III. Sometimes there is bad Weather in Harvest, which doth hinder and discourage the painful and laborious Husband-man: So Storms arise, and very bad Weather (as it were) often attends Christ's faithful Labourers, which greatly hinders them in their Ministry.
IV. The Harvest is sometimes great, and the Labourers but few, so that the Work lies very heavy upon some Men: So in a spiritual sence, the Harvest is great, i. e. many People are willing to hear God's Word, but there are but few painful Preachers, and by this means the Work lies heavy upon them; and when it is thus, we are enjoined to pray to the Lord of the Harvest, to send more Labourers into his Harvest.
V. The Harvest sometimes proves thin, and comes into a little Room; or it may seem much in Bulk, and yet but a little Grain: So 'tis sometimes in the spiritual Harvest, there are many Multitudes hear the Word, attend upon the Means, they flock into the Assem∣blies; but alas! but few are converted; the Corn is little: A small Room will hold them, were they severed from the Straw and Chaff of the fruitless and unprofitable Multitude.
VI. When the Harvest is like to be catching, or the Husband-man sees Clouds begin to gather, and grow black, or they hear it thunder mightily, they work very hard, and hurry in the Corn, not knowing when they may have fair Weather again: So Christ's Ser∣vants, when they perceive a dismal Day approaching upon them, labour hard, and bring in what Souls they can into his Barn.
VII. The Harvest sometimes is very long, and sometimes but short: So God lengthens or shortens the Day of Grace, as he pleases. The old World had an hundred and twenty Years; others but a short Season. O that thou hadst known in this thy Day the Things that belong to thy Peace! but now they are hid from thine Eyes. Christ seems to be quick with them. And so it fared with those, Acts 13.46.
VIII. In Harvest the Husbandman will not neglect a fit Opportunity of gathering in his Hay and Corn, upon presumption of much fair Weather to come: So a wise Christian will not lose the present Season for his Soul, upon hopes of much Time to come, but rather says, Now is the Time, &c.
Observe in Summer's soultry Heat,
How in the hottest Day,
The Husband-man doth toil and sweat
About his Corn and Hay.
If then he should not reap and mow,
And gather in his Store,
How should he live, when for the Snow
He can't move out of Door?
The little Ants, and painful Bees,
by Nature's Instinct led,
These have their Summer-Granaries,
For Winter furnished.
But thou, my Soul, whose Summer's Day
Is almost past and gone,
What Soul-Provision dost thou lay
In Stock, to feed upon?
If Nature teacheth to prepare
For temporal Life; much rather
Grace should provoke to greater Care,
Soul-Food in time to gather.
Days of Affliction and Distress,
Are hasting on apace;
If now I live in Carelesness,
How sad will be my Case?
Ʋnworthy of the Name of Man,
Who for that Soul of thine,
Wilt not do that which others can
Do for their very Kine!
Think, frugal Farmers, when you see
Your Mows of Corn and Hay,
What a Conviction this will be
To you another day?
Who ne're were up before the Sun,
Nor broke an Hour's Rest,
For your poor Souls, as you have done,
So often for a Beast.
Learn once to see the Difference
Betwixt eternal Things,
And these poor transient Things of Sense,
That fly with Eagles Wings.