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in earth, and things under the earth.” We find the first Adam giving names to the visible creation around him; but I should humbly imagine he could never, in his creature standing and perfection, reach so high as to spell the mystic name of Jesus, Emmanuel, God with us, God in us, God for us. This blessed secret was reserved to be unfolded when human glory was tarnished, creature perfection marred, and when our loss in our first mutable head, had made way for our gain in the Immutable Second, whom the Lord himself would name, and whose name none can rightly pronounce but by himself ; for “none can call Jesus Lord, but by the Holy Ghost;" they may lisp the Sibboleth, but the true Shibboleth can come from Heaven alone : and thus do we see, in all this loss and gain, creature-weakness and Creator-glory. Now wisdom dwells with prudence and finds out knowledge of witty inventions, and thus is the inner man led into things which are parabolical and hidden to the natural mind; and while we hate sin with a perfect hatred, we triumph over the fall and its misery, and thus wisdom is justified in all her children, even the little ones also. To him be glory who alone is worthy; for whom, by whom, and through whom are ALL things. I thank you, dear sir, for your last epistle, and thank the Lord for his kindness to you therein described. I trust, ere this, Mrs. T.'s heart is comforted; for though her Benjamin is dead, her Jesus ever lives: hope also your family afflictions are alleviated; but if not, the strength, patience, and tenderness of Jesus, are undiminished—wherefore it shall be well. How does Zion prosper? Hope you there enjoy power and presence, breathe a free atmosphere, and, in the privileges of heirship, sit much in the heavenlies. We are getting on slowly at Sion; but Jesus comes through and above all with his life and warmth. You know he can come and stand in the midst, though the doors ARE shut. Mr. R. has called upon us : I feel union of spirit with him, though sensible how much taller he is than myself. He kindly read me your letter, from which the Lord gave me a crumb, which has been very precious where yon speak of there “being no sin between you and the Lord Jesus." The realization of this in my soul hath produced joy and peace unutterable. Shall rejoice to hear from you when you have leisure, and the love of Christ constrains you, to write to one who, though most unworthy, he does much favour. Dearest mother is, through rich mercy, in tolerable health ; she unites with me in kind love to yourself and Mrs. T. Cease not, dear sir, to entreat for me at the footstool, that a more abundant measure of the Spirit may rest upon me, to unfold to me more of the matchless wonders and glories of my precious Lord Jesus, for whom I count all things loss, and who is all the wisdom, honour, happiness, and heaven I desire, and in the enjoyment of whose love I have already begun my heaven, and proved that the tabernacle of God is with men, and that he dwells in them, and walks with them, and communes with them with nearness inexpressible. To his loving heart and safe keeping I commend you, praying him to be much with you and give you much to reflect his glory ; and for his dear sake subscribe myself affectionately
Yours in Him,
To the Editor of the Gospel Magazine. MR. EDITOR,
Having been a reader of your Magazine for some time, I have sometimes been a little refreshed by reading its pages, especially such parts of it as have expressed the very dark state of mind to which I am sunk; such as, “Oh! that it was with me as in days that are past, when the candle of the Lord shone upon me,” I have for several years made a profession of religion ; for a time, while the fine edges were on, I could run with great pleasure in the ways of the Lord, making mention of his righteousness, and of his only ; I could then bless the Lord that he ever brought me to see what a lost sinful wretch I was by nature, and that I could do nothing towards helping myself out of the pit of sin and degradation into which I had fallen; I could then bless him for a free-grace salvation, which was in every point adapted to my awful case; was I sinful ? I saw there was a fountain open for sin and uncleanness ; was I helpless ? I saw that God had laid help on one that was mighty to save; was my righteousness filthy rags? I saw that Christ was made unto me righteousness, sanctification, and redemption ; was I without might? I saw that Christ was mighty
