i T H E HEAVENLY CONTEMPLATION. FROM RASTER 9 SAINTS REST. “Draw yet nearer, O my soul! with thy most fervent love. Here is matter for it to work hpon', something worth thy lpving. O see what beauty presents itself! Is not all the beauty in the world united here? Is not all other beauty but defor mity? DoisT tfrtrti now need to be persua ded to love? Here is a feast forthfoe eyes, and air the powers of thy soul: dbst thbu need entreaties to feed upon? Canst thou love a little shining earth, a walking piece of clay? and eahst thou not ft/Ve-that God, that Christ, that glory, which are so truly and unmeasurably lovely? Thou diinkt lover thy friend, bechube he loves thee; and is the love pf a friend like’ the love of Christ?^ Their weeping or bleed ing for thee, does not ease thee, nor stay the course of thy tears or blood; but the tears and blood that fell from thy Lord, have a sovereign, healing' virtue, O my eoiil! if love deserves, and should' beget *Iove, what incomprehensible love is here before thee! Pour out all the store of thy affections herer-and all is too little. O that it were more! O that it were many thousand timr'es more? Let him be first ser ved, that served thee first. Let him have the first-born and strength of thy soul, who parted with strength, and life, and lore for thee; G^niy soul! dost thou love for excellency? Yonder is the region of light; this is the land of darkness* Yon der twinkling stars, that shining moon, and radiant sun, are alt but lanterns, hung out of tny Father’s house, to light thee while thou walkest in this dark wofTd. But how little dost thou- know1 the glory and blessedness that ate within! Dost thou love for suitableness? What per rfoh more suitable than Christ? His God head and humanity, his fulness and free dess, his willingness and constancy, all proclaim bin) thy most suitable friends What state ihore suitable to' thy misery, tharf merc5"? or to thy sin and pollution, than honor and perfection?. What pla