I would again glance at this Text in another sense. Having considered the evil days coming on the body in this verse, let us once more survey some days of evil, in which I am sure you and I can say I have no pleasure in them. _Fear shall be in the way_, _and the Almond tree shall flourish_; _the Grasshopper be a burden_, _and desire shall fail_, _for man goeth to his long home_, _and the mourners go about the streets_. Without turning, twisting, or wresting this Text, I am forcibly struck with the following thoughts, which I must pen and send you. 1st. The Believer’s home. 2ndly. The way to it. 3rdly. The fears which attend him. 4thly. Their cause, which is a source of grief, and causes the spiritual mourners to go about the streets of Zion. I know of no dwelling or resting place, for a soul born of God, but the everlasting love of God in Covenant; the Person and Work of the Lord Jesus Christ. This is my habitation, my dwelling, my resting place; nor is there any safety, happiness, felicity, or peace, any where else. All that are born of God, naturally, in this sense, tend to this one grand object. Hence the question of a seeking soul, Does God love me? Did Jesus die for me?—and after the soul knows this, yet in general, there is a thirsting after greater knowledge, and greater enjoyment of it, nor is a Believer ever at home but when he is here. He rests not in his attainments of this knowledge, but is anxious to go on to know the Lord, in his infinite love; to feel more, to enjoy more, to be delighted with more of it, till he arrives at perfect bliss, and is filled with all the fulness of God, which is love. He tastes what the poet did, and has exprest in these two lines: ’Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.