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forgetfulness? Will he forsake this comely daughter of Zion in her tender years, and after giving her so many tokens of his favor ? We cannot believe it. He may afflict her still more, but surely he will cherish her growth, he will comfort her heart, he will raise her up friends. Under his smiles and sustained by his arm, she will hold on her way, and as she advances, will scatter blessings with both her hands upon many, who are famishing for the bread of life. She will not envy her elder sisters, who have riches, ward-robes, and are moving in higher spheres than her own :-but she will emulate their virtues, rejoice in their prosperity, strive to deserve their affection, and seek for herself that 'adorning of a meek and quiet spirit, which in the sight of God is of great price.' In this quiet, modest, and beneficent course, who can wish her anything but success ? Where is the hand, that would rudely thrust her back, or the heart that can triumph in her disappointments,—that can rejoice in her afflictions ? Should she be reviled, however, let her not revile again.' Should one cheek be smitten, let her turn the other also !' Let the same mind he in her which was in Christ Jesus, and she can have nothing to fear.
As we cast our eyes down the long track of time, from this consecrated eminence, how many bright and interesting visions crowd upon our view. We, indeed, shall soon be gone ; but other generations will come, and what may they not enjoy and accomplish, canopied as they will be, by these Arcadian skies, invigorated by the pure breath of these mountains, and inspired to rapture and to song as they look abroad upon all the riches, life, and beauty of this great amphitheatre? How many favored sons of this institution, will hold sweet converse here, with the muse that loves the hill of Zion! How many states
men, historians, and orators will be trained on this ground, to shine in senates, to grace the bar, to adorn the bench of justice, and to record the doings of the wise, the brave, and the good ! But more than all, what
not this seminary do for the churches at home--what victories may she not gain in distant lands, by sending forth her sons under the banner of the cross, and clad in armor of heavenly temper to fight the battles of her King ?
Who is there in this assembly, that is not ready to answer, May these glowing anticipations be more than realized, in the future prosperity and usefulness of this Institution ? May it live to gladden and bless the church through all future generations; and in that world, where holiness is perfect and knowledge is transcendant, may all its founders, patrons, and friends meet, and dwell together forever in the presence of God and the Lamb.
LORD OUR HELP.*
Hitherto the Lord hath helped us.-I. Sam. 7, 12.
WHETHER this touching acknowledgment was actually inscribed by Samuel, upon the stone which he had hastily set up between Mispeh and Shen, does not appear from the laconic notice of that signal deliverance which it records. It will however always stand on the sacred page, in glorious contrast with the inflated, not to say atheistical, bulletins and inscriptions of some of the most renowned Chieftains of ancient and modern times. But in the Book of God it does not stand alone. It is associated with the Hitherto hath the Lord helped us, of such illustrious statesmen and warriors as Moses, Daniel, Joshua, and David. Would that we could find a thousand more such pious memorials of national deliverances. Would that every great captain had a cause as righteous, as that which summoned the chosen tribes to Mispeh; and that every deliverer of his country, knew how to brighten his laurels, by writing upon the battle ground,
Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.' The few instances of this sort which occur, though far between,' afford some little relief to the eye of the christian patriot, on the dark ground of militant ages; and happy would he be,
Delivered at the Dedication of the College Chapel in Amherst, Mass. Feb. 28, 1827.
if while his ear is every where persecuted by the clash of arms, he could discover more and brighter glimmerings to cheer him through centuries of night.
But let it not be thought, that the conquered and cannon-ploughed field, is the only spot on which the helping arm of God is to be acknowledged, or that none but great and critical occasions, demand the pious record of the heart, — Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.' No one is so independent, as not to need God's help. And no one is so forsaken, as not to be in a measure protected and sustained by it. Let the pious king, then, when his enemies are scattered, inscribe our text upon the pillars of his throne. Let the defender of his father's sepulchre, engrave
his shield. Let the men of active business and honest gains, write it upon their ships, upon their manufactories, and in their counting-rooms, at the corner of
every street, and at the entrance of every field. Let the student, as he advances from stage to stage in his education, record it upon every blank leaf of his classics. Let the christian pilgrim leave it upon every way-mark of his journey. In a word, let all, both high and low, rich and poor together,' cherish a grateful sense of their dependence, and ever be ready to exclaim, Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.' O how will the guilty and sorrow-worn face of an outcast world, be lighted up with christian loveliness, in that fast coming day, when the inscription of the holy Seer of Rama, shall be engraved on every heart, and break from every tongue !
The text thus introduced, suggests a number of interesting topics for our present consideration.
The first of these is, that without God we can do nothing. In him we live, and move, and have our being.' We cannot brace a muscle or draw a breath with