more sea.

and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away ; and there was no

And I, John, saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven, saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men; and he will dwell among them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write ; for these words are true and faithful. And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely." How certain are my expectations, and what suitable supplies of grace are assured to me in the interim, since he who is the Alpha and Omega of the universe, is also the author and finisher of

my

faith!

The signs of the days in which I live, and the state of things, both in and out of the church, seem to give new force to the prophetic oracle,

"THE TIME IS AT HAND.

Behold, I come

And when I shall have beheld that transforming vision, and thereby shall have been rendered 6 like him,"

;" * he who was the Alpha of my happiness and my hope, will also be its Omega. There never will be a point, even through unlimited eternity, when he will cease to be, or will be less the source of my felicity. I shall behold, in his eternity, the perpetuity of my own existence and my own joys. Lord, let me not incur the guilt of looking short of thee; beyond thee, I cannot look for my enjoyments. While I profess to anticipate in thee and from thee alone the sum total of my future and everlasting happiness, surely I may take thee as my sufficient portion, through the present short life, who art to be the fulness of my joy forever.

My Saviour! what a theme for mortal tongue!
For never yet hath burning spirit flung
O’er thrilling chord his rapture-waking hands,
To theme so great, 'mid heaven's seraphic bands.
Through the long silence of eternal night,
Thou wast, enthroned in uncreated light;
Thyself a universe — thyself thine all!
And when, of thy mere goodness, thou didst call

Angelic worlds around thee, sweetly rolled
Their strains o'er harps of pure, ethereal gold.
They sung thee, GoD creation's fount and end,
Their sovereign Benefactor, Lord, and Friend.
Their HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, pealed around,
Deep echoing through immensity's profound;
Yet none, amidst their shining hosts of light,
E'er hailed thee SAVIOUR! that supreme delight
Reserved for guilty man - for guilty me!
To sing through time, and through eternity.

ALMIGHTY.

MY SAVIOUR is "THE ALMIGHTY.”

I have his

own high and supreme authority for it, in his revelation of himself to St. John.* He who made all things, and by whom all things consist, has exhausted none of his power by its boundless exercise through eternal ages. He is still able to do all things,—"able to save to the uttermost all that come unto God by him;" and, since he stands engaged by covenant to do all he can for his people, they are secure of having all things effected for them.

Does an aged patriarch, in his hundredth year, feel a rising anxiety as to the accomplishment of God's promises? Is he ready to ask, “How