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ing the glad tidings of free ſalvation!—Be ⟨ſhut⟩, my ears, reſolutely ſhut, againſt the malevolent whiſpers of ſlander, and the contagious breath of filthy talking; but be ⟨ſwift⟩ to hear the inſtructions of wiſdom, be ⟨all⟩ attention, when your Redeemer ſpeaks; ⟨imbibe⟩ the precious truths and convey them ⟨carefully⟩ to the heart.—Carry me my feet, ⟨to⟩ the temple of the Lord; to the beds of ⟨the⟩ ſick, and houſes of the poor—May all ⟨my⟩ members, devoted entirely to my divine ⟨Maſter⟩, be the willing inſtruments of ⟨promoting⟩ his glory.
Then, ye embalmers, you may ſpare your ⟨pains⟩: theſe works of faith, and labours of ⟨love⟩; theſe ſhall be my ſpices and perfumes. Enwrapped in theſe, I would lay me gently ⟨down⟩ and ſleep ſweetly in the bleſſed Jesus; ⟨hoping⟩ that God will "give commandment of concerning my bones;" and one day fetch ⟨them⟩ up from the duſt, as ſilver from the ⟨furnace⟩, purified, "I ſay not, ſeven times, but ſeventy times ſeven."
Reſurrection! that chearing word eases ⟨my⟩ mind of an anxious thought, and ſolves ⟨a⟩ moſt momentous queſtion. I was going ⟨to⟩ aſk, "Wherefore do all theſe corpſes lie here, in this abject condition? Is this their final ſtate? Has death conquered? and will the tyrant hold captivity captive? How long wilt thou forget them, O Lord? For ever?——"No, saith the voice from
