any things
respecting conduct; but I missed the foundation. He repeated the
scriptures, 'Other foundation can no man lay,' etc. I said, Exactly:
off this foundation there is no salvation; on this foundation there
may be loss, but no condemnation. We have a great and merciful
High-priest, who can have compassion on the ignorant, and them who are
out of the way; and there may be straw, hay, stubble, which will be
burnt up, but the soul itself, being on the foundation, is safe. He
said with firmness, That will be burnt up in this world; without
holiness no man shall see the Lord. I said, True; but why avoid the
tenor of Scripture? read all the epistles; the Lord Jesus Christ, the
gift of God, the propitiatory sacrifice, the meritorious
law-fulfilling righteousness, is set forth, in every one of them, as
that which saves from wrath and entitles to eternal life. He said they
were all emblems of our being made holy in heart and life; Christians
were baptized unto the death of Christ, and rise with him to newness
of life, buried with him, etc. I granted that as one reading of these
words. He said every other view was shadow. I said, No--the blood of
bulls and goats is shadow; Christ himself, his person, his offices,
his life, his sufferings, his death, his burial, resurrection,
ascension, and intercession within the veil, are all substance--the
sole foundation of my hope, and my only plea at a throne of grace.

"Dear Name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus, my Husband, Shepherd, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring."

"ROCKAWAY, August, 1810.

"Hebrews is my ordinary, when no other passage of Scripture
attracts my particular attention. This is the third morning I have
opened the New Testament on the 14th chapter of John, and have fed
delightfully on the first three verses. There is at all times a thorn
in my heart, keeping me in continual remembrance of my vile,
ungrateful backslidings, so that I eat my sweetest morsels with bitter
herbs. It was particularly painful to me this morning; nevertheless;
the Lord God, merciful and gracious, repeated on my heart, 'Let not
your heart be t