God's people coming out from the mass of the world, and telling what the Lord has done for their souls. When God's children are edified and built up, it is worth living for, and worth dying ten thousand deaths for, to be the means of saving one scul. What a joyful harvest it is when God gives us converted ones by tens and hundreds, and "adds to his church abundantly such as shall be saved." Now I am like a farmer just at this season of the year; I have got a good deal of wheat down, and I want to get it into the barn, for fear the rain comes and spoils it. I believe I have got a great many here, good pious Christian persons; but they will persist in standing out in the field. I want to get them into the barns. They are good people; but they do not like to make a profession and join the church. I want to get them into my Master's granary, and to see Christians added to the church. I see some holding down their heads and saying, he means me. So I do. You ought before this to have joined Christ's church; and unless you are fit to be gathered into Christ's little garner here on earth, you have no right to anticipate being gathered into that greater garner which is in heaven.

Every Christian has his harvest. The Sabbath-school teacher has his harvest. He goes, and he toils, and he plows very stony ground often; but he shall have his harvest. O, poor laboring Sabbath-school teacher, hast thou seen no fruit yet? Dost thou say, "Who hath believed our report, and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed ?" Cheer up, my brother, thou dost labor in a good cause; there must be some to do thy work. Hast thou seen no children converted? Well, fear not, you can not expect to see the seed spring up very early; but remember-

"Though seed lie buried long in dust,

It sha'n't deceive your hope:

The precious grain can ne'er be lust,
For God insures the crop."

Go on sowing still, and thou shalt have a harvest when thou shalt see children converted. I have known some Sabbathschool teachers who could count a dozen or twenty, or thirty children who have one after another come to join the church, and know the Lord Jesus Christ. But if you should not live

to see it on earth, remember you are only accountable for your labor, and not for your success. So still toil on! "Cast thy bread upon the waters, and thou shalt find it again after many days;" for God will not allow his word to be wasted: "It shall not return unto him void: it shall accomplish that which he pleases." But there is a poor mother who has been often sad. She has got a son or a daughter, and she has been always praying that God might convert their souls. Mother, thy son is an ungainly boy ctill; he grieves thy heart; still the hot tears scald thy cheeks on account of him. And thou, father, thou hast reproved him often; he is a wayward son, and he is still running the downward road. Cease not to pray. O, my brethren and sisters, who are parents, you shall have a harvest! There was a boy once, a very sinful child, who harkened not to the counsel of his parents; but his mother prayed for him, and now he stands. to preach to this congregation every Sabbath. And when his mother thinks of her first-born preaching the gospel, she reaps a glorious harvest, that makes her a giad woman. Now, fathers and mothers, such may be your case. However bad your children are at present, still press toward the throne of grace, and you shall have a harvest. What thinkest thou, mother, wouldst thou not rejoice to see thy son a minister of the gospel; thy daughter teaching and assisting in the cause of God? God will not suffer thee to pray, and thy prayer be unheeded. Young man, thy mother has been wrestling for thee a long time, and she has not won thy soul yet. What thinkest thou, thou defraudest thy mother of her harvest. If she had a little patch of ground, hard by her cottage, where she had sown some wheat, wouldst thou go and burn it? If she had a choice flower in her garden, wouldst thou go and trample it under foot? Thou art going on in the ways of the reprobate; thou art defrauding thy father and thy mother of their harvest. Perhaps there are some parents who are weeping over their sons and daughters, who are hardened and unconverted. God turn their hearts! for bitter is the doom of that man who goes to hell over the road that is washed by his mother's tears, stumbles over his father's reproofs, and tramples on those things which God has put in his way-his

mother's prayers and his father's sighs. who dares to do such a thing as that! grace if he does help him.

