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we shall hear a voice like that, Rev. xi. 12. “Come up hither, “ and immediately we shall be in the spirit ;" for how ardently foever, we long for that desirable day, Christ longs for it more than we can do.
4. The husbandman is glad of the first-fruits, that encourages him, though the greatest part be yet out: and have not you received the first-fruits of that glory? Have you not earnests, pledges, and first-fruits of it? 'T'is your own fault, if every day you feed not upon such blessed comforts of the spirit, Rom. viii. 23. Rom. v. 2. 1 Pet. viii. 9. () how might the interpofing time, even all the days of your patience here be sweetned with such prelibations of the glory to come!
5. Husbandmen know.'tis best to reap, when 'tis fit to reap; one handful fully ripe, is worth many Theaves of
sheaves of green com. And you know, heaven will be sweetest to you when you are fittest for it, the child would pluck the apple whilst it's green, but he might gather it easier, and taste it sweeter, by tarrying longer for it.
We would fain be glorified per faltum. When have got a taste of heaven, we are all in haste to be gone. Then, O that I had wings as a dove ! I would fly away and be at rest. Then we cry to God for ourselves, as Mofes for his fifter Miriam, “ Heal her (now], O God, I beseech thee!" Numb. xii. 13. Glorify me now, O Lord, I pray thee! But, furely, as God hath contrived thy glory in the best of ways, so he hath appointed for thee the fittest of seasons; and whenever thou art gathered into glory, thou shalt come as a shock of corn in its season.
REFLECTION S. The longing
I have waited for thy salvation, O God! Hafoul's reflection. ving received thy first-fruits, my soul longs to
fill its bosom with the full ripe fheaves of glory : “ As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, fo pantech
my foul for thee, O God! O when shall I come and appear « before God!!” I desire to be diffolved and to be with Christ! When shall I see that most lovely face? When fhall I hear his soul-transporting voice! Some need patience to die: I need it as much to live. Thy fights, O God, by faith, have made this world a burthen, this body a burden, and this foul to cry, like thirsty David, “O that one would give me of * the waters of Bethlehem to drink!” The husbandman longs for his harvest, because it is the reward of all his toil and labour. But what is his harvest to mine? What is a little corn to the enjoyment of God? What is the joy of harveft to the joy of heaven? What are the shoutings of men
my turn will
in the fields to the acclamations of glorified spirits in the kingdom of God ? Lord, I have gone forth, bearing more precious feed than they; when shall I return rejoicing, bringing my Heaves with me? Their harvest comes when they receive their corn ; mine comes when I leave it. O much defired! O day of gladness of iny heart! How long, Lord! how long ! Here I wait as the poor man at Bethesda's Pool, looking when
every one steps into heaven before me; yet, Lord, I am content to wait 'till my time is fully come: I would be content to stay for my glorification 'till I have finished the work of my generation ; and when I have done the will of God, then to receive the promise. If thou have any work on earth, to use me in, I am content to abide : behold, the huf. bandman waiteth, and so will I; for thou art a God of judgment; and blessed are all they that wait for thee. But how doth my flothful foul sink down
The lingring into the flesh, and settle itself in the love of this animal life? How doth it hug and wrap
Soul's reflection. up itself in the garment of this mortality, not defiring to be removed hence to the more perfect and blessed state? The husbandman is indeed content to stay 'till the appointed weeks of the harvest; but would he be content to wait always ? O my sensual heart ! is this life of hope as contentful to thee, as the life of vision will be? Why dost thou not groan within chyself, that this mortality might be swallowed up of life? Doth not the scripture describe the saints by their earnest looking for the mercy of our Lord Jefus unto eternal life? Jude 21. “ By their haftening unto the coming of the day « of God," 2 Pet. iii. 12. What is the matter, that my heart hangs back ? Doth guilt lie upon my conscience? Or, have I gotten into a pleasant condition in the world, which makes me fay as Peter on the mount, It is good to be here? Or want I the assurance of a better state? Must God make all my earthly comforts die, before I shall be willing to die? Awake faith, awake my love ; beat up the drowsy desires of my soul, that I may say, “Make halte my beloved, and come away.”
The P. O EM
The fruit of what he fows, 'Till every caufe have its effects, And then he
and mows : He works in hope the year throughout,
And counts no labour lost,
If, when the season comes about,
His harvest quits his coft.
