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The last Composition of the Rev. Ch. WESTLÉ
IN age and feebleness extreme,
ON BROTHERLY LOVE:
By the late Rev. Mr. Elliot.
THE LOVE OF CHRIST.
WRITTEN BY A LADY, AT EARLY DAWN. WELCOME to me this soft,this silent dawni, To pure devotion may'st thou sacred be :
My waking heart, with the returning morn,
In blooming spring, I'd celebrate thy praise ;
From a FATHER to his CHILDREN. To you, my children, I these lines ac dress,
That ye may follow in the heav'nly road. Happy the youth(more than can tongue express) Who give the morning of their lives to God ;
And walk in wisdom's ways---O fear His name ; His word believe.-- His faithful promise claim. That Grace which taught my early youth to flee Those paths which souls to sure destruction
bring : “ Who loved me.--and gave himself for me ;"
His loving-kindness I essay to sing. My God-my children's God--forever near, Our souls to bless,your pray’rs, & mine,to hear. The Royal Prophet, by experience prov’d, No happiness, in things of time and sense Could e'er be found, while o'er the earth he rov'd
And felt of false delights the vain pretence : But sums up all in one decisive rule, • The fear ofGod'-first step in Wisdom's school. O may this fear be on your hearts imprest, By His Almighty Spirit--as on mine. In youth and riper years, supremely blest
And happy-you in life and death shall shine ; Like him, † of old, who“ gave with Christ to
reign, “ His golden years in prison, and in pain.” Blest man of God! whose plain and artless lays,
In strains pathetic, on his children call, To imitate their sire in pray'r and praise,
And live to Him, who freely died for all. His lines evince the pow'r of heav'nly grace ; The same-howe'er remote the age or place. From earliest infancy, I fix the date The Blessed Spirit wrought within my breast;
+ Robert SMITH-who was burnt in the reign of Queen Mi: ry; and while in prison, wrote an Exhortation to his Children.. See 3d Vol. of Fox's Martyrology.
And taught my soul the grosser sins to hate,
And in transgression's ways to take no rest. Shall I this feeble knowledge then despise ! Or praise my God, and all his goodness prize ? O praise the Lord, my soul, for this and all
His mercies manifest in riper years : When farther favor'd with His gracious call,
To know, to feel, and to lament with tears Thy fallen state--His voice to Jesus led Thy feeble steps, and banish'd fear and dread. How many streams unite to swell the sea
Of mercy, boundless as the God of Love! His Word--His Ministers-His Spirit-He
To sinners freely gives, that they may prove His gracious promise, ever to receive All who to Jesus come, that they may live. Therefore, my children, by the written Word,
'Try every inward and external call; Prove men and doctrines, whether they accord :
By this criterion, let them stand or fall. Be it through life, your resolution fix'd, To search the soul-converting,sacred text. Next to his Word, his Ministers revere ;
His ordinances constantly attend :
Be sure, temptations will beset your road,
If ye sincerely strive to 'scape from hell.
On reading the Rev.Mr. James Brown's Pam
phlet, on the
stand, But with the Greenlanders, I would all obey, Own the sweet sound, & chant the heav'nly lay. High as the heav'ns, and deep as hell they'd cry, Wide as time past, and broad as to time come;
* Mr. Brown was late a Missionary from the Society for propagating the Gospel in foreign parts, and Chaplain of the British Garrison at Savannah, Georgia.
† Eternal damnation has been a doctrine preventing their accession to the faith. They believe just the contrary ; viz. the Unia versal Restoration,
† All the Greenlanders are now added to Christianity.