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And pity

poor blind.

LONGING FOR HOME. Blessed Spirit! Heavenly Dove !

Thee I'd slight rot, thee I love ;
A Thought at the Cluse of a Week.
And now another week is past,

By aby pow'r, and thine alone,

The value of these gifts I've known. And I one week am nearer come ; Fly swist, ye hours ; convey me fast

To my long wish'd. for, dearest home.
Far from my father's house, its true,

Yet frequent tokens of his love,
And kind memorials, not a few,

A Morning Reflection,
Oft I receive from him above.
Sometimes he deigns to visit me,

Be glad, iny soul; the gloomy night And with his grace my heart to cheer :

Has now her rule resigu'd : But oh! I long uaccasingly

Pehold mine eyes! the grateful light To dwell at home, and see him there!

Returns again to bless thy sight,

But visits not the blind. His love has plac'd me in this school,

Where ev'ry lesson of his grace, The moro may make the sun arise,
And all the discipline and rule,

And these no pleasure find;
Are to prepare me for that place. Then let me well thy mercies prize,
Soon as his plans are ali complete,

Thank my kind Maker for my eyes,

the And I am perfected in love ; Soon as his grace has made me meet

They pity claim ; but more, much more, For my inheritance above,

The man of darken'd mind, He'll call me from my banish'd state,

Tbst his hard lot mouros o'er and o'er; And take me to my blissful home. This his gad cise does not deplore, Then wait, my soul, in patience wait; Nor knows that he is blind. Soon will his glorious chariot come.

W.B.. Christians, who yourselves of late,

In darkness were confin’d;

Can you forget your dismal state ;

A Saviour's love so frie, so great, 1 ascend unto my Father and

your Father. That pity'd you when blind. FATHER! that pame is music to my ear!

No,” you reply, while life remains; My heart reverb'rates at the cheering

His grace we'll call to mind :

We'll publish too in joyful strains, sound: Anxious, in vain, I ran gay Pleasure's

Jesus still lives, and grace still reigais, round;

In pity to the blind! Never such joys midst earthly scenes ap• I grect ye, Missionary bands, pear

In pure compassion join'd;
That name brings pow'rful consolation near, I pray, May God uphold ihe hands
When this poor world a barren waste

That carry life to dying lands,
is found;

And light to sinners blind, From that rich source my eager hopes are crown'd,

Go on, ye highly favour'd still, While only disappointment waits me bere. The shades begin to flee ; Father! that title I would suill repeat :

Go on till light all nations fili, An orphan knows the bliss that word

And (if it were Heav'n's sov 'reiga will) reveals :

Till all the blind shall see. (Dear to my heart,till it shall fail to heat !)

W. BARRE. An or han best its boundless value feels. My Fatber, Go!! 'uis ba'm for ev'ry woe; A spring whence joys ecstatic ceaseless

On the Domestic Happiness of a

Christian Couple.
Written on a Blank Leaf of a

How blesr the pair whom Christian love Pocket Bible.


Joy smailes upon their days, and crowns PRECIOUS Book ! of books the best ;

their nights; Dearest gist o: Gol, but one ;

In peace their harpy monients glide away, That onenaccae all the rec..

Tu both are welcom'd te eternal div.

To the Editor.

Thus, Lord ! shines thy glory, in works DEAR SIR,

of thy hands;

(mands. The nusic of Handel, as in most of his But most thy redemption our wonder de

compositions, was adapted not inerely to Thy Majesty veildin fesh like our own, the metre but to the sense of the old ver. By Jesus display'd, transcendently shone ; sion of Psalm civ. I have heard, that on Thine anger o'erwhelm'd us, thy pity reoccasion of a new version of the Psalms, stor'd ; a premium was once advertised for a new Thy promise upholds us !-My soul, praise translation ofchat Psalm in theold metre, the Lord !

