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LONGING FOR HOME. Blessed Spirit! Heavenly Dove !
Thee I'd slighi not, thee I love ;
By Iby pow'r, and thine alone,
The value of these gifts I've known. And I on: week am wearer come; Fly swist, ye hours: convey me fast
Toiny long wish'd for, dearest home.
THE POOR BLIND.
A Morning Reflection,
Be glad, my soul; the gloomy nigbo
Has now her rule resigu'd : But oh! I long unccasinyly
Pchold mine eyes! the grateful light To dwell at home, and see him i here !
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 these no pleasure find;
Thank my kind Maker for my eyes
And pity the poor blind. Soon as his grace has made me neet
They pity claim; but more, much more, For iny inheritance above,
The man of darkenid mind, He'll call me from my banish'd state,
his hard lot mouros o'er and o'er ; And take me to my blissrul home. This his ad cise does not deplore, Theo 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 confind;
Can you forget your dismal state ;
A Savjour's love so fr e, so great, 1 ascend unto my Father and your Father. That pity'd you when blind. FATHER! that name 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 tno 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 midse earthly scenes ap• I greit ye, Nissionary bands, pear
In pure compassion join’d; Tharname brings pow'rful consolation near,
pray, May God uphold i he hands When this poor world a barren waste That carry life to dying lands, is found;
And light to singers 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! chat citle I would still repeat :
Go on till light all nations fill,
And (if it were Heav'n's sov'reign will) An orphan knows the bliss that word
Till all the blind shall see. reveals : (Dear to my heart, till it shali fail to beat!)
W. BARRS. An orihan best iis boundless value feels. My Farber, Go!! 'uis ba'm for ev'ry woe; A spring whence joys ecstatic ceaseless
On the Domestic Happiness of a
How blest the pair whom Christian love
Joy smailes upon their days, and crowns PRECIOUS Book ! of books the best ;
their nights; Dearest gift o: Go!, but one ;
In peace their ha, py monients glide away,
To the Ediror.
Thus, Lord ! shines thy glory, in works DEAR SIR,
of thy hands;
(mandg. The music of Handel, as in most of his
Rut must thy redemption our wonder decompositions, was adapted not merely to Thy Maj-sty veil'din fiesh like our owng 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'erwhelin'd us, thy pity ree occasion of a new version of the Psalms, sto: '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 attemnied a more literal, as well as a more inodern For this God is our God for ever and transfusion of the original into the En- ever ; lie will be our Guide even unio glish language,-adbeiing to the metre Deak.-Psalm xlvii. 14. to which Handel's admirable rune was adapted. The whole psalm being Could I say, “ This God is mine," tou copious for your Miscellany, I With a confidence divine, have been liiniled to the first thirteen Surely, I wo more should rove, verses ; adding, at the close, wiat ap- Seeking any meaner love. peared requisite to accommodate the
He all mercy is, and grace,
Were I settled in his love,
Sure, I never more should rove.
O would he this truth reveal,
Surely, till I soar'd above,
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 re move, The fathomless deep his mansion sustains;
I should see his name is Lave! His chariut, the clouds, he guides or re.
strani: The rinu's sounding pinions his footsteps
SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN, proclaim ;
Sung ai Paradise Street Chapel,
Father of Heavin, to thee we raise
Bless'd be thy name, thou God ot love, mers’d; He spoke by his thunders, the waters dis. Thy tender mercy saw us lie
Oppress'd with sin and misery ; They mounted the hills, thy call to attend; And sent thy Son to our relief.
Pity'd our humless, hopeless grief, Rebukd by thy voice, the valcs they.de. scenid;
O bless'd Redeemer, who can icll Retire io iheir channels, and haste to the Thy love in saving us from Hell? deep,
Christ dy'd for u5, -
for us 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 high ;
l'our children who kis word believe : Of beasts tame and wild, the thirst to sup
" Porbid them nut, my grace is free; ply :
* Let little children come tu 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 cur 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 friends, we pray, treat
Who give to our support to-day; And pour thidugh the groves their ine- For gold and silver giv'n below, lodies Swect :
Eternal life do thou bestow. W. W
AV ACCOUNT OF
NEAR MARTHA BREA, IN JAMAICA.
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 bad learnt to read the Scriptures, and to write a little. At the evacution of New York, in 1783, I was, with my wife and child, obliged to come to the island of Jamaica. I am now a man well-stricken in
infirm. 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 XI.