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By the side of those worthies left on

record, Though weak in themselves were made

strong in the Lord. Then why should the subject engender a

strife, When we give you the name of Lapi

doth's wife? Her name it was Deborah, meaning

bee,” The place of her dwelling, the noted

palm-tree; You have gone to this tree, the boughs

have laid hold, The fruit you have eaten, the new and

the old : In the hive of the church, by Jesus made

free, We cannot mistake his Deborah, the bee. Your heart will respond to the truths we

have spoke, And to others you'll prove how easy

that yoke,
To bear which in youth you were called

to engage,
Nor are you grown weary, though shaken
In the villages still his acts you rehearse,
And tell how he saved you from sin and

the curse.
A mother in Israel, how few there are

foundWhat honour's conferred upon worms of

the ground !
The statement you make beyond doubt is

correct,
For by grace are ye saved, says the elect.
And why use such firmness in stating
Whilst thousands are living despising

The praise to ourselves we wish not to

ascribe, The glory is His who lays claim to the

bride. A subject so sweet imparts warmth to

my heart, I feel quite inclined for a song ere we

part; What say you, my friend ? in what túne

is your harp? Shall we strike the note fat ? nay, rather

a sharp ; The theme of salvation demands we

should raise The highest of notes when our Saviour

we praise. Yet though I feel willing to aid in the

song, I see very clearly my chords are not

strong; Perfection below we're taught not to ex

pect, Then surely these trifles must not be a

check;

with age;

I'll use my endeavours no discord to

throw, While Baca's dark valley I'm called to

go through. My hope will I cherish, my fears they

may crowd!

I know the sun shines, thou I'm un

der a cloud. With warmest affection to Him I com

mend REBECCA, my sister in Jesus our Friend; Since my name I subjoin, then why do

you smile ?

the case,

I feel all I say,

The “SALOPIAN Exile."

this grace.

Extract from a Letter.

*

I have entered my sixtieth year, and what shall I say? Why it is by the grace of God I am what I am. I have learned that it is not age that kills sin; for if sin break not out, it is raging within ; contaminating the mind, the understanding: neither can anything, but the mortification of it by the Spirit, effect a change, and that does not abate the unpleasant feelings of the soul under the conflict. Like two armies on neutral ground, whichever gains the victory, the harvest-field suffers, and the husbandman feels disquieted in the meantime. I have no resource but in the boundless grace and perfection of our Lord Jesus, and it is not often that I am favoured by a clear and definite view of Him who is essentially the ALL of his people's comfort. But this brings me to the foundation of all hope—the immutable love of God in Christ; by which I mean that it is his interest in me, and not my frames and feelings, that insure my final safety. For I have seen him, when racked with pain and distressed by poverty, carrying all the designs of his Heavenly Father into effect, so as to insure the glory of all to God, while love and merey were exhibited in all his dispensations towards me. I then saw that all was mercy, all was right. But in health my soul seems tossed, confused with the perplexing nature of his dispensations. "In the multitude of thoughts within me,” says the Psalmist; there seems such confusion within me, that I cannot find my way out; sometimes the " union” seems to await me; sometimes I am led to think, “What have I to do with futurity ?" sometimes I am a little affected with the special providence of God, and believe he careth for me; but in general my grief arises from the want of that grace which neither despises, nor faints under, the rod. I murmur that I murmur, and complain that I complain. Amidst it all, I think I feel a greater growing up into Christ in all things, and a greater love to heaven as a place of freedom from sin ; and, as a sight of Jesus transforms, so I seem to long more to see him, that I may be like him “ who died unto sin once, but now liveth unto God.' “ Without controversy, great is the mystery of godliness," within as well as without.

H. P.

ANSWER TO CORRESPONDENT.

