What a veil is lifted by these words! What a disclosure is made! It will humble us and profit us to pause here and see this sad sight.

The iniquities of our public worship—what a full measure we have! The hypocrisy, the formality, the lukewarmness, the irreverence, the wandering of heart and forgetfulness of God!

Our work for the Lord—what a mass of defilement is there! Its competition, selfishness, carelessness, slackness, unbelief!

Our private devotions—what a mountain of dead earth! Their neglect, coldness, sleepiness, and vanity!

If we looked more carefully, we would find this iniquity far greater than appears at first sight. Dr. Payson, writing to his brother, says: "My parish, as well as my heart, very much resembles the garden of the sluggard. And what is worse, I find that very many of my desires for the improvement of both proceed either from pride or vanity or indolence. I look at the weeds which overspread my garden, and breathe out an earnest wish that they were gone. But why? What prompts the wish? It may be that I may walk out and say to myself, 'In what fine order is my garden kept!' This is pride. Or, it may be that my neighbors may look over the wall and say, 'How finely your garden flourishes!' This is vanity. Or I may wish for the destruction of the weeds, because I am weary of pulling them up. This is indolence."

So even our desires after holiness may be polluted by ill motives. Under the greenest sods worms hide themselves; we need not look long to discover them.

How cheering is the thought, that when the High Priest bore the iniquity of the holy things he wore upon his brow the words, "Holiness to the Lord!" And even so while Jesus bears our sin, he presents before his Father's face not our unholiness, but his own holiness.

O for grace to view our great High Priest by the eye of faith!