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LONGING FOR HOME. Blessed Spirit! Heavenly Dove !
Thee I'd slight not, thee I love ;
By iby pow'r, and thine alone, And now another week is past,
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.
THE POOR BLIND,
A Morning Reflections
Be glad, iny soul; the gloomy night
Has now her rule resigu'di
Behold mine eyes! the grateful light
Returns again to bless thy sight,
But visits not the blind.
Where ev'ry lesson of his grace, The moro may make the sun arise,
And these no pleasure find;
Thaok my kind Maker for my eyes,
And pity the poor blind.
The man of darkeo'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 sad cise does not deplore, • Then wait, my savi, in patience wait; Nor koows 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 fre, so great, I 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 too in joyful strains,
Jesus still lives, and grace still reigas, round;
In pity to the blind! Never such joys midse earthly scenes ap: I grect ye, Missionary bands, pear
In pure compassion join'd;
And light to singers blind,
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 fill, An orphan knows the bliss that word
And (if it were Heav'n's sov'reign willy
Till all the blind shall see. reveals : (Dear to my heart,till it shall fail to beat !)
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
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: Gol, but one ;
In peace their harpy monients glide away, That enraicae all the rest.
Till both are welcom'd to 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.
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,
strains : The rind's sounding pinions his footsteps SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN, . proclaim ;
Sung at Paradise Street Cbapel,
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,
AN ACCOUNT OF
NEAR MARTHA BREA, IN JAMAICA. [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, and very 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 otber 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.