IX. CHRIST MY KING.

I READ how King Edward the First ingeniously surprised the Welsh into subjection, proffering them such a prince as should be,

1. The son of a king.

2. Born in their own country.

3. Whom none could tax for any fault.

The Welsh accepted the conditions, and the king tendered them his son Edward, an infant, newly born in the castle of Carnarvon.

Do not all these qualifications mystically centre themselves in my Saviour?

1. The King of heaven saith unto him, Thou art my son, this day have I begotten thee. [Psalm ii. 7.]

2. Our true countryman, real flesh, whereas he took not on him the nature of angels.

3. Without spot or blemish, like to us in all things, sin only excepted.

Away, then, with those wicked men who will not have this King to rule over them. [Luke xix. 14.] May he have dominion in and over me. Thy kingdom come. Heaven and earth cannot afford a more proper prince for the purpose, exactly accomplished with all these comfortable qualifications.