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TO YOU TK.
Ah no! I'in left to wander opin So teach us to number our days, that
Forsaken, wretched, and forlorni we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Ere I was twelve, relentless Death, O Thou ! the Parent of the day,
Regardless of my heaving sigh,
Stretch'd forth his arm, and snatch'd their The God of ev'ry hour,
breath, Fain would I dwell opon thy love,
And rent in twain each render tie! Thy goodness, and thy pow'r.
Oh, mournful hour, when I, poor I, May that reflection now be mine
Was lest a wand'ring orphan boy! The season should inspire, The lighter thoughts of day supprest,
Some guardian angel take their place,
Or whisper in some gracious car, Supprest each vague desire!
Whose pitying heart shall feei my case, Perhaps, at this still, soleinn hour,
Whoe hand shall wire the falling icar; Some spirit wings its way;
That no disaster may destroy
A poor and helpless orphan buy.
Ye who are bless'd with parents dear, Commission's Deati's unerring hand Flor comforts day by day increase, May close these waking eyes !
Come shed one sympathizing tear Tremendous thought! and can my doom
(er the poor object in distress! The Heating monents seal?
And learnt of a poor orphan bay, Seme moment, swiftly hası'rins, will To prize the mercies you enjoy. Th' anazing truth reveal.
T.B. Crcat God! while roll the midnight hours,
O let me own thy rail;
THE YOUNG CONVERT'S PRAYER Though deep'ning shadows all around
My youth, my youth, O Lord, secure A dark contusion throw,
Fron ev'ry Jerking foe; Tee in this bosom darker srill,
Tcach me to flee each tempting lure 'Tis thine cach thought to know.
Thar seeks my overthrow. Oh! there, with gratitude and love,
For Oy, what floods of lust and pride
Unite their subtle force
To court and draw ing kcait aside;
But thou canst stay their course. So, when the day of life is past
Direct mine inexperienc'd feet, (The mortal veil withdrawn)
That they shall stray no more; 'Then on my rastur’d, longing sight,
Thou know'st their proneness to repeat Eternity shall dawn!
The steps they've trod before. