hen
singing with the Son of God! Think again and again with what joy and
devotion you would have then sung had this really been your happy state;
and what a punishment you would have thought it to have then been silent.
And let that teach you how to be affected with psalms and hymns of
thanksgiving.' Yes; and it is no imagination; it was our own experience
only this morning and afternoon to join in a music that was never made in
this world, but which was as outlandish as was the meat which we ate
while the music was being made.

'Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,
And not forgetful be
Of all His gracious benefits
He hath bestow'd on thee.

Who with abundance of good things
Doth satisfy thy mouth;
So that, ev'n as the eagle's age,
Renewed is thy youth.'

The 103rd Psalm was never made in this world. Musicians far other than
those native to Mansoul made for us our Lord's-Table Psalm.

5. And then, the riddles that were made upon the King Himself, and upon
Emmanuel His Son, and upon Emmanuel's wars and all His other doings with
Mansoul. And when Emmanuel would expound some of those riddles Himself,
oh! how they were lightened! They saw what they never saw! They could
not have thought that such rarities could have been couched in so few and
such ordinary words. Yea, they did gather that the things themselves
were a kind of portraiture, and that, too, of Emmanuel Himself. This,
they would say, this is the Lamb! this is the Sacrifice! this is the
Rock! this is the Door! and this is the Way! with a great many other
things. At Gaius's supper-table they sat up over their riddles and nuts
and sweetmeats till the sun was in the sky. And it would be midnight and
morning if I were to show you the answers to the half of the riddles.
Take one, for an example, and let it be one of the best for the communion-
day. 'In one rare quality of the orator,' says Hugh Miller, writing
about his adored minister, Alexander Stewart of Cromarty, 'Mr. Stewart
stood alone. Pope refers in his satires to a strange power of creating
love and admiration by just "touching the brink of all we hate." Now,
into this perilous, but singularly elective department, Mr. Stewart could
enter with safety and at will. We heard him, scarce a twelvemonth since,
deliver a discourse of singular power on the sin-offering as minutely
described by the divine penman in Leviticus. He described the
slaughtered animal--