"The rest of the events in MANASSEH'S reign and 
    all his deeds, including the sins he committed, are recorded in The Book of 
    the History of the Kings of Judah. When Manasseh died, he was buried in the 
    palace garden, the garden of Uzza. Then his son Amon became the next king." 
    2 Kings 21:17-18, 2 Chron. 33:1-21.
    Here is an unostentatious, an unhonored, an unepitaphed 
    grave! Though one of the kings of Judah, MANASSEH is laid, not in pomp and 
    splendor, amid the dust of his ancestors, but in a private tomb, in the 
    garden of his Jerusalem palace.
    Striking is the contrast between these funeral rites of 
    Manasseh and those of his royal father Hezekiah. The funeral cortege and 
    burial of the latter was one of unprecedented splendor. "They buried 
    him," we read, "in the chief of the sepulchers of the sons of 
    David--and all Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem honored him at his 
    death." But however brief be the chronicle of Manasseh's departure and 
    funeral, however lowly or unregal the monument reared over his ashes, he is 
    himself a wondrous "monument"--a monument of Divine grace and mercy 
    and forgiveness. As we gather around his tomb, let us ponder the spiritual 
    epitaph for ourselves, which many have read through tears of guilt and 
    despair, thanking God and taking courage--"The chief of sinners, BUT I 
    obtained mercy!"
    
    We have to trace, in his case, as described in the 
    motto-lines of the Christian poet, a "sunrise" of promise, soon obscured 
    with clouds of guilt and crime. These clouds burst in floods of penitence 
    and sorrow. A meridian of sudden brilliancy succeeds. The sky clears, and 
    the orb of a chequered life sets cloudless and serene on the hills of Judah. 
    Standing by his grave, under the shadow of Zion, let us take a retrospective 
    view of his strange history. He is the prodigal son of Old Testament 
    story. We have the departure from the hallowed parental home; the life 
    of alienation, misery, and sin, and his final restoration and return. In 
    other words, let us consider, in their order, these three points--Manasseh's
    sin; his conversion; and his new life.
    
