number, and all the angels that burn around the throne, let him hear them in full chorus sing:—"Blessing and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honor, and power, and might be unto our God forever and ever;" so far would he be from participating in the general joy, that his misery would be increased. He would turn away with a look of malignant envy and deep despair, exclaiming—
"Which way I fly is hell,
Myself am hell."
The hope therefore that may be entertained by the ungodly, of finally sharing in the blessedness of heaven, is sure to meet with an awfully sad disappointment. "If we sow to the flesh, we shall of the flesh reap corruption, but if we sow to the Spirit, we shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting." And this work of sowing to the Spirit, must be attended to in the proper season. You have a day in which you may labour with success. But it is only a day—a day swiftly passing away. O why should