God help that man And it is wondrous

You shall have a harvest, whatever you are doing. I trust you are all doing something. If I can not mention what your peculiar engagement is, I trust you are all serving God in some .way; and you shall assuredly have a harvest wherever you are scattering your seed. But suppose the worst: if you should never live to see the harvest in this world, you shall have a harvest when you get to heaven. If you live and die a disappointed man, you shall not be disappointed in the next world. I think how surprised some of God's people will be when they get to heaven. They will see their Master, and he will give them a crown. "Lord, what is that crown for ?" "That crown is because thou didst give a cup of cold water to one of my disciples." What! a crown for a cup of cold water? "Yes," says the Master, "that is how I pay my serv ants. First I give them grace to give that cup of water; and then, having given them grace, I will give them a crown." "Wonders of grace to God belong." He that soweth liberally shall reap liberally; and he that soweth grudgingly shall reap sparingly. Ah! if there could be grief in heaven, I think it would be the grief of some Christians who have sown so very little. After all, how little the most of us ever sow. I know I sow but very little compared with what I might. How little any of you sow. Just add up how much you give to God in the year. I am afraid it would not come to a farthing per cent. Remember, you reap according to what you Sow. O, my friends! what surprise some of you will feel when God pays you for sowing one single grain. The soil of heaven is rich in the extreme. If a farmer had such ground as there is in heaven, he would say, I must sow a great many acres of land; and so let us strive, for the more we sow, the more we shall reap in heaven. Yet remember, it is all of grace, and not of debt.

Now, beloved, I must very hastily mention the third joy. ful harvest. We have had the harvest of the field, and the harvest of the Christian. We are now to have another, and that is the harvest of Christ. Christ had his sowing times

What bitter sowing times were they! Christ was one who went out, bearing precious seed. O, picture Christ sowing the world! He sowed it with tears; he sowed it with drops of blood; he sowed it with sighs; he sowed it with agony of heart; and at last he sowed himself in the ground, to be the seed of a glorious crop. What a sowing time his was! He sowed in tears, in poverty, in sympathy, in grief, in agony, in woes, in suffering, and in death. He shall have a harvest too. Blessings on his name! Jehovah swears it; the everlasting predestination of the Almighty has settled that Christ shall have a harvest. He has sown, and he shall reap; he has scattered, and he shall win his prize. "He shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days; and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hands." My friends, Christ has begun to reap his harvest. Yea, every soul that is converted is part of his reward; every one who comes to the Lord is a part of it. Every soul that is brought out of the miry clay and set on the King's highway, is a part of Christ's crop. But he is going to reap more yet. There is another harvest coming, in the latter day, when he shall reap armsful at a time, and gather the sheaves into his garner. Now men come to Christ in ones, and twos, and threes; but then they shall come in flocks, so that the church shall say, Who are these that come as doves to their windows?

There shall be a greater harvest time, when time shall be no more. Turn to the 14th chapter of Revelation and 13th verse: “And I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them." They do not go before them, and win them heaven. "And I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle. And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe. And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth; and the earth was reaped." That was Christ's harvest. Observe but one par

ticular: when Christ comes to reap his field, he comes with a crown on. O, see that crowned reaper on his throne! There are the nations gathered together:

"They come, they come, the ransomed tribes,

Where'er they rest or roam;

They heard his voice in distant lands,

And hastened to their home."

There they stand, one great army, before God. Then comes the crowned reaper from his throne: he takes his sharp sickle, and see him reap sheaf after sheaf, and he carries them up to the heavenly garner. Let us ask the question of ourselves, whether we shall be among the reaped ones—the wheat of the Lord? Notice again, that there was first a harvest, and then a vintage. The harvest is the righteous; the vintage is the wicked. When the wicked are gathered, an angel gathers them; but Christ will not trust an angel to reap the righteous. "He that sat on the throne thrust in his sickle." O, my soul! when thou comest to die, Christ will himself come after thee; when thou art to be cut down, he that sits upon the throne will cut thee down with a very sharp sickle, in order that he may do it as easily as possible. He will be the reaper himself; no reaper will be allowed to gather Christ's saints in, but Christ the King of saints. O! will it not be a joyful harvest, when all the chosen race, every one of them, shall be gathered in? There is a little shriveled. grain of wheat there, that has been growing somewhere on the headland, and that will be there. There are a great many who have been hanging down their heads, heavy with grain, and they will be there too. They will all be gathered in: "His honor is engaged to save

The meanest of his sheep;

All that his heavenly Father gave,

His hands securely keep."

But now we are obliged to turn to the three sad harvests. Alas, alas! the world was once like an Eolian harp; every wind that blew upon it gave forth melody. Now the strings are all unstrung, and they are full of discord, so that when we have the strains of joy, we must have the deep bass of grief to come after it.