    I. His career of SIN was a peculiarly sad one; and 
    all the more so, when we reflect that his infancy and boyhood were nurtured 
    under the training of the best and holiest of fathers. Hezekiah, when he 
    received the respite from sickness and expected death, was divinely apprized 
    that fifteen additional years would be added to his life; and it was three 
    years subsequent to this, that Manasseh was born. With the precise knowledge 
    which the good king of Judah thus possessed as to the assigned limit of 
    existence, (a knowledge given indeed to none else,) and knowing, moreover, 
    how susceptible youth is of lasting impressions, we may well imagine, as 
    year by year drew near when the crown would devolve on the head of his young 
    boy, how faithfully he would employ the brief allotted period in training 
    him for his great duties; educating him in that noblest of inheritances, 
    a father's piety and devout example. How zealously would he echo the 
    dying exhortation and benediction of his great progenitor, "And you, my 
    son, know the God of your father, and serve him with a perfect heart, and 
    with a willing mind--for the Lord searches all hearts, and understands all 
    the imaginations of the thoughts--if you seek him, he will be found by you; 
    but if you forsake him, he will cast you off forever," (1 Chron. 28:9). 
    Above all, how would Hezekiah (man of special prayer as he was) baptize that 
    child's infancy and youth with these burning devotions?--these earnest 
    petitions, which, mightier than all his armies, had laid the proud chivalry 
    of Sennacherib low in the dust.
    But ah! we are too truthfully, too painfully reminded, in 
    the case of Manasseh, that grace is not hereditary; that piety, despite 
    of the most devout and religious training, is not always transmitted from 
    father to son. To take an older illustration; Adam, with all the 
    recollections fresh on his memory of Eden lost, the galling bitterness of 
    forfeited bliss, would doubtless often and again rehearse in the ears of his 
    children the dark story of transgression. He would paint to them, as he 
    alone of all the human race could do, the unsullied beauties of 
    holiness, in order to scare them from that accursed thing which had entailed 
    upon himself so terrible a ruin! Yet what was his success? What effect had 
    these blinding tears of penitence and remorse, shed before his children at 
    the very gates of the lost paradise? His own first-born, despite of all, 
    turned out a murderer and a vagabond. 
    And here, in a later age, we have another child of 
    prayers and tears, scarce mounting the throne still fragrant with parental 
    piety, before he insults a parent's ashes, tramples on his counsels, mocks 
    his tears, and becomes a desperado in guilt. Altars to Baal and Ashtaroth 
    were erected within the Temple's sacred enclosures. The groves in the valley 
    of Jehoshaphat and on the slopes of the Mount of Olives were polluted with 
    defiled altars, on which incense rose to the host of heaven. Deep down in 
    the valley of Hinnom, behind his palace, he caused his own son to pass 
    through the fire, dedicating him a votary to bloodthirsty Moloch. With 
    servile credulity, while he rejected the God of his fathers, he listened to 
    lying oracles, and did homage to those who pretended communion with dead 
    spirits. 
    Proud, passionate, overbearing, he became the persecutor 
    and fanatic of his day. He poured out the blood of Jerusalem like water. 
    Innocent lives were sacrificed. Those who loved the God and the religion of 
    their fathers better than existence, were given over to massacre. Cruelty 
    and torture were added to death; and tradition has it, that good old Isaiah 
    was, at the savage command of the royal master whom he had too faithfully 
    reproved, ordered to be "sawn asunder." "He wrought much evil in the 
    sight of the Lord, to provoke him to anger," (2 Chron. 33:6).
    Nor was his guilt and ruin confined to himself. There is
    a terrible contagion in moral evil. We read that "He made Judah 
    and the inhabitants of Jerusalem to sin, and to do worse than the heathen 
    whom the Lord had destroyed before the children, of Israel," (2 Chron. 
    33:9). This tells the malignant influence his creed and example had on his 
    subjects--that he sowed the seeds of his own wickedness among the thousands 
    that owned his sway.
    It is a dreadful and solemn thought, continually 
    recurring to us in these Bible characters, that individual influence assumes 
    greater and more responsible proportions according to position or scale in 
    society. The influence of mind upon mind, and especially of those in exalted 
    position, is truly gigantic--the magnetic power of moral attraction or 
    repulsion. It is often said that "the age makes the man." We believe that 
    the converse is oftener true, that "the man makes the age." At the close of 
    last century, in France and England, there was, in high places, a galaxy of 
    great and commanding intellect. In France, the infidelity of a few, gave the 
    first impulse to that wild wave of moral ruin which is chafing and eddying 
    there to this day. Simultaneously in England, a number of influential minds 
    appeared in prominent positions. They cast their talents and 
    influence as trophies at the foot of the cross. But while they themselves 
    are gone--long slumbering beneath the storied urns which a nation delighted 
    to rear over their honored ashes--the seed wafted from these Trees of 
    righteousness is this day springing up, in a forest of holy influences, to 
    the praise and the glory of God.
    So it was with HEZEKIAH and Manasseh. In the case of the 
    former, how marvelous the influence for good. How his own faith and 
    piety were reflected in the hearts of his people. Look at that memorable 
    instance to which we have already incidentally referred, when Sennacherib 
    and his giant host came up against Jerusalem and the fenced cities of Judah. 
    It was enough to strike panic and dismay into the boldest and bravest. But 
    Hezekiah, undismayed, because he knew where his true strength lay, gathered 
    together his soldiers and captains of war in the open street, and thus 
    addressed them--"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or discouraged 
    because of the king of Assyria and the vast army with him, for there is a 
    greater power with us than with him. With him is only the arm of flesh, but 
    with us is the Lord our God to help us and to fight our battles." And the 
    people gained confidence from what Hezekiah the king of Judah said. (2 Chron. 
    32:7-8)
    See, on the other hand, in the case of MANASSEH, the 
    influence for evil; and that, also, long after he had mourned his sins, 
    with breaking heart, and sought repentance carefully and with tears. Yes, it 
    was an influence that survived his death, and bore bitter fruit after he 
    himself was laid in his grave, when his own son perpetuated the idolatries 
    of his father's earlier years; for we read, "Amon, his son, sacrificed 
    unto all the carved images which Manasseh his father had made, and served 
    them."
    