MINIMUS. but that the object was not accomplished. In the following lines I have attempted a more literal, as well as a more modern For this God is our God for ever and transfusion of the original into the Eo- ever ; he will be our Guide even unie glish language,---adbering to the metre Deauk.--Psalm xlviii. 14. io which Handel's admirable tune was adapted. The whole psalm being COULD I say, “ This God is mine," too copious for your Miscellany, í With a confidence divine, have been limited to the first thirteen Surely, I no more should rove, verses ; adding, at the close, wat ap- Seeking any meaner love. Deared requisite to accommodate the He all mercy is, and grace. Ode of the Jewish prophet to the use of Heav'u shines buaming in his face ; cvangelical worshippers.

Were I settled in his love,

Sure, I never more should rove.
ADOKE, O my soul, Jehovah's great name!

O would he this truth reveal, With majesty cloth'd, and matchless in

And stamp it with his heavenly seal, faine:

Surely, till I soar'd above, The sun's dazzling lustre his robe he hath Nothing could my spirit move. made ;

Cursed sin! wert thou forgiv’n, The heav'ns are a curtain, his glories to I should have a present Heav'n! shade.

Would my God this veil remove,
The fathomless deep his mansion sustains; I should see his name
His chariut, the clouds, he guides or re.

strains : The rind's sounding pinions his footsteps SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN, . proclaim ;

Sung at Paradise Street Cbapel,
His erivoys are spirits, his ministers flame.

He founded the ear:h immovably fast; Father of Heav'n, to thee we raise
Yet suinmond the floods its lorin ty lay The cheerful notes of solemn praise :
waste :

Bless'd be thy name, thou God of love, The loftiest mountains, in waves were im

m. By all on earth, by all above. mers’d; He spoke by his thunders, the waters dis. Thy tender mercy saw us lie pers'd.

Oppress'd with sin and misery ; They mounted the hills, thy call to attend;

Pity'd our helpless, hopeless griei, Rebuk'd by thy voice, the vales they, de.

i Alid sent thy Son to oor relief. scend;

O bless'd Redeemer, who can tell Retire io their channels, and haste to the Thiy love in saving us froin Hell? deep,

Christ dy'd for us, --- for os he rose ; Its limits appointed for ever to keep

And rising conquer'd all our foes. The earth thus renew'd, he waters from

Now kindly Jesus doch receive

Pour children who his word believe : Of beasts tame and wild, ihe thirst to sup :

- Forbid them not, ny grace is free;

* Let little children come to nie.” The springs, at his mandate gush forth While here we live, we'll spend our breath from the hills,

In praising Jesus ; and when Death And wind through the valleys, uniting Shall close our lips, our song shall rise; their rills.

In nobler strains, above the skies. The birds of the heav'ns, there find a re- O richly bless our íriends, we pray, treat,

Who give to our support to-day ; And pour through the groves their ine. For gold and silver giv'n below, lodies sweet :

Eternal life do thou bestow. W. W,

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[Drawn up by himself, and communicated to a Friend in Leicestershire.]
Honoured Sir,

I have been induced, by repeated solicitations, to make the following attempt to relate the particulars of my convictions, conversion, and experience, with the principles I hold and teach the people, and the manner of discipline and government in our church; as well as the success I have met with, in turning poor lost sinners from sin, to the knowledge and love of a precious Redeemer.

I consider it proper, before I proceed farther, to give an account of myself. - I am from New York, in North America, where my occupation was a barber. I was married September 4, 1778, to Susannah Ashton, a mantua-maker, a native of New York, by the Rev. W. Walters, agreeably to the rites of the church of England; in which denomination we had been brought up, and had learnt to read the Scriptures, and to write a little. At the evacution of New York, in 1789, I was, with my wife and child, obliged to come to the island of Jamaica. — I am now a man well-stricken in years,


very As to religion, when I first came to Jamaica, mine was that of the world: I was much given to strong drink, and to many other bad habits.

After my arrival, I hired a small shop in Kingston, where I followed my trade for three years; during which time I saw it would not answer, as I became very poor, and could scarcely subsist. I removed thence to a place in the mountains, called Leguine, about fifteen miles from Kingston, there to till the ground. The providence of God so laid it out, that this land came into Mr. Winn's possession.

There I found a black man of the Chamba country, named


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