doing of the Lord, which is still fresh upon my mind, and wondrous in mine eyes.
Praise the Lord, O my soul! Hosanna in the highest.
I find the witnessing of the Spirit is to and by the word. He removes every cloud from it; gives a peculiar kind of perception of the truth contained in it; draws the man
to take the comfort it contains, freely, and without reserve.
The Spirit gives such a knowledge of, and delight io the onice law of God, as makes him hate unbelief, consider faith not at be only a duty, but a pleasant privilege. He is led, from dis.
coveries of God in the word, to abhor, and aim at abstaining from, every thought derogatory to the divine glory. Sin. fal thoughts ruffle and distress him, no less than sinful words and actions. He loves God; he desires to obey
him. He knows that with the mind he must serve him; cate that God is offended if he does not. He knows, from ex.
perience, if his heart be not watched, his peace and com. fort are injured, and that he proportionably becomes in. disposed to upright walking.
Daily foils and failures concur with scripture, in demon. strating the need I have to give up the government of my mind to Jesus. Sin being admitted, my confidence in God is marred. The persuasion of having formerly received many marks of the divine favor, does not always reinstate my joy; nor am I much advantaged by strong efforts against rising corruption, nor by peremptory resolutions. Upon scrutiny, I find a degree of self interwoven with all these plans. The query now is, How theo do I obtain re. lief? Suppose my complaint to be an ungovernable mind;
up the Bible, and read what assurances or promises the Lord has made about keeping the minds of his people, of living, walking, and reigning in them. I recollect the character of Christ, that he uniformly acts in correspond. ence with his word; that it is my duty to believe what he says, and I do assure you I find it my interest.
Again; I have sinned, and do deserve to be punished. I must not attempt to extenuate my guilt. To atone is