We have received a kind and judicious letter from a correspondent signing himself“ Amicus,” in allusion to the letter of Publius Lentulus which appeared in May. If that letter tended in any degree to enthral the minds of any of the feeble-minded of the Lord's family, by causing them to indulge the idea of a material substance when approaching the throne-which is a species of idolatry -we heartily regret its appearance in our pages, and pray the Holy Ghost to overlook our shortsightedness, and remove any stumbling-block which we might thereby have thrown in the way of our readers. It is no uncommon trap of Satan to endeavour to delude the minds, especially of young believers, by bringing before them, as they come near to God, ideas of the person of Christ, and so on, and, ere the poor soul is aware, to lead it out into a species of creature-worship and adoration, ultimately involving the soul in a maze of perplexity, from which the power of the Holy Ghost alone can extricate it. The only satisfactory and safe way by which to approach the throne, is, under the gracious influences of the eternal Spirit, to acknowledge a holy, blessed, and incomprehensible Trinity-a Triune Jehovah, whose nature and existence no finite creature can define ; nor does that faith which is of the operation of the Holy Ghost in the heart, ever wish to pry into it. As we have said before, even so we say now, it is the privilege of faith to embrace the simple testimony of Scripture, in reference to the Holy Trinity—“There are Three which bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost, and these Three are one.” As the church journeys through the wilderness, she worships and adores this her Triune God; sometimes led out in sweet contemplation upon the Father's everlasting love in choosing the church, and giving it into the hands of Christ to redeem; at other times lost in admiration of the boundless love of her adorable Emmanuel in his great redemption-work; and anon sweetly drawn out in acknowledgment of the office and work of the Holy Ghost in carrying home conviction to the hearts of his elect-guiding, instructing, and leading them on in the chequered pathway of the wilderness. This is how the church acknowledges a Trinity in Unity and a Unity in Trinity, without wishing or attempting to define or satisfy the scepticism of a carnal mind. Here she sees the Lord Jehovah Jesus through a glass darkly, and is privileged, as the Holy Ghost is pleased to give her utterance, to make known her wants unto him; there, in eternal light and glory, the veil shall be taken away, every mystery explained, and faith itself shall be lost in the beatific vision of God and the Lamb.

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

A FEW THOUGHTS ON HEARING THE THUNDER,

Sunday, January 3rd, 1840. [After the awful intelligence which, during the last month, has reached England, of the de.

struction of the Island of St. Domingo by earthquake and fire, we have thought the following lines-embodying, as they do, so much that is full of consolation to the real

believer-not altogether inappropriate.-Ed.] HARK! hark! what awful noise is that I hear, The angel of the Lord encampeth round Rolling, and then rebounding through our The souls that fear him, and in him are found. sphere?

His voice, the worldling's heart may fill It breaks my slumber, starts me from my bed,

with fear, And with amazement at a sound so dread; Alarmed he hears, and thinks destruction What is't, methinks, that shakes this earthly

near ; ball ?

With dread doth he regard the world to come, Are earth's huge pillars now about to fall ? Sin all his aim, regardless of its doom. All nature seems convulsed, as if it rends, The thought of death disturbs his brightest And in one ruin all the nations sends.

joys, With wonder and astonishment I hear, Conscience will speak, and this his mirth The thunder clap, this period of the year ; annoys; Clap follows clap, still rumbling o'er my If in this state when he resigns his breath, head,

Sudden damnation comes with sudden death. And flash succeeding flash, the vivid light- No hope beyond the grave whereon to rest, nings spread.

Dread of eternity will fill his breast. Thoughts such as these did at the moment But shall a child belov'd shrink back with fill

fear My mind, by sweet repose beclouded still ; Whenever he his Father's voice shall hear? But these ideas gave place to recollection, Speak how he will, by thunder, whisper, And calmly brought my mind to this re- storm, flection:

It is his Father still, who will not harm; Why shonld I fear? rather let me rejoice; The voice of thunder leads the soul his power, That sound majestic is my Maker's voice. His majesty, and glory to adore; Hark!, for the voice of God in nature breaks; The whispers to his heart in accents sweet, Why then alarmed, my soul ? thy Father Fill him with peace and joy at Jesus' feet ; speaks.