    Let us never forget, each of us, our solemn individual 
    influence; an influence, also, not confined to place or time, but made up of
    words and deeds that transmit their endless echoes and images from age to 
    age--giving us very life when we are dead--putting speech into our 
    ashes. After the stone is sunk in the quiet lake, and lying still in the 
    bottom, the waves generated by it, are being propelled in concentric 
    circlets to the shore. They are chafing and rippling on the pebbles, when 
    the disturbing cause has been for many minutes lost to sight, and buried in 
    unconscious rest in the underlying bed of sand or mud. When we are sunk in 
    our last long rest, lost from the sight and from the land of the 
    living,"gone down into silence"--the ripple of influence, for good or for 
    evil, will be heard murmuring on the shores of Time!
    Note again, as an aggravation of Manasseh's sin, HIS 
    REPEATED AND OBDURATE REJECTION OF DIVINE WARNING. "The Lord spoke to 
    Manasseh and his people, but they would not hearken," (2 Chron. 33:10).
    He may have spoken to him as He does to us, in varied 
    ways. He may have spoken to him by blessings. He may have sent His holy 
    prophets and seers to expostulate with him. He may have knocked at the door 
    of his seared conscience by the hallowed remembrances of a parent's piety, 
    and a youth of rare spiritual privilege. But it was all in vain. And now He 
    prepares the ROD for severer punishment. He makes ready the bow, and puts 
    the arrow on the string, to send the dart of deeper conviction home to his 
    heart! Let us here admire God's patience and forbearance with this guilty, 
    daring, aggravated apostate. He might have cut him down in a moment--He 
    might have commissioned the lightning from heaven, or the pangs of some 
    sudden disease, or the hand of righteous violence, to rid the nation of a 
    villain. He might have sent him out, like Ahab, in his chariot to battle; 
    and some bowman might have drawn his arrow at a venture, and sent him 
    reeling to a grave of despair! But, no! Manasseh's name is in the Book of 
    Life. He is one of God's chosen ones from before the foundation of the 
    world; that lost sheep must be brought home to the fold--that lost son must 
    be brought to the paternal halls. "O Israel, you have destroyed yourself, 
    but in me is your help found," (Hosea 13:9).
    And how does God deal with this self-destroyer? What are 
    the means He employs to humble his hard heart, and evoke from the wretched 
    prodigal the cry, "I will arise, and go to my Father." He sends one 
    of the generals of Esarhaddon, the king of Assyria, against him and his 
    fenced cities. The panic-stricken monarch presents a painful and humiliating 
    contrast with the brave, bold heart of Hezekiah. The latter, when the same 
    hosts were encamped against him at his very gates, led his men up the temple 
    steps, singing, as they marched, his own sublime psalm, written for the 
    occasion--"God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of 
    trouble. So we will not fear, even if earthquakes come and the mountains 
    crumble into the sea. Let the oceans roar and foam. Let the mountains 
    tremble as the waters surge!" (Ps. 46:1-3). His son, without, 
    perhaps, the shadow of resistance, flees humiliated from his palace, and 
    takes shelter in a thicket of thorns to elude the fury of the invader. But 
    the commissioners of the Divine vengeance track out his guilty footsteps. He 
    is loaded with chains, marched in ignominy to Babylon, and consigned there 
    to a dungeon-vault. What a comment on the striking parallel made by the wise 
    man--"The wicked flee when no man pursues; but the righteous are bold as 
    a lion!" (Prov. 28:1.)
    II. Let us consider next, Manasseh's CONVERSION--the 
    great turning point in his history. That dungeon became to him as the gate 
    of heaven. His God, in a far higher than natural sense, "brought him out 
    of darkness and the shadow of death. He broke the gates of brass, and cut 
    the bars of iron in sunder," (Ps. 107:14, 16).
    We are called to note here the power of sanctified 
    affliction.
    
