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Thus, Lord ! shines thy glory, in woris DEAR SIR,
of thy hands;
(mands. The music of Handel, as in most of his
But inost thy redemption our wonder de. curlpositions, was adapted not merely to Thy Majesty veildin flesh like our own, the netre but to the sense of the old ver. By Jesus display'd, transcendently shone; sion of Psalm civis I have heard, that on Thine anger o'erwhelin'd us, thy piry ico occasion of a new version of the Psalms, storld ; a premium was once advertised for a new Thy. promise uphoids us !-My soul, praise translation of that l'salm in the old metre, the Lord !
MN 11 5. but that the object was not accomplisher'. In the following lines I have attempied a more ligerai, as well as a more modern For this Goil is our God for ever and transfusion of the original into the Eart ever; he will be our Guide even una glish language,-adhering to the metre Death. - Psalm xlviii. 14. to which Handel's admirable tunc was adapted. The whole psalm being Could I say, “ This God is mine," too copious for your Miscellany, I With a conidence divine, have been luniled to the first thirteen Surely, I no more should rove, verses ; adding, at the close, wrat apa. Seeking any meaner love. peared requisite to accommodate the He all mercy is, and grace, Ode of the Jewish : 1; het to the use of Heav'n stuncs b-arning in his face; evangelical worshippers.
Were I settled in his love,
Sure, I never inore should rove.
O would he this truth reveal, ADOXE, O my soul, Jehova 's great name!
And stamp it with his heavenly seal, With majesiy clothi'd, and matchilesi in
Surely, till I soar'd avove,
Cursed sin! vert thou forgiv'ı,
c. The fathomless deep his mansion sustains;
I should see his name is Love! His chariut, the clouds, he guides or re•
strains: The wind's sounding pinions his footsteps SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN, proclaim
Sung at Paradise Street Chapel,
Father of Heav'n, to thee we raise
Bless'd be iny name, thou God of love,
By all on earth, by all above. mersid; He spoke by his thunders, the waters dis- Thy tender mercy saw us lie pers’d.
Uppress'd with sin and misery;
Pity'd our helpless, hopeless grief, They mounted the hills, thy call to attend;
And sent thy Son to our relief. Rebuk'd by thy voice, the vales they de. scend;
O bless'd Redeemer, who can iell Retire to their channels, and haste to the Thy love in saving us from Hell? deep,
Christ dy'd for us, --- for us he rose; Its limits appointed for ever to keep.
And rising conquer'd all our foes. The eartla thus renew'd, he waters from
Now kindly Jesus doth receive high ;
Poor children who his word believe : i Of beasis tame and wild, the thirst to sup
“ Forbid them not, my grace is free; ply :
« Let little children come to me. The springs, at his mandate gush' forth While here we live, we'll spend our breată 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.
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 through the groves their ine- For gold and silver giv'n below, lodie$ sweet :
Eternal life do thou bestow.
Printed by G. Auld, Greville Street, London,
AN 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 had 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
very infirm. As to religion, when I first came to Jamaica, mine was that of the world: I was inuch 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
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Cupid Wilkin, with bis wife, and two or three others. One morning, as Mrs. Baker, myself, and child were sitting down to breakfast, this old man came and stood at the door. We sat down carelessly, without giving thanks to God for what we were going to receive; which the old man perceiving, he turned round to another that was near him, and said, “ Whence have these people came? I could wish to learn, if they know that God inade thein?” I overheard him saying this, and instantly got up, and spoke to him in the following manner :- Old man, can
“No," he replied ;“ but I know that both of you can." As you cannot read, how dare you thus to reprimand me? The old man immediately humbled himself, and said, “ Master, if you will not be angry, I will tell you where to search the Scriptures, and you will find there, that you are not only to thank God; but to return God love, prayer, and thanksgiving, for what you are going to receive, in the name of Jesus Christ.” — The next day I was obliged to go abroad in quest of some money. In my absence, the old man requested Mrs. Baker to take the Scriptures. She did so; and he convinced her of the truth of what he had said. From this time she was much taken with religion; and begged of the old man to try what he could do with me, in regard of serving God; but she then observed, that nothing could be done so long as I followed drink; and it was that which kept us poor. The old man heard this attentively, and replied, " It he will turn round and serve God, liquor is the first thing he will leave off.” On my return, Mrs. Baker was continually importuning me to incline me to religion. I bafled her good intentions for several days, telling her it was not good to hearken to such ignorant people. A few nights after, my mind was impressed with the thought, that I would go and hear whether these people could pray, or speak any sense at all. Accordingly I got up one night, and heard them singing and praising God. I drew near, and found them in a small hut, on their knees at prayer. I immediately approached to the man who was praying, and fell on my also, with an intention of hearing his prayer. I heard that he asked for so many things agreeable to the Scriptures, as astonished me, and made me almost believe that he had more knowledge than myself.
That inoinent I formed a resolution that I would turn and serve God. From this time I frequently conversed with the old man. I now began to apply my heart to God. I prayed day and night for the space of three or four weeks; but at the end of this time I became very much troubled, and tempted to imagine I had done a very wrong thing in listening to this old, man. At last I became so miserable, that no tungue can de. scribe my state of mind: I was afraid to stir out, or to move myself in any manner: I left off praying, wickedly abused the