Inspire with love, and gratitude, and praise, The Sovereign of the world, the skies, and To Him who guides him, keeps him all his seas,

days. The “God of glory, thundereth" when he One, in himself so helpless, poor, and vile, please.

Is happy, when beneath his Father's smile; One with thy Saviour, safe in Jesus' hand, One of his jewels, lov'd as Jesus' bride, No harm can e'er befal the chosen band. Protected, let whatever here betide. Come death to him, how, when, or by what Safe in his hand, though death should sudden means,

come, The end's the same, 'twill snatch earthly So suddenly he'll reach his bliss, his mansion,

and his home. His soul, from this vain world of sin and His Father's habitation's there—with him woe,

he'll ever be, To that bright land where sorrow none can And join the throng around the throne thro' know.

all eternity. All that to Him are given, with him shall

EBENEZER. dwell, Our God is faithful and immutable;

scenes

REFLECTIONS ON THE INCARNATION OF CHRIST.
HARK ! hark! what sound is that that charms my ears,
Bursting from thousand tongues in yonder spheres ?
'Tis heaven's bright heralds, the glorious news proclaim,

(Luke, xxvi. 13, 14.) And sound aloud the lovely Saviour's name.

“ Yon eastern star shall lead you to the place (Matt. ii. 9.)
Where lies the • Mighty God, the Prince of Peace;' (Isa. ix. 6.)
An inn in Bethlehem, a mean abode, (Matt. ii. 5, 6; Micah, v. 2.).
Shelters the Lamb, th’ eternal Son of God." (John, i. 29; Prov. viii. 23-30.)

So may the voice of mercy, love, and peace,
The cry of Wisdom from the God of grace, (Prov. viii. 4, 5.)
Dissolve my icy heart, inspire my tongue, (Psalm cxlvii. 18; Ixvi. 17.)
My spirit draw, and lead my soul along. (Songs, i. 4; Psalm cxliii. 10.)

And may the Lord, “The Bright and Morning Star,” (Rev. xxii. 16.)
The altogether lovely, pure, and fair, (Songs, v. 10–16.)
Conduct me safe to heaven by wisdom's ways, (Psalm cvii. 7.)
To dwell with Christ midst light, and joy, and praise. (John, xiv. 3.)
Oh may the tenant of this “ mean abode,"
My heart possess and fill with every good; (Eph. iii. 19.)
Made glorious by thy presence, fit for thee, (Psalm xlv. 13.)
The chosen residence of Deity. (2 Cor. vi. 16.)
Onward we'd move to Calvary's rugged mount, (Luke, xxiii. 33.)
And there the dying Saviour's groans recount; (Matt. xxvii. 46.)
The thorn-torn brow behold, while rack'd with pain (Matt. xxvii. 29.)
The dolorous shrieks to hear of Jesus slain. (Luke, xxiii. 46.)

The sun, as though asham'd, withheld its light; (Luke, xxiii. 45.)
Earth opened wide, and day was turned to night; (Matt. xxvii. 52; Luke, xxiii. 44.)
Saints arose, from ’neath the graves uptorn, (Matt. xxvii. 53.)
As if to join in nature's solemn mourn.
Ere long the rock which held the King of kings (Luke, xxiii. 53.)
At his command upheaves and backward flings; (John, x. 18.)
In glorious majesty ascends on high (Psalm xlvii. 5.)
The Saviour, King, th' Incarnate Mystery. (1 Tim. iii. 16.)

With shouts of triumph of the celestial bands, (Psalm xlvii. 5.)
Leaves earth for heaven, and, lo! at his command
The everlasting doors wide open fly-

(Psalm xxiv. 7, 8.) Enters th' all-conquering King, th’ Infinity.

Oh may my heart be filled with joy and peace, (Rom. xv. 13.)
For love unequall'd and such matchless grace, (1 John, iv. 10.)
That brought the Lamb from oft his glorious throne,
To save my soul from hell—a guilty worm.

