122.
He calls those times wherein Christ was unknown to them, 'the times of their ignorance'.

Though the stars shine never so bright, and the moon with them in its full, yet they do not, altogether, make it day: still it is night till the sun appear.
How beautiful, and yet how simple, and as it were unconscious of its own beauty! Ib.p.

124.
You were running to destruction in the way of sin, and there was a voice, together with the Gospel preaching to your ear, that spake into your heart, and called you back from that path of death to the way of holiness, which is the only way of life.

He hath severed you from the mass of the profane world, and picked you out to be jewels for himself.
O, how divine! Surely, nothing less than the Spirit of Christ could have inspired such thoughts in such language.

Other divines,--Donne and Jeremy Taylor for instance,--have converted their worldly gifts, and applied them to holy ends; but here the gifts themselves seem unearthly.
Ib.p.