The great Dr. Owen is equally impressive in his defence of the true Christian doctrine of Jehovah. He writes thus: "There are many who reject the doctrine of the Trinity as false, or despise it as unintelligible, or neglect it as useless. I know this ulcer lies hid in the minds of many; and expect it will break out and cover the whole body, of which they are members, with its defilements. But these things are left to the care of Jesus Christ. For the present I shall only say, that on this supposition, that God has revealed himself as Three in One, He is to be so considered in all our worship. And therefore in our initiation into the profession and practice of the worship of God according to the Gospel, we are in our baptism engaged to it, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. This is the foundation of 'our doing all the things that Christ commands us;' to this service of God as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, we are solemnly dedicated; each being equally participant of the same Divine nature." Viewed in the light of such a service, or brought into the presence of a noble theology such as this, Sabellianism, and its modern type in Socinianism, appear more like spectres from the tombs, than spirits sent from heaven. They sink into a contemptible insignificance, and retire abashed from a religion that supplies to us a Divine Father to bless us, a Divine Son to redeem us, and a Divine Spirit to renew us to a perfect holiness. Yet, while we believe this, while we rejoice in the glorious doctrine of a TRIUNE-JEHOVAH, let us not forget that it is one thing to admit this as an element of creed, and quite another to feel this truth in the heart; that it is one thing to acknowledge a Trinity in Unity, but a vastly different matter to know that we are called by the Father, redeemed by the Son, and sanctified by the Eternal Spirit. On this subject the pious remarks of Dr. Jeremiah Taylor may be read with profit. He says: "He who goes about to speak of the mystery of the Trinity, and does it by words and names of man's invention, talking of essences and existences, hypostasies, and personalities, priorities in co-equalities and unity in pluralities, may amuse himself and build a tabernacle in his head, and talk something he knows not what; but the good man, who feels the power of the Father, and to whom the Son is become wisdom, sanctification, and redemption, in whose heart the love of the Spirit of God is shed abroad; this man though he understands nothing of what is unintelligible, yet he alone truly understands the Christian doctrine of the Trinity." HYMN TO THE TRIUNE JEHOVAH. JEHOVAH-Triune God-thy name, Thou everlasting Three in One. Jehovah, Father, on us shine, From morn to eve, from day to night, (No 2. on Arianism will appear in our next.) In Memoriam, DEATH OF THE RELICT OF THE LATE MR. JOSEPH CARTWRIGHT. DEAR MR. EDITOR,-For the information of your readers, will you permit me to announce the death of that dear aged saint, Mrs. Cartwright, relict of the late Rev. Joseph Cartwright, the silvery tones of whose voice once charmed thousands of hearers in London and elsewhere. After having sojourned on earth nearly fourscore and five years, her ransomed spirit was on the 18th of May, released from the body of sin and infirmity to dwell for ever with Him whom on earth she loved and adored. The poet Cowper sang, "My boast is not that I deduce my birth, From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; Such was the boast of the dear departed; her father, the Rev. Wm. Entwistle, was not only a soldier of the cross, but an able minister of the New Testament. In very early life a change was wrought in our deceased friend, whereby she shunned not to confess her Saviour, on whom the best affections of her heart were centred, and thus was qualified for the station which she was appointed to fill, as the wife of an eminently godly minister, in which relation she was an active help-meet. A character based upon religious principles must command respect, and her consistent and upright conduct for seventy years is indeed most honourable, and redounds to the glory of Him who thus in the days of her childhood called her from darkness into light and sustained her all her journey through. But although the uprightness of her deportment was excelled by few, yet no one could be less desirous of claiming heaven on the foundation of personal merit, no one more sensible of her desert as a miserable sinner, and as such found no solid ground to rest her eternal salvation on but the promise of undeserved mercy. The heaviest affliction of her life was in 1861, when she endured the loss of him who had been her beloved and revered companion through so long a portion of her journey in the wilderness of life. She was now taken under the hospitable roof of her daughter, but the remainder of her life was more or less a life of pain and suffering. Yet who that knew her and conversed with her in her affliction does not remember her cheerful countenance and sparkling eye when Jesus and salvation by Him was the theme of conversation? When her health permitted she was a constant attendant at the house of God, where you, dear sir, then ministered, and your ministrations were to her profitable, inducing holy vigour and spiritual refreshment, yet clouds would sometimes overcast her soul, and being more of a doubting than a forward turn of mind, her faith was, at times, weak; added to which, the paroxysms of pain she was subject to, so depressed her spirits, that she could not refrain from weeping. The sickness which terminated her life was short, but long enough to evidence where her faith centred. A confirmation of the truths she had for seventy years believed, and which, at the close, redounded to the glory P of Him whom she had for so long a period delighted to extol. Her MRS. HEPHZIBAH WALLER, OF DICKLEBURGH, NORFOLK DEAR PASTOR,-On Lord's-day, Feb. 24th, 1867, my beloved mother was obliged to take to her bed. Three or four weeks