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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 :
Nor cease t approach his throne with fervent

Looking to Jesus to attain the endt :
The end of precious faith-Salvation sure-
Present salvation-Sin's effectual cure.
Put on the heav'nly armor of your God,

, That Satan's fiery darts you may repel :

Be sure, temptations will beset your road,

If ye sincerely strive to 'scape from hell. Yet, still proceed-on Jesu's grace depend His promise, pow'r, and love, will keep you to

the end.

A M E N.


On reading the Rev.Mr. James Brown's Pam

phlet, on the RESTITUTION OF ALL THINGS. HAIL kindred spirit, so alike to mine ! Methinks we shall eternally entwine : Or, if we part to spread the glorious flame, Wide as creation's bounds ; yet, there, the same Shall bind us as irrevocably one, One in the Saviour, the Eternal Son. Oh, were our Missionaries* all agreed, Like thee to sow the heav'nly gospel seed; The wiser Braminst in the Indian land, Could not from reason right, their words with

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. Browy was late a Missionary from the Society for propagating the Gospel in foreign parts, and Chaplain of the Britishi Garrison at Savannah, Georgia.

† Eternal damnation has been a doctrine preventing their accession to the faith. They believe just the contrary ; viz. the Universal Restoration.

# All the Greenlanders are now added to Christianity.

For all in these, the Saviour deigned to die !
And now he rules to bring his exiles home.
His dear, his blood-bought millions shall pro--

His wondrous love, with pure seraphic flame.
Urge on thy blazon'd course ; no mean descent
Hath caus'd thee to proclaim the Saviour sent.
But thou hast deeply drank Pierian streams,
Truth from thy writings dart, like thesun-beams,
Hail, happy flocks! who, by such shepherds led,
Imbibe celestial springs,& eat of heav'nly bread..
Go on, and play the man ; thou shalt obtain
The prize at last, the Saviour's plaudit gain !
Crown'd by the Saviour, at the glorious day,
For turning many right, who went astray.
Jesus will own you, not asham'd of him,
Appoint a kingdom, throne, and every thing.
Fain would I meet you at the Lord's right-hand,
As forming one of that high-favor'd band.


T. MR. WINCHESTER, On hearing his Introductory Lecture on the Pro

phecies. HAPPY the man commission'd from above, To teach the world JEHOVAH's boundless love ; His universal kingdom to proclaim, And spread abroad the Saviour's matchless fame. Hear it, ye mortals ! with unbounded joy, And let this grand event your noblest pow'rs employ

Enlarge my pow'rs, my God, to comprehend,
While I bow prostrate, and before thee bend.
The Saviour's love such wonders will complete,
As will reduce his foes to worship at his feet.
His mighty deeds employ the hosts above,
And countless myriads praise bis boundless love.
Let not my tongue be silent on this theme,
Since on my heart a ray, an heav'nly beam:
Of light hath shone--and darkness moves away--
Shine heav'nly light unto the perfect day.
Fain I'd attempt a sacrifice of praise ;
Obreath divine ! breathe, breathe,seraphic lays;
And help a mortal, while enshrin'd in clay,
To sound the wonders of thy love's display.
A panting heart is all I can present,
I'm so astonish'd at this great event.
Nations and kingdoms hear the joyful sound,
And seek the grace, that ye be worthy found
To have a part in the Millennial regin,
Escape the second death, and hell's tormenting

How doth the Saviour's love invite and warn!
But 'tis rejected oft with impious scorn.
Ah! why will ye such offer'd grace despise !
A secret whisper oft within me cries.
O hear its admonition, and be blest,
And quickly flee from sin; seek heaven's eter.

nal rest. Lord, thou hast said Surely, I quickly come.' Amen, so come, Lord Jesus, take us home,



O FOR a sweet inspiring ray

To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,

The blissful realms where Jesus reigns.
There low before his glorious throne,

Adoring saints and angels fall; And with delightful worship own,

His smiles their bliss, their heaven, their all. Immortal glories crown his head,

While sounding Hallelujah's rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread,

Through all the regions of the skies. He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs

To boundless rapture while they gaze; 'Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues

Resound his everlasting praise.


Psalm 148.

PRAISE to the Lord who arch'd the sky,

Is the sweet sound that wakes my tongue ; Praise to the Lord who dwells on high, Shall finish the delightful song.

Bright heav'ns above, your Builder's name Resound though ev'ry shining coast;

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