weakness were bewailed, have procured my endless joy:  my strength hath been my ruin, and my fall my stay.”  And our own Samuel Rutherford is not likely to be left far behind by the best of them when the grace of God is to be magnified.  “Had sin never been we should have wanted the mysterious Emmanuel, the Beloved, the Chief among ten thousand, Christ, God-man, the Saviour of sinners.  For, no sick sinners, no soul-physician of sinners; no captive, no Redeemer; no slave of hell, no lovely ransom-payer of heaven.  Mary Magdalene with her seven devils, Paul with his hands smoking with the blood of the saints, and with his heart sick with malice and blasphemy against Christ and His Church, and all the rest of the washen ones whose robes are made fair in the blood of the Lamb, and all the multitude that no man can number in that best of lands, are all but bits of free grace.  O what a depth of unsearchable wisdom to contrive that lovely plot of free grace.  Come, all intellectual capacities, and warm your hearts at this fire.  Come, all ye created faculties, and smell the precious ointment of Christ.  Oh come, sit down under His shadow and eat the apples of life.  Oh that angels would come, and generations of men, and wonder, and admire, and fall down before the unsearchable wisdom of this gospel-art of the unsearchable riches of Christ!” And always pungent Thomas Shepard of New England:  “You shall find this, that there is not any carriage or passage of the Lord’s providence toward thee but He will get a name to Himself, first and last, by it.  Hence you shall find that those very sins that dishonour His name He will even by them get Himself a better name; for so far will they be from casting you out of His love that He will actually do thee good by them.  Look and see if it is not so with thee?  Doth not thy weakness strengthen thee like Paul?  Doth not thy blindness make thee cry for light?  And hath not God out of darkness oftentimes brought light?  Thou hast felt venom against Christ and thy brother, and thou hast on that account loathed thyself the more.  Thy falls into sin make thee weary of it, watchful against it, long to be rid of it.  And thus He makes thy poison thy food, thy death thy life, thy damnation thy salvation, and thy very greatest enemies thy very best friends.  And hence Mr. Fox said that he thanked God more for his sins than for his good works.  And the reason is, God will have His name.”  And, last, but not least, listen to our old acquaintance, James Fraser of Brea:  “I find advantages by my sins:  ’Peccare nocet, peccavisse vero juvat.’  I may say, as Mr. Fox said, my sins have, in a manner, done me more good than my graces.  Grace and mercy have more abounded where sin had much abounded.  I am by my sins made much more humble, watchful, revengeful against myself.  I am made to see a greater need to depend more upon Him and to love Him the more.  I find that true which Shepard says, ‘sin loses strength