}(Acts

, vii. 34.)

Break, break, my heart, at yonder wondrous sight;
Behold your ascending Lord, the Prince of Life; (Acts, iii. 15.)
Hear the rocks rend, and view the darkened sun;
The Victor shouts, the battle's fought and won. (Col. ii. 15.)

While darkness, gross darkness spreads this lower earth, (Isa. lx. 2.)
Oh may I know my Jesus' peerless worth ; (Prov. viii. 18, 19.)
Th' ascending power of my exalted Lord; (Phil. iii. 10.)
The quickening Spirit, the enlightning Word. (Psalm cxix. 130; John, vi. 63.)

Then shall I walk the path that leads to bliss, (Psalm cxix, 105.)
And drink perennial streams of joy and peace; (Rev. vii. 17.)
Shall dwell in glory ineffable and bright, (Rev. xxi. 23, 24.)
With Christ the Lamb, the Everlasting Light. (Isa. Ix. 19.)

THE TIME OF LOVE.

EZEKIEL, XVI. 8. The love of Jehovah to me 0 how great! Made wise to salvation and justified quite, In raising my soul from the lowest estate In Jesus' obedience, the garments of white, 'Twas possible for a poor worm to be in- The robe of fine linen, the saint's holy dress, The depths of pollution and thraldom of sin. How perfect are those who this garment The day he came by was the time of his love, possess. Beheld me cast out, and no pity did move

Though darkness surround, and the Lord The priest or the Levite; oh, no! they pass by: hide his face, The hands of my Jesus my needs did supply.

Yet, bless his dear name, to th' election of He said to me, “Live," when I laid in my grace blood,

His care will not cease, nor his presence “Thy works cannot save thee, 'tis nought but

removethe flood

Again he'll appear, and will manifest love. Shed on Calv'ry's summit can cleanse thee from sin;

My soul, gloomy seasons thou oft has been Look to me and be saved, wash now and be

in,

When Satan has roared and accus'd thee of clean."

sin, The word of the King was accompanied with

And a host from without thy peace have power;

assailed, The day of salvation, th' acceptable hour,

God's love never varied, nor faithfulness Was that when the Lord the bless d Com

fail'd. forter took The things of my Jesus, and peace to me While travelling here with my face Zion. spoke.

ward, Invincible grace! how rich, sov'reign, and Thy visits renew, oftentimes, dearest Lord; free

The love of the great Three-in-One let me Was that which Emmanuel extended to me! sing, When fearing the wrath and just vengeance

Till above in that ocean of love I shall swim. of God, To have pardon revealed through Christ's precious blood.

Bethersden.

Elihu.

TO A FRIEND, ON HIS BIRTHDAY.
BROTHER, beloved, I would entreat for thee
A birthday blessing, but I know not what
To ask; for thou art bless'd already. Yes,
Thou art highly favour'd, and the richest
Gifts of God are thy redundant portion.
He lov'd thee as thy Father, long before
The worlds were made; and did, to prove his love,
Present thee to his Son, that he might bear
For thee the curse of sin, which he foresaw
Would justly come on thine offending head.
Yea, more! he did ordain that thou in
Jesus' righteousness should stand complete ;
And should at last, when time shall end, be raised
To dwell with him in glory everlasting.
Besides all this, thy God hath kindly lent
To thee much earthly comfort; he has spread
Thy table with his bounty; and, to fill
Thy cup of temporal bliss, hath bless'd thee
With a partner who can share in all thy
Joys and sorrows, and on whom thy heart may
Rest in fullest confidence of kindred
Love; one who, like thyself, is lov'd, and bless'd,
And sav'd in Jesus unto endless life.
Thus, brother, thou art bless'd indeed ; and thus
I leave thee-well assured that thou art safe
Beneath his care, who hitherto has led
Thee on in safety, and who will, in death,
Be nigh, to bear thee through, a conqueror.

E. M. L. P.

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