previous to this, she complained of pain in her right side, which increased so much, that her medical adviser deemed it proper she should keep her bed for a week or two, hoping this might afford some benefit. The Lord's thoughts, however, are not as our thoughts, for he had designed to try her as gold is tried; for she was called to pass through a severe affliction, suffering, incessantly, the most excruciating pains. Although many things were tried to afford her ease, she daily grew worse; her case being beyond medical skill; none could afford the least benefit only that God, who did great things for her, whereof she was glad. At times, her pain was very great, so that, like Job, she chose death rather than life; however, there was a needs be for all her afflictions, for "the Lord doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men." My dear mother applied herself closely to reading, when she was able; and during the time of her lying in bed, she read the Word of God quite through; Smith's "Streams of the Desert;" also "Fruit from the tree of Life," and your "Scraps and Crumbs,' these books were much blessed to her; she frequently obtained a meal for her soul through reading them. A chapter on the elect of God, in the "Streams of the Desert," was made precious to her; for she found that Jehovah had chosen his people in the furnace of affliction. The Word of God, the above books, and two sermons you preached of sweet memory to my dear mother; and also your pleadings for her at a throne of grace, enabled her to bear her sufferings with patience and resignation. She was one of those who could not say much about what she felt, as you know, but she spoke many sweet things to you, declaring among the rest, that my poor supplications in her behalf and the aforesaid sermons from Job xxiii. 10, and Song of Solomon ii. 16, had been greatly blessed to her. She said these were times never to be forgotten; and that when she talked about these things, they caused her to forget her pain. She frequently said that if she could have walked, she should have attended your ministry; and and that if it pleased God to raise her up again, she hoped often to go hear you, for that she loved you for the truth's sake. She said she believed she might have attended the Established Church till the day of her death, without getting any real benefit; for, to use her own words, she said about two days before her death, "How I should like to see dear Mr. Taylor, for had I attended church to the day of my death, there is no reason to believe that I should have received the good I got under his preaching, conversation, and pleadings at a throne of grace." She said the clergyman did not preach into her heart; and that what he said was not heart searching. Not long before her departure, she said she could see the gates open for her, and the bright angels stand ready to receive her; she exclaimed, "Oh! the sweet music! oh! the sweet music!" She repeated the whole of that sweet hymn of Toplady's : Requesting me to read "Rock of Ages, shelter me! a psalm, I did so, after which she wished my father to kneel down, asking me to pray, saying, it might, perhaps, be the last time. I said, "Mother, when do you expect to find ease?" She replied It seems she thought a great deal about my father, for she earnestly entreated you to call and speak to him ; * she further said she could not forget carrying me in her arms to hear you preach, little thinking at that time that I should be called by grace, and the comfort she should have from my prayers. The last time you visited dear mother, she sank fast after you left; but reviving, quite unexpectedly to us all, she requested us to sing, "Lord, how delightful 'tis to see. A whole assembly worship Thee." To this hymn she sung the tune of "Derby," and as loud as I ever heard her sing. At half-past three o'clock in the morning, May, 3rd, 1868, my beloved mother fell asleep in Jesus, after suffering most acutely for sixteen months. BETHNAL GREEN.—The note, and enclosure for distribution, has been variously dispensed. We forbear to print the written acknowledgments of grateful recipients; but if benefactor will give name and address, full details will be forwarded. No one unacquainted with the condition of even the Christian poor in our district, can form the slightest idea of the pain, the poverty, and the dying misery endured by many, yea, by multitudes. We could with real pleasure, dispense pounds weekly, in only giving small portions o; wine, bread, &c., &c., to the most afflicted and needy. Large numbers of widows are now congregated every week in two places; but where the standard of an experimental knowledge of Divine truth is not maintained, every species of imposition may creep in. We confine our efforts and help to the well-known saints of the Lord's family. C. W. B. 13, Victoria Park road, South Hackney. * After her decease. CHRIST OUR ALL IN ALL. BY THE AUTHOR OF THE HYMN, "JUST AS I AM.” I NEED no other plea With which to approach my God Than One High Priest above; In which to pour my prayer; To Him, Him only, I confess, I need no works by me, Wrought with laborious care, The bliss of heaven to share. Christ's finished work, through boundless grace, I need no prayers to saints, Beads, relics, martyrs' shrines; Hardships 'neath which the spirit faints, Yet still sore burdened, pines. Christ's service yields my soul delight, Easy His yoke, His burden light. I need no other book To guide my steps to heaven, I need no holy oil, To anoint my lips in death; No priestly power my guilt to assail And bless my parting breath. Long since those words bade fear to cease, "Thy faith hath saved thee! go in peace." I need no priestly mass, No purgatorial fires, My soul to anneal, my guilt to efface, When this brief life expires. Christ died my eternal life to win, His blood has cleansed me from all sin. I need no other dress, 1 urge no other claim, Than His imputed righteousness; In Him complete I am. Heaven's portals at that word fly wide; |