    There is a twofold effect of trial and adversity. 
    Sometimes it hardens the heart, leading a rebellious spirit to murmur and 
    repine under the hand that chastens, and to say, like Gideon, "If the 
    Lord is with us, why has all this befallen us?" or to utter the worse 
    infidel scoff, "Let me curse God, and die." But it has another 
    effect--the more blessed one, of humbling the rebellious spirit, bringing it 
    to consider its ways, bewail its sins, and, instead of kicking against the 
    pricks, to cry, "Lord, what would you have me to do?"
    
    It was so with Manasseh. In that dungeon, God knocked at 
    the door of his obdurate heart. The prison in Babylon became his spiritual 
    birthplace. "Behold, he prays!" Knees that never bent before the God 
    of his fathers, since he knelt a child by his parents' side, are now bent on 
    that dungeon floor!
    We can imagine his exercise of soul. How, in that solemn, 
    silent prison, the memory of years on years of past sin would rise up before 
    him. His father's prayers and saintly counsels--the innocent blood he shed 
    in Jerusalem--the terrible desecration of the holy place--the thousands he 
    had involved, by his guilty example, in apostasy and ruin! Oh, as the rush 
    of the past came on his lonely spirit, in the midnight hour, and the tears 
    of burning remorse and shame rolled down his cheeks, would not this 
    be his despairing thought--Can iniquities such as mine be pardoned? Can 
    there be forgiveness for such aggravated transgression--such unparalleled, 
    presumptuous sin? 
    Who knows but, as the vision of the holy prophet he had 
    slain rose up before him, adding a new scorpion sting to his agonized 
    conscience--who knows but at the same moment, balm-words of comfort which 
    that prophet had spoken may have fallen on his tossed soul like oil on the 
    troubled waters. Did they not seem to speak home to him, as if the 
    seer, in uttering them, had his own case of agonizing despair specially in 
    view--"Come now, and let us reason together, says the Lord--though your 
    sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they be red like 
    crimson, they shall be as wool," (Isa. 1:18). "Scarlet and crimson," 
    indeed, his sins were. But he will take the God of his fathers, the God who 
    had borne with him so long and so patiently, at His word--"When he was in 
    affliction," we read, "he sought the Lord his God, and humbled 
    himself greatly before the God of his fathers," (2 Chron. 33:12). God 
    heard the voice of his groaning. A light, brighter than the sun, broke 
    through his prison bars. He could say with Jeremiah in his dungeon, "I 
    called upon your name, O Lord, out of the low dungeon. You drew near in the 
    day that I called upon you. You said, Fear not!" (Lam. 3:55.) 
    Perhaps one of his bitterest and saddest thoughts may 
    have been that same terrible influence, already alluded to, which he had 
    exerted, in the past, over his subjects. This thought, in that moment of 
    penitence and illumination, may have been uppermost in his spirit, and 
    hardest to bear--"Oh, that I could undo that guilty past! Oh, that God would 
    spare me to recover strength, and bring me back again to my palace and 
    capital, that I might declare what He has done for my soul, and seek to 
    counteract these memories of blood-guiltiness and sin!" God did hear 
    him in this matter too; for "he prayed unto him--and he was entreated by 
    him, and heard his supplication, and brought him again to Jerusalem, into 
    his kingdom. Then Manasseh knew that the Lord he was God," (2 Chron. 
    33:13). He left Jerusalem bound (soul and body) in fetters, after having 
    closed on himself and his people the temple-gates, and quenched the sacred 
    fire on his fathers' altars. Now he returns, the possessor of a nobler 
    liberty than he ever before enjoyed, saying, "Open unto me the gates of 
    righteousness; then will I enter into them and praise the Lord." "O Lord, I 
    am your servant; yes, I am your servant, the son of your handmaid, and you 
    have freed me from my bonds! I will offer you a sacrifice of thanksgiving 
    and call on the name of the Lord. I will keep my promises to the Lord in the 
    presence of all his people, in the house of the Lord, in the heart of 
    Jerusalem. Praise the Lord!" (Ps. 116:16-19).
    Does not all this teach us, that God's grace can reach 
    any heart, in any place? The soul that despised God in the consecrated 
    ground of Canaan and Jerusalem, was reached in the heathen city, and in the 
    military prison in heathen Babylon. Prayer, also, needs no sacred places--no 
    high altar--no temple-court--no gorgeous cathedral to give it power and 
    efficacy. Wherever there is an earnest heart, there is a present God. 
    The prayer of Saul of Tarsus in heathen Damascus, or when tossed at midnight 
    on the sea of Adria, or when immured in the dungeons of Philippi; and the 
    prayer of Manasseh, here narrated, in this dungeon in Babylon--these, 
    and similar penitential cries of earnest, broken spirits are heard, when 
    many an imposing service and intoned liturgy dies away in empty echoes 
    within "consecrated walls!"
    And mark what was the instrumental cause of Manasseh's 
    conversion. What was it that drove him to his knees, and led him to know God 
    as the hearer of prayer? It was "when he was in affliction he sought 
    the Lord his God, and humbled himself." It is Manasseh, "taken among the 
    thorns, and bound with fetters," who stands before us a new man!
    And is not affliction still God's own angel-messenger? 
    Does not He still drive His own people amid the thorny thickets of severe 
    trial, hurl them from their thrones of prosperity, and immure them "in 
    darkness and in the deeps"--just that He may dash to pieces all their 
    earthly confidences, break their hard, stubborn hearts, send them to their 
    knees, and save their souls?
    Ah, how many can tell, "But for these 
    thorn-thickets, these fetters of trial, I would still have been an enemy to 
    my God, plunging into greater and greater sin? But I may well take these 
    thorns and chains together, and weave them into a garland of triumph." It is 
    said that the mother eagle inserts a thorn in the nest, to drive her young 
    brood to the wing. God puts many a thorn in His people's downy nest of ease 
    and worldly prosperity, to urge them to rise heavenward. If Manasseh had not 
    known the thorns, the fetters, and the dark prison, in all human 
    probability, he would have lived and died an idolater. If Moab had not been 
    "emptied from vessel to vessel" he would have "settled on his lees." If many 
    of the redeemed, spoken of in Revelation, had not "come out of great 
    tribulation" they would not have been in their white robes "before the 
    throne!"
    
