genuine, that Jesus is ours, and we are his, that we are interested in the promises of a faithful God, and we believe and are _sure_, that when he shall appear, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. This is the seal, the secret, the hidden, the deep the sure things of God; this makes known to us his love, it is his own mark,—his own seal,—our security from the vengeance of the Almighty, when his desolating judgment go through the land,—our security from eternal death, and secures our redemption from the grave. Grieve not, the holy spirit whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption;—truly dreadful and presumptuous, are those who attempt to imitate this seal of the spirit; particularly a certain pretended Prophetess who attempts to seal those who embrace her lies, by writing certain words, and assuring her deluded followers they are to be made heirs of God, and joint-heirs of Christ; whereas the Lord’s elect Have been made so from all eternity, and it is the blessed work of the holy spirit to assure the conscience of its eternal security in Christ.—Not written on a piece of paper which may be lost, stolen, worn out, or burnt, but the seal of the spirit will stand for ever. “When the last fire burns all things here, These letters shall securely stand, And in the Lamb’s fair book appear, Wrote by the Eternal Father’s hand.” We notice the direction on it, to our Lord Jesus Christ, the Covenant Elect Head, the Redeemer and Saviour of poor lost sinners, whose I am by gift, by purchase, by power, by conquest, and dedication, first presented to him by the adorable Father in the counsels of peace; then by the eternal spirit at my conversion, and having his image written on my soul. I am directed to him as my owner, my portion, my master, my eternal all,—from him I derived my spiritual life; to him I am devoted, I am his sole property and shall be to him a praise, a glory and honour according as he purposed from all eternity that I should be to the praise and glory of his own grace, formed for himself, to shew forth his praise, this is the direction written by the spirit, and as the soul now rises often to him in sweet affection, so it will at death, when the writing is finished, and to all eternity rivers of love, joy, and satisfaction will flow from him to his dear elect, so it will sweetly return to him again. “The place from whence the rivers flow, Thither they return again.”