to save and strong to deliver: in short, I saw so much of my own filthiness, wretchedness, and depravity, that nothing but the complete work of Christ, which he has rendered to law and justice, could reach my awful case, and deliver poor me from eternal condemnation. I then saw the eternal standing of all God's chosen people in Christ before all worlds; I then saw that all the Father gave to Christ, Christ redeemed from all iniquity; their certain call, justification, sanctification, and finally their glorification. I not only saw it and approved of them in my judgment, but hope the Lord brought all these truths home to my mind by the influences of the eternal Spirit; for it is his province
" To change the heart, renew the will,
And turn the feet to Zion's hill.” And what shall I say more, Mr. Editor ? why, that though I be firm as a rock in these blessed truths of the everlasting Gospel, yet I have not felt the savour of these on my own soul for some two years past. I have been like a ship tossed to and fro by contrary winds, cannot read my title clear to mansions in the skies. I want to know whether, indeed, I be one of Christ's sheep, whether I be born again, not by the will of man, nor by the will of the flesh, but by the Spirit of our God. My greatest grief now is that I cannot love God and serve him as I would ; that I cannot mourn more over my sins and transgressions; that I am so worldly-minded, so lukewarm, so cold and indifferent with regard to the concerns of my soul; that I feel such a deadness, coldness, and indifference to the best things. I have scores of times got up from my knees in prayer, saying to myself, ". Lord, thou knowest there is not a jot of prayer in it.” And now, Mr. Editor, do you think the candle of the Lord will ever again shine on such a poor wretch ? or shall I be left to fill up the measure of my iniquity? I sometimes fear this will be the case! but yet, again I say, who can tell but the Lord may yet again shine into my soul and give me the light of the glorious Gospel of God, in the face of Jesus Christ ?
“ 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought,
Am I his, or am I not ? " Oh! Mr. Editor, that I had the God of Jacob for my refuge, and underneath his everlasting arms; then I know I could mount up as on the wings of eagles, run and not be weary, walk and not faint. Oh that the Lord would decide the doubtful case, and shine upon his work of grace, if it be indeed begun.” Finally, Mr. Editor, may you be enabled to wield, fearlessly, the sword of the Spirit of our God, in the face of all your enemies, and lift high the standard of the everlasting Gospel in this day of awful departure from the truth and simplicity of the Gospel, is the prayer of
J. B. Thornton, Yorkshire, Feb. 14th, 1842. [If, “T. B- ," these latter sentences are the simple, the sincere breathings of your heart-and we dare not say it is otherwise if your desires are after Jesus, and a manifestation of a Saviour's love ; if sin is hated, self despised, and an ardent longing for freedom from the influence of creature-righteousness, be yours; it is assuredly of God, and again will he appear on your behalf. At Bethesad's pool still you must tarry till the Angel of the covenant—the God-man Christ-in mercy passes by; when he the waters “ troubles," then, conscious of your need, entreat his gracious aid. A fresh beseech his interposing mercy; and, notwithstanding all the buffettings of sin and Satan, though they may do as others did, urge you to “trouble not the Master," yet put in your plea-cry, cry mightily, as blind Bartimeus did ; resolve, if dying, you will die at Jesu's feet. And did one ever perish there? Did Jesus ever turn away and say, “ I've nought to do with thee ? " " Can he who did with publicans and sinners walk ? can he who, not the righteous, but helldeserving sinners, came to save, reject your plea? No, never! We can say no more. If darkness, fear, and manifold anxiety, be the children's portion here ; if through tribulation, they the kingdom shall approach ; if Jesus-Satan's conqueror, sin's defeater--waded through the troubled waters of affliction, disquietude, and pain ; if he, the great Emmanuel, must cry, “ Eli, Eli, Lama Sabacthani?”-(My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me ?) what must we expect? Can we sup
pose in light unclouded, in joy uninterrupted, to journey through the path of life? Oh, no! a time of darkness, a measure of affliction, must to our portion fall, to teach us that here we have no settled rest; to bid us look and long for that eternal world, where sighing, sin, and sorrow, shall for ever cease; where tribulation can never for a moment come. But, if in Christ we're rooted, if Jesus has in mercy passed by, and bade us live; now, e'en now, with all our darkness, and disquietude, and fear, we are as safe as we shall ever be; nor is he less our Advocate and Friend. With one eternal look of love he views us, nor will he place upon us more than we can bear, or suffer one trial more than circumstances need to harass and perplex us.--Ed.]
CORRESPONDENCE OF THE LATE YOUTHFUL H. A. HARRIS.