    III. Let us now proceed to consider Manasseh's NEW 
    LIFE. 
    The grand test of the reality of conversion, is the 
    regenerated being. The tree is known by its fruits. The purified 
    fountain is known by its streams. With many, alas! returning prosperity only 
    hardens the heart, causing it to lapse into its old state of callous 
    indifference.
    It might have been so with Manasseh when the 
    dungeon-vault was left, and when, under a royal escort, he was once more 
    conducted back to his palace and crown. He might have basely spurned the 
    hand that rescued him, and relapsed into his old courses. But he stood the 
    test. We read that it was WHEN God had brought him again to Jerusalem into 
    his kingdom, "THEN Manasseh knew that the Lord was God."
    
    It must have been a noble sight, to see him, in the face 
    of his whole people, not only manifesting the saving change in his own heart 
    and life, but as all true religion is expansive, and seeks the good of 
    others, commencing at once religious and civil, ecclesiastical and 
    political, reform. He began by cutting down, root and branch, all his old 
    abominations. The statues of Ashtaroth--the heathen groves, the defiled 
    altars--all are swept away. Nor was it a mere external reformation--a mere 
    negative religion--the "ceasing to do evil." But he taught himself, and he 
    taught his people, "to do well." "He repaired the altar of the Lord, and 
    sacrificed thereon peace-offerings and thank-offerings." Offerings for 
    sin, and offerings of gratitude for mercies. He became himself a preacher of 
    righteousness. It was a great revival in Judah. "He stood by the altar, and" 
    we read, "commanded Judah to serve the Lord God of Israel." He evidently 
    returned in the spirit of Zaccheus the publican, resolved to "restore 
    fourfold;" saying, "What shall I render unto the Lord for all His 
    benefits toward me?"
    
