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CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. Yet still the same, he wooes this heart of As wiods, and storms, and dashing surges

stone, roar

And makes his love by countless mercics Wiih dreadful fury on the seaskirt store;

known ! Al other times, the gencle zephyrs play,

What can I say, dear Lord, to love so And the unruified stream pursues its way:

strange 'Tis thus, methinks, it passes in my soul, To love that all my rebeiacts can change! One day the weather's fair, another fool. Language here fails; an angel can't exNow tempest cost with various doubts and fears,

Be hush'd then, Muse, and silently adore! My heart o'erwhelm'd with woe, my eye

Or if some zephyr breathe upon thy with tears,

strings, "Itipending clouds of darkness o'er me Or passing angels touch thee with their spread,

wings, And in the paths of Hell I seem to tread; Let thy best notes resound my Saviour's My ways all strew'd with thorns, while praise ! black Despair

And all thy there be his redeeming grace! Would fill the measure of my days with

That shall employ in Heav'n my better

pow'rs! Oppress'd, cast down, and almost robb'd of That shall on earth solace my captive hope,

hours ! To the poor sinner's Friend I then look up;. That shall my charter wor!ds above ! Cast at his feet my burden and ny griet,

And then no Heav'n l'll ask but Jesus' And there, and there alone, I find relief.

love !

G. R. He says to each rude passion," Peace,

be still ;' And straight it yields obedience to his win.

He orders light where darkness reigu'd

Mark the resplendent orb of day,
And bids me disbelieve his love no more. Early diffuse his orient ray,
At his command my hope once more apo

Eoliv'ning all around !

The dew, soft trembling, then is seen And flow'rs of Eden deck this vale of On ev'ry beauteous spire of green

That decorates the ground, To Zion bound, refresh’d, I speed my way, As, if the op'oing scene invite And travel on by night, as well as day. To hail his mild recording light, At times I sing, but oft my harp's un

Each drop refulgence gaus; strung,

• The prism's diverging colours tou, Or set to notes which captive Israel sung

On ev'ry humid ball we view, When they the Babylonian streams ex

That clothes the verdant plains. plor'd,

But should the sun his glary shroud And Zion's loss in plaintive strains de.

In some opaque obtruding cloud, plor'd.

Soon is their beauty lost : Yet if my anchor's cast within the vale, So Christians, if their Lord remove, Tho' now oppos'd by many a boilt'rous

The sudden loss of comfort prove, gale,

Nor longer beauty boast. My little vessel shall the storm outride, Warn'd by the dew drop's transient show, Nor fear a wreck, for Jesus is irs guide. All self-depeode..ce I forego, How oft has he been better than my fears, Nor truse my treach'rous heart. And with a promise check'd my Howo Jesus ! to thee my soul would fly, ing tears,

Thou Son of righteousness on high, Met my request, prevented my desire,

Thy quick’ning beams in part ! And turn’d to songs of praise my mournfullyre!

The smallest drop throughout the field But ok, what base returns my heart has

Will somewhat of sweet radiance yield,

Cheer'd by the rising day ; made !

So I, the meanett of wine own, How oft his love by coldness has been

Dear Lord! would dwell before thy paid !

throne, How oft I've slighted, turn'd away my

And shine with borrow'd ray. face Frem all the javications of his grace !


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New-cast my plummet, make it spt to

Where the rocks lurk, and where the Las not tbe water-floods overflow me, neither

quicksands lie : ket sbe deep swallow ine up Guard thou the gulph with love; my The world's, a sea ; my flesh a ship calms.with care ; that's mamu'd

Cleanse thou my freight; accept my slen With lab'ring thoughts, and steer'd by • der fare : Reason's band :

Refresh the sea-sick passenger , cut short My heart's the seaman's chart, whereby His voyage ; safe land him in his wish to she sails;

for port. My loose affections are the greater sails Thou, thou whorri winds and stormy seas, The topsail is my fancy; and the gusts

obey, That fill these waqton sheets are worldly That through the deep gay'st murmuring lusts.

