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I. THE BEAUTY OF THESE "TREASURES." The manifold pleasing forms shaped by the different objects on which it falls; the broad white coverlet of the expansive plain; the undulating hills; the mountain peaks, whose white vestures are seen afar off like interceding high priests. Suggesting to the spiritual eye the infinite resources at the command of the Creator, and the incomprehensible variety and fulness of moral splendours that lie folded up in His character and revelations.

II. THE PRESERVING AND FRUCTIFYING POWERS CONTAINED IN THESE "TREASURES." Their power to preserve vegetable life and make the soil richer for its temporary white shroud. Suggestions here arise of the Divine love and wisdom that visit the souls of men in the cold garb of sorrow and pain. The killing process is always one of pain in the human world; the analogy of which, without the pain, we have in the vegetable kingdom. The snow kills and destroys. So does pain and sorrow; but it kills only those influences that are opposed to the life and fruitfulness of after-growths. Are not the purposes of affliction equally beneficial? What a garden of spices has the heart become through some cold and biting winter's visitation of sorrow!

III. There is, then, A PURGING AND PURIFYING POWER IN THESE TREASURES OF THE SNOW. In moral and spiritual discipline we have seen this to be the case. But have we "entered into" the truth that lies still deeper, and is vital to all soul purifying? Where shall we look for the power to stay the death weeds of sin, and the world's widespread guilt, if we discover it not in the power that is beautifully typified by the Psalmist in the snow? "Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow" (Psalm 51:7). God's "treasures" of wisdom, and knowledge, and salvation, are locked up in Him who, in His love and humiliation, spread the mantle of His torn flesh over the world's festering evil. And out of the death has come the world's life — purity, peace, hope, radiant with celestial plumage.

IV. WHAT SILENT FORCES BELONG TO THE SNOW! During the quiet hours of night, it falls — falls — falls — so softly, so stealthily, that its descent does not disturb even the invalid's slumbers; but as we look out in the morning dawn we see broad acres covered with high heaps of compact snow. What busy hands and noisy machinery would be needed to convey a one thousandth part of what you see from your window, from one locality to another, within the same space of time that elapsed during its fall! And how would the chaste and fleecy material be spoilt by the transit, no longer pure as it came from its heavenly birthplace. The Church needs, with its soul eye, to "enter into" this lesson of the "treasures" of silent forces. The disciples of the Master have too long been making a great deal of noise in the discharge of their mission, and in many cases substituting the noise for the work. The true workers are a silent band who in much prayer and few words, with Christlike examples and little interest in verbal creeds, whose voices are seldom heard in the streets, and whose names are seldom announced in the papers, are, nevertheless, among the real moral and spiritual forces of the world.

V. HAVE WE CONSIDERED, IN THE HOUR OF OUR GREAT BEREAVEMENTS, THE "TREASURES" OF CONSOLATION SUGGESTED BY THE SNOW? What a springtide of immortal splendours will yet issue from the human seeds that lie covered over by the cold pall of death! In the light of the resurrection we sometimes feel very rich in the "treasures" of which death has made us conscious, — "the roses that are to come out of the snow."

(The Study.)

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KJV: Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail,

WEB: Have you entered the treasuries of the snow, or have you seen the treasures of the hail,