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A GLIMPSE OF GLORY.
silent, all creatures, when he begins to ſpeak; cover your faces, all you little glories and beauties, when he doth ſhew his face: you are nothing, you are vanity compared to him. He is all things. Verily 'in him dwells all fulneſs.' Thou art not, O heaven of heavens, worthy to be a foot-ſtool for his glorious feet. Infinite worlds, erected above one another, were low for him to tread upon. What are you, men and angels, that you ſhould thus ſtand beſide him? That you ſhall ſet your head with in that world, he is pleaſed to dwell in? Did he not wonderfully condeſcend, you might run out without the very creation? What is our ſtrength and beauty? On whoſe legs do we ſtand? Are we able for one moment, to perſevere in our integrity without him? Should we not all become deformed in ſin? Can he draw into himſelf what he darts forth? How is this paradiſe of GOD planted with goodly trees, bloſſoming and flouriſhing with an eternal verdour? But did they not receive ſap and life, and all from this golden 'Branch of the ſtem of Jeſſe,' how in a moment ſhould their golden bloſſoms wither, their fruit fall off, their leaves decay, and their root dry up? It is ten heavens of joy, o Well-beloved, to know that thy love is unchangeable; and that theſe that are united to thee, by faith, in time, and immediate beholding, in eternity, ſhall never be disjoined from thee; but ſhall ever remain cloſe locked in the arms of eternal love.
What are your thoughts, 'O ye ranſomed ones,' of this aſtoniſhing dispenfation? What an inconceivable tranſportation is this? that any of the curfed ſtock of mankind, ſhould be adopted. co-heirs with the eſſential Heir of all things! 'Of him are we, in Chriſt Jeſus, who of GOD is made unto us wiſdom, righteouſneſs, sanctification, redemption,