Israel way, Prayer is the cable, at whose end ap- Say lo my soul, be safe; and then my eye pears

Shall scorn grim Death, although grims The anchor Hope, ne'er slipp'd but in Death stand by. our fears:

Oh! thou, whose strength reviving are My will's th' unconftant pilot, that com did cherish mands

Thy sinking Peter at the point to perish, The stagg'ring keel ; my sins are like Reach forth thy hand, or bid me treadu the sands;

the wave; Repentance is the bucket, and mine eye I'll come, I'll come: the voice that calls The purns, unus'd (but in catremes) and will save.


T. J. N. My conscience is the plummet, that does press

Written after realing the Accounts The 'deeps, but seldom cries, O fathomless :

publisheit by the Strung erst Friend Smooth calm's security; the gulph's despair; Society, for the year 1802. My freight's corruption, and this life's What scenes of misery and woe! my fare.

Alas! What blasts of sorrow blows
My soul's the passenger, confused, driv'n Unheeded by the throng !
From fear to fright; her landing port is The busy, careless, and supine,

Such visits and such scenes decline ;
My seas are störmy, and my ship doth

Nor dwell they on their tongue ! leak ;

Little ye rich and prosp'rous think My sailors rude';, my steers-man faint How many féllow-creatures sink, and weak :

Through poverty a od grief!
My canvas forny, it flaps from side to side: O from your treasure kindly spare :
My cable's crack'd, my anchor's slightly' A trifle let the wretched share,

To bring them kind relief.
My pilot's craz'd; my shipwreck sands Their pains and woes, their wretched state,

are cloak'd;
bucket's broker, and my pump is

O think, it might have been your fate,

Unworthy what you have : choak'd; My calm's deceitful, and my golph's.100

Then let their miseries awake

Some gen'rous purpose, for his sake near; My wares are slubber’d, and my fare's too

Who came the lost to save! dear:

Great God, with blessings e'er surround My plummet's light, it cannot siók-nor

Those who in works of love abound,

Who visit scenes of woe:
O, shall iny rock-be-threaten'd soul Be To Death, nor to Disease a prey,
drowu'd ?

O keep and bless them in the way Lord, still the seas; and shield my ship

In' which they kindly go. frost harm,

Crown their endeavours to reclaim Instruct niy sailors, guide my's Poor guilty sinners through thy name,

And bring thein back to God. arm ; Touch thou my compass, and renew my

Wisdom, and Surrogth, and Health afford, sails ;

While thus they imitate their Lord! Send stiffer courage, or send milder gales;

This path the Saviour trod. Make strong my eable; bind my anchor O Sin, what mis'ry hast thou brought Master;

On wretched man, Hortougue nor thought Direer my pilot, and be thou his master. Can tell or e'er conceive. ! Object the sands to ny more serious view; O awful view !bor now we may Make sound my buckets bore my puinp Escape elernal death, 0 day, anews

If we on Chrift believe!



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Mr. Cowper's relapse occurred in 1773, in his fortya second year. His derangement so completely subverted those doctrinal sentiments which had afforded him, for the last nine years, the most transcendent comfort, that he considered himself as cast off for ever from the hope of mercy, although he never disputed the divine change which had been wrought in bis mind. Through the depths of his distress, Mr. Newton attended him with unfailing tenderness of friendship, and once entertained him fourteen months at the vicarage; but he was deaf to consolation or encouragement, while he supposed the ear of his Creator to be shut against his complaints and requests. He ceased not only from attending public service, but. likewise from joining in domestic worship, or attempting privare devotion. His judgment was equally convinced as ever of the glory of Christ, and his desires for communion with God were as fervent; but apprehending his own perdition to be determined by an inmutable decree, he regarded it as blasphemy in him to ask for mercy. His pious neighbours were struck with terror, as well as with compassion, at so awful a change. He was inaccessible to all, except Mr. Newton; but all, like him, longed to contribute to his relief. After the first dreadful paroxysm of his disorder, although his unhappy persuasion remained unalterable, he was indaced to admit some diversion of his mind from melancholy. Estranged from human society, he was inclined to domesticate a young leveret ; and his neighbours instantly supplied him with three. The choice of their food, and the diversity of their dispositions, amused his mind; and their occasional diseases called forth his tenderness. Two of them died; but the third was his companion throughout his abode at Olney. Seven years elapsed before he sufficiently re


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