Rebuke, and put to shame
And looks to reap the fame.
So kind a foil to grace,
Within so short a space ?
Like mushrooms in a night ;
As doth the morning light.
Much more is heaven to me.
To wait as well as he ?
By God's decrees, are set;
My foul shall quiekly get.
Which quickly will expire,
defire. Come, Lord! how long my soul hath gasp'd! Faith
In it's Redeemer's arms!
?Till thou, my God, do call : It is enough, eternity
Will make amends for all.
CH A P. XV.
Upon the Harvest-Seafon.
men walk through them, rub the ears, and finding
the grain full and solid, they prefently prepare their scythes and fickles; fend for their harvest-men, who quickly reap and mow them down; and after thefe follow the binders, who tie it up; from the field, where it grew, it is carried to the barn, where it is threshed out; the good grain gathered into an heap, the chaff separated and burnt, or thrown to the dung-hill. How bare and naked do the fields look after harvest, which before were pleasant to behuld? When the harvest-men enter into the field, it is (to allude to that, Joel ii. 3.) before them, like the garden of Eden, and behind them a desolate wildernefs ; and, in some places, 'tis usual to set fire to the dry stubble, when the corn is houfed; which rages furiously, and covers it all with athes.
himself, in Mat. xiii. 38, 39. “The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom ; the tares are “ the children of the wicked one; the enemy that fowed them *** is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; the reap
ers are the angels."
The field is the world; there both the godly and ungodly live and grow together, 'till they be both ripe ; and then they shall both be reaped down by death: death is the fickle, that reaps down both. I will open this allegory in the following particulars :
1. In a catching harvest, when the husbandman fees the clouds begin to gather, and grows black, he hurries in his corn with all poifible hafte, and houses it day and night.
So doth God, the great Husbandman; he hurries the saints into their graves, when judgments are coming upon the world ; Ifa. lvii. 1. The righteous perish, and no man layeth it to * heart ; and merciful men are taken away, none considering
that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.” Men thufelah died the year before the flood; Augustin a little before the facking of Hippo ;-Pareus just before the taking of Heidelburgh ; Luther a little before the wars broke out in Germany. But what speak I of fingle saints ? Sometimes the Lord houses great numbers together, before some sweeping judgment comes. How many bright and glorious stars did set almost together within the compass of a few years, to the astonishment of many wife and tender hearts in England ? I find fome of them thus ranked in a funeral clegy:
The learned Twiffe went first (it was his right :)
Long to have done their parts, and leave the stage. The Lord sees it better for them to be under-ground, than above-ground; and, therefore, by a merciful providence, sets them out of harm's way.
2. Neither the corn, nor tares, can possibly resist the sharp and keen fickle, when it is applied to them by the reaper's hand; neither can the godly or ungodly resist the stroke of death, when God inflicts it; Eccl. viii 8. “No man can keep
alive his own soul in the day of death; and there is no dif. “ charge in that war." The trail body of man is as unable to withstand that stroke, as the weak reeds, or feeble stalks of the corn, are to resist the keen fcythe and sharp fickle.
3. The reapers receive the wheat, which they cut down, into their arms and bosom. Hence that expression, by way of im precation upon the wicked, Psalm cxxix. 6, 7. “ Let them be as « the grass upon the house-top, which withers before it grows
up; wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that « bindeth sheaves, his bosom.” Such withered grass are the wicked, who are never taken into the reaper's bosom ; but as foon as faints are cut down by death, they fall into the hands and bosoms of the angels of God, who bear them in their arms and bosoms to God their father, Luke xvi. 22. For look, as these blessed spirits did exceedingly rejoice at their conversion, Luke xv. 10. and thought it no difhonour to minister to them, whilst they stood in the field, Heb. i. 14. So when they are cut down by death, they will rejoice to be their convoy to hea
4. When the corn and weeds are reaped or mowed down, they shall never grow any more in that field; neither shall we ever return to live an animal life any more after death, Job vii. 9, 10. “ As the cloud is consumed, and vanisheth away; 16 so he that goeth down to the grave,
shall come up no more ; " he shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place 56 know him any more.”
Lastly, (to come home to the particular subjectof this chapter) the reapers are never fent to cut down the harvest 'till it be fully ripe ; neither will God reap down saints or finners ’uill