"It is good to be here," and look forth on the flowers, "It is good to be here," and from this world of ours "It is good to be here !" O then "here let us raise" And then, fill'd with His love, and inspired with His praise, SAMUEL PEARCE. THE REV. SAMUEL PEARCE was born at Plymouth, on the 20th July, 1766. He became a preacher of the Baptist Church in November, 1786. Having attended the theological academy at Bristol, he was invited to the ministry of the Baptist Church, Cannon Street, Birmingham, in August, 1790. Consequent on incessant literary and ministerial labours, he contracted an illness, which terminated in consumption. He died on the roth October, 1799, in his 33rd year. Memoirs of his life were published by the Rev. Andrew Fuller. The following hymn of Samuel Pearce has hitherto appeared in the Collections in an incorrect form. The present version is transcribed from the copy included by Mr. Fuller in the author's memoir. Another lyric from his pen, beginning "The fabric of nature is fair," was composed in the immediate prospect of dissolution. HYMN IN A STORM. IN the floods of tribulation, Jesus whispers consolation, And supports my fainting soul: Sweet affliction ! sweet affliction, That brings Jesus to my soul. 'Mid the gloom the vivid lightnings 'Mid the thorn-brake beauteous flow'rets So, in darkest dispensations Sweet affliction! sweet affliction, Floods of tribulation heighten, Billows still around me roar ; Thus His word securely stands "Fear not, I'm in trouble near thee, Nought shall pluck thee from my hands." Sweet affliction! sweet affliction, All I meet I find assists me In my path to heavenly joy; EDWARD PERRONET. THE REV. EDWARD PERRONET was the son of the Rev. Vincent Perronet, vicar of Shore. ham, Kent. For some time an associate of the Wesleys, he subsequently abandoned their intercourse, and was employed by Lady Huntingdon, at Canterbury and Norwich. He differed with her ladyship by his strong opposition to the Church of England, and became pastor of a dissenting congregation. His death took place at Canterbury, in 1792. In 1785, he published a small volume, entitled "Occasional Verses, Moral and Social." This work is now extremely rare; a copy is preserved in the library of the British Museum. The following hymn from his pen has been assigned to different authors. CHRIST THE LORD OF ALL. ALL hail the power of Jesu's name! Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre, Before His face, who tunes their choir, Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, Extol the Stem of Jesse's rod, And crown Him Lord of all. Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, Sinners! whose love can ne'er forget Let every tribe and every tongue The crowned Lord of all. MRS. MARY PETERS. THE subject of this notice was a native of Cirencester, and daughter of Richard Bewley, Esq., who long resided in that place. She married the Rev. Mc William Peters, rector of Quennington, Gloucestershire. She died at Clifton, Gloucestershire, on the 29th July, 1855. Mrs. Peters composed an elegant work, in seven duodecimo volumes, entitled "The World's History from the Creation to the accession of Queen Victoria." In 1846, she published "Hymns intended to help the Communion of Saints." London, 1849. This little volume contains 58 compositions. THE NAME OF JESUS. JESUS, how much Thy name unfolds The pardon'd sinner's memory holds "Jesus," it speaks a life of love, And sorrows meekly borne; It speaks of righteousness complete, And, to our ears, no tale so sweet Jesus, the one who knew no sin, Thy name encircles every grace The mention of Thy name shall bow ALL IS WELL. THROUGH the love of God our Saviour, Free and changeless is His favour, All, all is well. Precious is the blood that heal'd us; Perfect is the grace that seal'd us; Strong the hand stretch'd forth to shield us; All must be well. Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well; Ours is such a full salvation, All, all is well. Happy still, to God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy through the Spirit's guiding,- We expect a bright to-morrow, All will be well; Faith can sing, through days of sorrow, All, all is well. On our Father's love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living or in dying, All must be well. |