    Strange but joyous sight to the true Israel of God in 
    Jerusalem--those who for years had wept in secret over their monarch's sins, 
    and over "the holy and beautiful house where their fathers worshiped"--to 
    behold now the long-smouldering ashes again kindled on the altar for the 
    morning and evening sacrifice--the king's own voice joining in the solemn 
    hymn, "Oh give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good; for His mercy 
    endures forever."
    
    Add to all this, and as a proof that worldly wisdom and 
    prudence, in the best sense of the word, go hand in hand with true piety, he 
    set himself with equal vigor to the strengthening of his kingdom. He raised 
    a wall on the defenseless side of his capital, besides augmenting the 
    strongholds of his fenced cities. He was more a king than ever. All his 
    praying, and praising, and temple-worship, had made him no fatalist, no 
    presumptuous dreamer. It was no creed of his--"God will save us; we need not 
    trouble ourselves about defense or munitions--walls or standing armies, 
    horses or chariots, the Lord will fight our battles!" No! his piety served 
    only to invigorate his patriotism. He acted out the truth of that grand 
    apostolic maxim, "Not lacking in zeal, fervent in spirit, serving the 
    Lord."
    
    True piety does not require us to sink into sentimental 
    devotion--a dreamy life of inaction or enthusiasm, but to interfuse all 
    worldly work with religion--to let life's duties be saturated with the fear 
    of God--erecting our churches, yet building our dockyards--rearing our 
    altars, yet casting our cannon--letting the white wings of commerce be 
    studding our seas, and bringing back laden stores from distant continents, 
    yet sending, at the same time, to heaven the winged vessels of 
    prayer--waiting in faith for their return, laden with costlier 
    merchandise--taking religion and incorporating it with daily life, letting 
    it regulate our transactions behind the counter, in the exchange, in the 
    family, in the world, and proving to all the truth of that noble 
    aphorism--"A Christian is the highest style of man."
    
    We may conclude this chapter with a word of warning, 
    and a word of encouragement.
    
    The word of WARNING may be read from the 
    consequences of Manasseh's guilt– 
    He was a penitent, a sincere penitent. His aggravated 
    sins were all pardoned and forgiven, and he afterwards lived and died, a 
    true "Hebrew of the Hebrews," an "heir of promise." But the deadly influence 
    of his early life of sin, was not so easily obliterated. We have already 
    casually alluded to the fact, and return to it once more. If you read the 
    sequel to his brief history, you will find that with all his efforts and 
    zeal, he could only at best effect a partial reformation. He found that 
    personal repentance was an easier thing than national; that it was easier 
    far, in the earlier part of his reign, to undo the effect of his father's 
    virtues, than in the latter part, to undo his own crimes. "Nevertheless,"
    we read, "the people still sacrificed in the high places." Ah! 
    how it would embitter his closing days to see, here and there, polluted 
    incense still rising from unhallowed groves and altars, and the trumpet of 
    vengeance sounding its retributive note in his ear--"Be sure your sin 
    will find you out!" 
    
