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A LETTER

ON

THE PURITY OF OUR GLORIOUS

IMMANUEL'S HUMAN NATURE.

ADDRESSED TO THE FOLLOWERS OF

THE LATE REV. EDWARD IRVING.

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"No man knoweth who the Son is, but the Father; and who the Father is, but the Son, and he to whom the Son will reveal him."-Luke, x. 22.

"My beloved is white and ruddy, the standard-bearer among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.”— Songs, v. 10-16.

"O Israel, thou hast destroyed thyself; but in me is thine help."-Hos. xiii. 9.

LONDON :

J. HATCHARD & SON, 187, PICCADILLY.

1836.

LONDON:

JOSEPH RICKERBY, PRINTER,

SHERBOURN LANE.

PRAYER.

HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts! Thou everlasting Father and Almighty God-man-divine Immanuel, the undefiled Saviour of sinners -our eternal High-Priest and glorious King -the Prince of peace, and spotless Lamb of God, who wast slain on the cross for sin, and art now alive for evermore; exalted to the throne of Jehovah, and “glorified with the glory which thou hadst with the Father before the world was created." Oh! how can sinful dust and ashes, whose whole nature is corrupt and defiled, filthy and abominable, undertake to speak concerning thy glorious humanity, whose essence is absolute purity, and whose name is unchangeable love! One spiritual glimpse of thy transcendent excellencies and perfections, fills the soul with sorrow for its depravity and corruption, lays prostrate all imaginary holiness, and the transgressor "falls at thy feet as dead :"* but, gracious Immanuel, thou hast only to lift up the

* Rev. i. 17

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