they are called. Let not man have the upper hand. Hasten the time when the accuser of the brethren shall be cast down, and when he shall deceive the world no longer.

Blessed consummation! At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow. Men shall be blessed in Him, and all nations shall call Him blessed. Let me see that day, gracious Lord, as a member of thy ransomed and glorified Church. Then will my prayers be ended. Even in anticipation of it I join with all who can truly sing

"Blessed be the Lord God, the God of Israel, who only doeth wondrous things, and blessed be his glorious name for ever: and let the whole earth be filled with his glory. Amen and Amen."

"Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.'

Summer.

The Type of Completed Salvation.

COLLECT FOR EASTER.

Almighty God, who, through thine only-begotten Son, Jesus Christ, hast overcome death, and opened unto us the gate of everlasting life, we humbly beseech Thee, that, as by thy special grace preventing us, Thou dost put into our minds good desires, so by thy continual help we may bring the same to good effect, through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

"I was a stricken deer that left the herd

Long since. With many an arrow deep infixed
My panting side was charged, when I withdrew
To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
There was I found by One, who had himself
Been hurt by th' archers. In his side He bore,
And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars.
With gentle force soliciting the darts

He drew them forth, and healed, and bade me live."

Cowper.

MORNING.

Meditation.

"Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed."-I PETER ii. 24.

WHAT unsearchable riches of mercy are here! Here I see a suffering Saviour: a Saviour suffering in my stead. My ransom was his life, the price of my redemption his obedience unto death, even the death of the cross. "He was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities." Yea, wounded and bruised for mine.

Let me meditate on the Lamb of God, the meek and lowly Jesus, as "He is led as a Lamb to the slaughter." Long before that last scene of agony, He has sorrowed and suffered, and has "endured the contradiction of sinners against Himself." See Him in the garden in that great sweat of blood,-prostrate on the ground: his soul amazed and very heavy: "exceeding sor

rowful, even unto death." Three times over He cries in his agony: "O my Father, let this cup pass!

Let me think of that scene in the judgment-hall, where, deserted by friends, He is confronted by malignant and powerful enemies. Blind to his Divine goodness, deaf to the voice of reason, dead to sweet pity, they mock and revile Him, and deride his kingly claims. They clothe Him with purple, and plait a crown of thorns and put it on his head; and they made long furrows on his back with the cruel scourge. And now they hurry Him through the streets with the savage cry: "Away with Him, away with Him; crucify Him, crucify Him!

They nail Him to the cross, and raise Him, naked and bleeding, amid shouts and laughter to the accursed tree. As He hangs between heaven and earth, they taunt and revile Him, "If Thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross." "He saved others: Himself He cannot save." And now, crown of all his sufferings, there comes the mysterious darkness, and the

clouded soul, and the exceeding bitter cry: "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" The Father has called "the sword to awake against his Shepherd and Fellow;" and it pierces home to the soul of the Son, who is "bearing our sins in his own body on the tree." He dies "the just for the unjust to bring us to God." He is "making peace through the blood of his cross."

Well may I ask, what must be the heinous guilt and "exceeding sinfulness" of that sin, which could not have been blotted out if the Lord had spared Him who was "made sin," who was made a curse for me? Ah! what sight so wonderful, so heart-subduing, as that of Christ dying on the cross for sinners! Behold how He loved us! Surely "his love was wonderful, passing the love of women." Here then is my hope. Life through the Saviour's death; salvation through his substitution; remission through his blood. Casting away every other hope of heaven but the death and righteousness of Christ, and clinging eagerly to his cross,