Court but seventeen, an early monument of free grace! Are you forty, or fifty, is not that time? Is it time for the poor prisoners to be converted that are to be hanged to-morrow morning? if it is time for them, it is time for you, for you may be dead before them. There was a poor woman, but two or three days ago, that was damning and cursing most shockingly, now she is a dead corpse, was taken suddenly, and died away. God grant, that may not be the case with any of you; the only way to prevent it is, to be enabled to think that now is an accepted time, that now is the the day of salvation. Let me look round, and what do you suppose I was thinking; why, that it is a mercy we have not been in hell a thousand times. How many are there in hell that used to say, Lord convert me, but not now? One of the good old Puritans says, Hell is paved with good intentions. Now can you blame me, can you blame the ministers of Christ if this is the case, can you blame us for calling after you, for spending and being spent for your souls? it is easy for you to come to hear the gospel, but you do not know what nights and days we have; what pangs we have in our hearts, and how we travel in birth till Jesus Christ be formed in your souls. Men, brethren, and fathers, hearken, God help you, save, save, save yourselves from an untoward generation. To night somebody sits up with the prisoners; if they find any of them asleep, or nó sign of their being awake, they knock and call, and the keepers cry, awake! and I have heard that the present ordinary sits up with them all the night before their execution: therefore, don't be angry with me if I knock at your doors, and cry, poor sinners, awake! awake! and God help thee

to take care thou dost not sleep in an unconverted state to-night. The court is just sitting, the executioner stands ready, and before to-morrow, long before to-morrow, Jesus may say of some of you Bind them hand and foot. The prisoners to-morrow will have their hands tied behind them, their thumbstrings must be put on, and their fetters knocked of; they must be tied fast to the cart, the cap put over their faces, and the dreadful signal given: if you were their relations would not you weep? don't be angry then with a poor minister for weeping over them that will not weep for themselves. If you laugh at me I know Jesus smiles. I cannot force a cry when I will; the Lord Jesus Christ be praised, I am free from the blood of you all: if you are damned for want of conversion, remember you are not damned for want of warning. Thousands that have not the gospel preached to them, may say, Lord, we never heard what conversion is; but you are gospel proof, and if there is any deeper place in hell than another, God will order gospel-despising Methodists to be put in there. You will have dreadful torments; to whom so much is given, much will be required. How dreadful to have minister after minister, preacher after preacher, say, Lord God, I preached, but they would not hear. Think of this professors, and God make you possessors.

You that do possess a little, and are really converted, God convert you and me every hour in the day; for there is not a believer in the world but has got something in him that he should be converted from; the pulling down of the old house, and building up the new one, will be a work till death. Do not think I am speaking to the unconverted only, but to you that are convert

ed. God convert you from lying a-bed in the morning; God convert you from your conformity to the world; God convert you from lukewarmness; God convert us from ten thousand things which our own hearts must say we want to be converted from; then you will have the spirit of the living God. Do not get into a cursed Antinomian way of thinking, and say, I thank God I have the root of the matter in me: I thank God that I was converted twenty or thirty years ago; and once in Christ always in Christ; and though I can go to a public-house and play at cards, or the like, yet, I bless God, I am converted. Whether you was converted formerly or not, you are perverted now; and may God convert you all to close Christianity with God!

You that are old professors, don't draw young ones back from God, by saying, ah! you will come down from the mount by and by; you will not always be so hot; and instead of encouraging poor souls, you will pull them down, because you have left your first love: would you have Jesus Christ catch you napping, with your lamps untrimmed?

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Oye servants of the most high God, if any you are here to night, though I am the chief of sinners, and the least of all saints, suffer the word of exhortation. I am sure I preach feelingly now; God knows, I seldom sleep after three in the morning; I pray every morning, Lord, convert me, and make me more a new creature to-day. I know I want to be converted from a thousand things, and ten thousand more: Lord God, confirm me; Lord God revive his work.

You young people, I charge you to consider; God help you to repent and be converted, who wooes and invites you. You middle aged people,

O that you would repent and be converted. You old grey-headed people, Lord make you repent and be converted, that you may thereby prove that your sins are blotted out. Ó I could preach till I preached myself dead; I could be glad to preach myself dead, if God would convert you! O God bless his work on you, that you may blossom and bring forth fruits unto God. Amen.

Amen and

SERMON VI.

THE BELOVED OF GOD.

DEUT. Xxxiii. ver. 12.

And of Benjamin, he said, The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety, by him: and the Lord shall cover him all the day long, and he shall dwell between his shoulders.

H! what a dismal sight is it, to see an old man with his hoary head grown grey in sin, and hardened in iniquity. On the other hand, I believe to all that coner rightly, there is no grander sight almost under the sun, than to see an old grey-headed man keeping up a consistent character; and proving, by his conduct, that his path, like that of the just, is as the shining light, that shineth more and more to the perfect day: especially when persons have been called to act in a public character; when they have been eminent either for the highness of their station, or for the largeness of their income. It is on this account

that I admire old Jacob; how grand he looked when leaning on his staff, with all the composure in the world, under a divine influence, Blessing his children standing round him. But, methinks, there is one who was called to act a more public part, namely, Moses, who was honoured of God to be a great legislator, king in Jeshurun, a lawgiver between Judah's feet, as pupils used to be at the feet of their teachers, to receive their instruction; if you have a mind to see how bright he shines, you must read Deut. xxxii. indeed you must read all Deuteronomy, which is nothing but a sermon that Moses, at various times, preached to the children of Israel; and having done preaching, he sang a hymn of his own composing, and that too at a time when he knew, at the very finishing of the song, he should immediately have his soul kissed away, and be called to sing a better song in the kingdom of heaven. A person would need a good deal of composure, a good deal of the Spirit's influences, a large measure of it, cheerfully thus to stand in the view of death, just on the very borders of the grave; you see this in chap. xxxii. and here in chap. xxxiii. One would have thought he had said enough, yet he seems as it were not to know how to leave off; he parted from the people blessing them; they had used him ill, they provoked him in the wilderness; he had bore with them many, many long years; sure you would have thought he would have went away in a huff; no, that eminent sun by no means goes down in wrath; his eyes did not so much as wax dim, nor his intellectual powers impair in all that time: he sweetly gives them all a blessing before he goes. If you read this chap. xxxiii. you will find how various, yet special, are the blessings which, in a