LETTER VII.-To MR. J— S . My dear JOSEPH,
I received yours with great pleasure, and expected another this morning, but am disappointed. I am sorry at the despondency of your letter, but am glad that you have such knowledge of the darkness which surrounds you. “In Him all fulness dwells; " there is a fulness of light to discover darkness; a fulness of joy, of peace, of love, of grace, in the dear Emmanuel ; and all for his dear people. "Out of this fulness may you receive, and grace for grace.” Last time I wrote of Jesus being at Ramsgate; I forgot to say that Satan is here, too, and quite as willing to destroy as in London. Oh, what temptations have been advanced, what corruptions have arisen! so that my soul has appeared upon the verge of the bottomless pit; but I trust my great Advocate has prayed for me, that my faith fail not-saying, “I pray not that thou shouldst take him out of the world, but that thou shouldst keep him from the evil.” What a mercy for you and me, my dear friend, that we have an Advocate, Christ! one who is touched with the feeling of our infirmities. And yet, alas ! how base is our ingratitude, how vile is the unkind return for all the favour of so good a Prince. Traitors we are, and richly do we deserve a traitor's doom. May we mourn over our iniquities, and yet rejoice in Him who was bruised for them. May we weep over our sins, and yet sing to the everlasting praise of Him who hath surely borne them. Thank you kindly, my Joseph, for your prayer, that “my mind may often walk over Gethsemane's garden. I felt the magnitude of such a wish as that, it was a noble wish; a wish worthy of the redeemed spirit of a son of God. I return it you, but cannot add to it. Gethsemane's garden! Gethsemane's garden! precious, precious, precious spot, as viewed in conjunction with a precious Christ. There Jesus sank beneath a hellish load-my transgressionsa load that would have plunged my soul into damnation irretrievable. Oh, the lofty height! oh, the vast depths of one atom of the abounding love of Jesus !
“Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?”
“I no more at Mary wonder,
Dropping tears upon the grave." Such a stream of blood seems to flow into my soul, that I wish my head were waters, and my eyes fountains of tears, that I might weep my love at the feet of the Lamb of God. I told you I could write you a letter that should be all of Him; but here I am writing my own feelings. Well, is there a spark of love but is of Him? and sure I am it shall be to the praise of Him. Oh! that I could rise to the throne of His glory, to praise Him as I would, and cast my blood-purchased thankfulness at his dear feet.
You know very well I have long! wished to depart and be with Christ; to see hiin as he is, and to behold his glory ; to be made like him, and to enjoy uninterrupted communion with Him. There I should see you, and talk with you of the loving heart of the Lord our righteousness—no more parting for ever. May the good will of Him that dwelt in the bush be with you; may the blood of sprinkling, the love of Jesus, be with you. May faith, hope, and love, be in lively exercise through the indwelling of God the Holy Ghost; that you may be enabled to see your name recorded in the Lamb's book of life. Amen.
And believe me ever to remain,
Your affectionate Friend, Ramsgate, June 26th, 1836.
H. A. HARRIS.
To the Editor of the Gospel Magazine. DEAR SIR,
In accordance with a promise I made to you, a few months ago, I send you a copy of an original unpublished letter of the late excellent W. Huntington. I have transcribed it nearly verbatim, though perhaps, you may consider some parts better excluded in its publication in your pages; however, I did not like to make any omission, but submit it to you; and consider it altogether valuable, not only on account of its spirituality, but as exhibiting clearly, in several points, the character of that honoured servant of the Most High. Where, sir, can the believer's soul find greater peace, in persecution, or at any time, than in the consoling thought, that Christ (whatever may occur) is still King in Zion; and, oh that we may through grace join in his sweet resolve in which I have found much comfort), “My whole soul is bent upon keeping close to my God.” Oh, for a closer walk with Him ! then, though earth and creatures frown, all is well. May we, indeed, be “A people near unto Himself ; living more upon Him, and in communion and fellowship with our altogether lovely Lord.” That He may continue to prosper your labours in his cause, and abundantly pour upon your own soul his choicest blessing in them, is the desire of
Yours in sincerity, Nov. 29th, 1841.
