up to its full maturity, and sent forth to fight and to conquer, and all within the walls of its own native town; in short, our self-denial must have its beginning and middle and end in our own heart.  Antinomians there were, as our Puritan fathers nicknamed all those persons who glorified Christ by letting Him do all things for them, both His own things and their things too, both their justification and their sanctification too.  And there are many good but ill-instructed men among ourselves who have just this taint of that old heresy cleaving to them still—­this taint, namely, that they are tempted to carry over the suretyship and substitutionary work of Christ into such regions, and to carry it to such lengths in those regions, as, practically, to make Christ to minister to their soft and sinful living, and to their excuse and indulgence of themselves.  I will put it squarely and plainly to some of my very best friends here to-night.  Is it not the case, now, that you do not like this direction into which this text, and the truth of this text, are now travelling?  Is it not so that you shift back in your seat from the approaching cross?  Is it not the very and actual fact that you have secret ways of sin, secret habits of self-indulgence in your body and in your soul, in your mind and in your heart, secret sins that you mantle over with the robe of Christ’s righteousness?  His spotless and imputed righteousness?  In your present temper you would have disliked deeply the Sermon on the Mount had you heard it; and I see you shaking your head over your Sabbath-day dinner at this text when it was first spoken.  Lay this down for a law, all my brethren,—­a New Testament and a never-to-be-abrogated law,—­that the best and the safest religion for you is that way of religion that is hardest on your pride, on your self-importance, on your self-esteem, as well as on your purse and on your belly.  You are not likely to err by practising too much of the cross.  You may very well have too much of the cross of Christ preached to you, and too little of your own.  Why! did not Christ die for me? you indignantly say.  Yes; so He did.  But only that you might die too.  He was crucified, and so must you be crucified every day before one single drop of His sin-atoning blood shall ever be wasted on You.  Be not deceived:  the cross is not mocked; for only as a man nails himself, body and soul, to the cross every day shall he ever be saved from sin and death and hell by means of it.  And, exactly as a man denies himself—­no more and no less—­his appetites, his passions, his thoughts and words and deeds, every day and every hour of every day, just so much shall He who searches our hearts and sees us in secret, acknowledge us, both every day now, and at the last day of all.