grace—because the Redeemer has died for them—his righteousness is imputed to them—and because the holy Spirit takes possession of their hearts—sanctifies them in a moment—and because God has ordained the glory of himself, in the everlasting salvation and happiness of those who are not able to save themselves. I acknowledge the salvation of all infants has been a subject of dispute, amongst many, and Satan has taken the advantage to distress many a parent upon the subject. But secret things belong to the Lord, our God, the things that are revealed belong to us. Here we want grace to rest, yet I am bold to affirm, that we have no one solid proof of the everlasting destruction of an infant. It is no where positively _asserted_ nor yet _implied_. I am now speaking of babes. Millions have been destroyed in public calamities, and died a corporeal death, but not punished with an everlasting death; nor can we find any infants amongst those of whom it is affirmed, that they suffer the vengeance of eternal fire. It was David’s consolation that his child was saved, though born under adulterous circumstances. I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. This does not refer to the grave, for there could be but little pleasure in that thought, but to eternal rest. The pious Shunamite woman said of the death of her son, It is well. And the Lord promised that that son of Jereboam should go to his grave, because in that child there was found some good thing toward the Lord God of Israel. Thousands of dear children were massacred by order of Herod, with an intent to murder the Redeemer. These dear children were the first martyrs for Christ, and the Lord assures us of their salvation, (Jeremiah xxxi, 15, 16, 17.) to which I refer you. The _border_ there spoken of, is most undoubtedly the millennium, the heavenly country, where these precious stones would adorn the crown of the Redeemer, and be everlasting monuments of the wonders of his grace. These dear children will to eternity, acknowledge how infinitely indebted they are to the adorable trinity in unity, for so great a salvation. And now they range the heavenly plains, And sing his love in melting strains; Or, overwhelm’d with rapture sweet, Sink down adoring at his feet.