EBENEZER. UNPUBLISHED LETTER OF THE LATE WILLIAM
HUNTINGTON. I RECEIVED my dear friend's second epistle, but not in that shattered condition as I did the first. I had long the same conflict in my mind, day and night, soon after the war first broke out, about five years ago or more, and death before me in every form that could be represented as dreadful and terrible ; with my mind in continual labour, day and night, for upwards of six months. At last, I seemed to feel submission to the will of God, hoping for strength equal to the day : since that Satan has laboured hard, but could not bring it with any weight, and of course could not disturb my mind much ; nor has this threatened invasion greatly moved me, knowing the Captain of our Salvation is allsufficient, and we know what he can do, by what he has done for us. Love is strong as death, no waters can quench it, nor floods drown it; love cannot be bought, nor can it be sold, it cannot be forced, nor can it be conquered ; love will love, when we are dead, for if love cannot be drowned, it cannot be killed. The love of the Trinity is the three-fold cord of this the earthly house of our tabernacle, in which God, by the love of the Spirit, has dwelt ; and though this tabernacle be dissolved, yet the cords are not broken, nor is one stake moved by death, for the life and strength of the stake is Christ, and the building is to grow up a holy temple in him ; all the lines and cords meet in his heart ; and all the stakes stand fast in him who is omnipotence. There is the plague of leprosy in the portable habitation, on which account it must dissolve to purify and sweeten it, and purge its dross; but “of all the Father hath given me I should lose nothing, but raise it up at the last day ; this is the will of him that sent me." I much question whether Buonaparte will not find his intended expedition will injure him as much as it will us, for he seems to be on the very pinnacle of pride and ambition, and we are to have no God but one. God will have no rival nor equal ; when the King of Babylon forgot that he was a man, God turned him into a beast, the heart of a beast was given to him. I have no doubt but the end of that man will be awful and notorious enough, but what mischief he may be permitted to do before he goes hence, I cannot determine ; but Christ is King of Zion, my whole soul is bent upon keeping close to my God; and whether he frown or smile, withdraw or draw nigh, I hope with unwearied and unabated diligence, to seek him in the face of his dear Son ; in the word of his grace, in the means of his appointment, in the study, in the leadings of his providence, and in his daily visitations. There is such a thing, my dear sister, as delighting one's-self in the Almighty, making up one's happiness in Him, living upon the exceeding great reward. But various are our trials before we come to this, and this it is that galls Satan ; his rage, jealousy, and indignation, smoke at the access, the intercourse, the communion, and happiness of poor souls who are blessed and comfortable in their God; this he kens with jealous rage, and this we find as soon as ever the sweet Comforter suspends his sweet influence, for these, Satan comes with double fury, and musters every inbred corruption that the human heart can produce ; he ani. mates and puts fresh strength, motion, and vigour, in every member of the old man, and infuses his wrath and rage through these. The whole frame of nature is set on fire of hell ; indeed it is an awful truth, that the carnal mind is enmity against God. Bless God for a Mediator, and for the word of reconciliation, and bless God for the implantation of his own grace. Faith and unbelief-love and hatred—hope and despondency-patience and peevishness—pride and humility-meekness and malice-life and death, must and shall struggle together ; but the old man is put off when the new man is put on, and what I allow not, it is no more I. Grace is the Lord's treasure, and shall not be lost ; and those that trust in Christ are his glory, and shall not be given to another. The kingdom of God, its subjects, its laws, its revenue, and glory, must continue and be settled in heaven, for we have received a kingdom that cannot be moved. Satan and the doctor have had a very sharp set-to lately ; he stirred up my evil and wretched tempers not a little ; he got me into bondage, and triumphed over me for some time, but the snare was broken, and I was permitted once more to escape ; and so I shall, I hope, to the end. My disease greatly increases. In the country I am almost a bishop at large.
Remember me to Mr. H., and accept the best wishes of Dec. 23rd, 1803.
A SINNER SAVED. “SEEKING” ENCOURAGEMENT.--Did you get your message from the Lord, sir ? Then deliver it, and ask no questions; unless you want the pride of the heart to be rebuked, as was that of a minister who once preached in the hearing of Robert Hall. “How did you like the discourse ?” said he, very inquisitively. “One passage struck me as being particularly good,” replied Mr. Hall, after some hesitation. “ Indeed, sir! what was that ? pray mention it.” “The passage from the pulpit to the vestry, sir !”