REFLECTIONS

MY soul! read again, and again, thine own history in this account of Israel's departure and backsliding. Can any portrait be more strikingly drawn! How hath the Lord overlooked and passed by thy disobedience! By how many messages of grace, like the angel from Gilgal, hath the Lord sent to call thy ways to remembrance? Oh! for the gracious office of God the Holy Ghost, to act as the Remembrancer in my forgetful heart, to make my soul like Bochim before God.

Dearest Jesus! how increasingly interesting, in every renewed view of my unworthiness, is thy lovely person, and thy complete righteousness. Oh! mayest thou be made to me wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption. I see, I feel, and groan under the recollection, in how many things I offend and come short of thy glory. Though like Joshua to Israel, I hope and trust thou hast begun to magnify thy great name in bringing me into the privilege of thy people, yet too many of the Canaanites are in the land. I do not see all things put under thy feet: But I look forward with the hope, that in thy strength and power, I shall by and by, be enabled to put my feet upon the neck of these foes. Lord! in thy name let me rejoice all the day, and in thy righteousness be exalted.

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