    Even in his own private funeral rites and secluded tomb, 
    we can see a fruit of his early sin. By his reformation, and return to the 
    worship of his father's God, he had alienated the companions of his guilt 
    and the abettors of his idolatrous practices. Those, on the other hand, who 
    gladly hailed his change of mind, would be slow, as is generally the case, 
    to credit the reality; and even if certified of this, they could never 
    heartily forgive, or at least forget, the murderer of their fathers or 
    mothers or children. Dying, therefore, though he did, a believer--a true 
    child of Abraham--many tears did not follow him to the grave, nor did 
    willing hands rear a monument to his memory; moreover, he himself, painfully 
    aware how his inconsistent former life had compromised him in the eyes of 
    his people, might forbid the funeral pomp usually accompanying royal 
    burials. With no pretended humility, he had probably, as the shedder of the 
    blood of God's prophets, pronounced his ashes unworthy to mix with that of 
    his nobler ancestry, and on his death-bed given instructions that his 
    interment might take place within the precincts of his own garden.
    Reader, beware of sin. Think of the bitter consequences 
    it entails, how by unholy acts or inconsistent deeds, influence is lessened 
    or character lost. Avoid debatable ground. Keep off from what is likely to 
    compromise you. Remember righteous Lot. He made little after all of the rich 
    plains of Sodom and its luxurious capital. Men pointed at him with the 
    finger of scorn. Dark stains blotted the close of his life. Even in the case 
    of Manasseh, with a nobler and more consistent termination to existence 
    (many years, as we may surmise, of devotedness to the God of Israel), yet it 
    was easier for men to remember Manasseh the infidel, the scoffer, the 
    profligate, the persecutor, the reckless prodigal--than Manasseh the 
    converted, the royal penitent, the prodigal restored, the wondrous monument 
    of divine grace and mercy!
    But we have also, as we watch this singular "sunset," a 
    lesson of ENCOURAGEMENT– 
    We have a glorious testimony, in the case of Manasseh, 
    that no sinner need despair. Manasseh is now stooping over the walls of 
    heaven, in company with Saul the blasphemer, Zaccheus the extortioner, the 
    Magdalene of the Pharisee's house, the dying felon of Calvary, and 
    proclaiming that, for the vilest sinner, there is mercy. Yes, although this 
    man had defied his God; had scorned pious counsels; had added bloodshed and 
    cruelty to rampant unbelief and lawless lust; yet when the blast of God's 
    trumpet sounded over the apparently impregnable citadel of his heart, it 
    fell to the dust; and from that hour, in which grace triumphed, its walls 
    became "salvation and its gates praise."
    And that grace which saved Manasseh, can save every one 
    of us--the poorest, the vilest, the most desponding.
    Is there one such whose eye traces these pages--some one 
    whose whole past life is one sad foul retrospect--a story of aggravated 
    guilt and impiety--a father's counsels, a mother's prayers, mocked and 
    scorned--deep, dark stains blotting every page of conscience and memory? 
    Have God's bowmen of conviction found you in the thorns? Have they dragged 
    you to some dungeon of despair, and left you, amid the darkness of its 
    rayless vaults, to brood over impending death? Oh! send up your cry for 
    mercy to Manasseh's God. HE will not scorn you. No; though you have scorned
    Him, scorned His people, scorned His mercies, scorned His 
    afflictions, scorned His providence, scorned His ministers, yet He will not 
    scorn you. "He will regard the cry of the destitute, and will not despise 
    their prayer." This story of Manasseh has been "written for the 
    generations to come, that the people who shall be created may praise the 
    Lord," (Ps. 102:18).
    And is there no special encouragement here to Christian 
    parents? We have alluded, more than once, to Manasseh scorning his father's 
    piety and prayers. We have spoken of good Hezekiah, as his end approached, 
    imbuing that young heart with these prayers, pouring on that young kingly 
    brow this best anointing oil. Alas! is it another case on which to found the 
    sneer of the infidel?--"What need is there of prayer? Here is another 
    testimony that the prayer of pious lips ascends in vain. Hezekiah prays. But 
    the heavens are as brass and the earth as iron. The Lord has 'not heard,' 
    the 'God of Jacob has not regarded.' This child of prayer grows up a daring 
    and defiant unbeliever. 'Is there a God on the earth?'"
    No, O man; who are you that replies against God? 
    Hezekiah's prayer is heard. His cries have not entered in vain into the ears 
    of the God of Sabbath. "The vision is yet for an appointed time, but at 
    the end it shall speak, and shall not lie--though it tarry, wait for it; 
    because it will surely come, it will not tarry," (Hab. 2:3). Years upon 
    years--half a lifetime--had elapsed--since the arrow of prayer had sped from 
    Hezekiah's bow. But when the good old king is sleeping his deep sleep, in 
    the regal sepulcher on Zion, lo! in yonder far-off dungeon, washed by the 
    tide of the distant Euphrates, the arrow has reached its mark; the word of 
    the Lord is tried--"Cast your bread upon the waters, and you SHALL find 
    it after many days." (Eccles. 11:1).