But  "by  the  name  of  Jesus,"  he  adds,  "I
mean  all  that  the  name  betokens."  He  does
not  wish  us  to  use  the  na^ne  as  a  spell  to
conjure  with,  but  to  find  out  what  the  name
really  means  to  us  and  all  the  world. The
piece  of  money — the  groat,  as  he  calls  it — is
lost  in  thy  house. That  is  to  say,  the  Divine
treasure  lies  hidden  in  thy  soul. Jesus  sleeps
in  thy  ship,  as  He  once  slept  in  the  little
ship  on  the  Lake  of  Gennesaret. "  Wake
Him!"  But  is  it  necessary  to  wake  Him?
"Hardly  so,"  says  Hylton. "Thou  sleepest
oftener  to  Him  than  He  to  thee."  "As  long
as  Jesus  findeth  not  His  image  refound  in
thee,  He  is  a^  stranger  to  thee  and  far  from
thee."  Yes,  it  is  not  that  the  Christ  in  us
is  asleep. We  are  asleep,  He  is  awake. Wc


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are  abroad,  He  is  at  home. He  is  always
ready  ;  it  is  we  who  are  unready. When  we
desire  to  enter  into  ourselves,  and  search  in
our  hearts  for  the  hid  treasure,  we  should  cease
for  a  time  from  bodily  works  and  business,
and  think  of  nothing  outside. Then,  when
our  minds  are  fixed  steadily  on  the  unseen
realities — on  God  and  our  own  souls — what
shall  we  see  ?  Not  the  gracious  figure  of
Jesus,  at  first,  but  another  image,  a  dark  and
ill-favoured  image,  the  likeness  of  our  own
soul,  which  hath  neither  light  of  knowledge
nor  feeling  of  love  for  God. *'  If  you  look
carefully,"  says  Hylton  to  his  reader,  "you  will
see  it  all  wrapped  up  and  tied  and  bound
with  black  and  foul  bands  of  sin."  This  is
what  St  Paul  calls  the  "  body  of  sin"
(Rom. vi. 6),  and  the  "body  of  death."  This
dark  shadow,  the  body  of  sin  and  death,  you
bear  about  with  you  always. What  is  it
like?  It  is  like  no  bodily  thing;  for  it  is  no
real  thing,  as  you  will  find  at  last  if  you
follow  my  admonitions. It  is  not  a  real
thing ;  it  is  nought  else  but  darkness  of
conscience,    and   lack   of  light   and   love. 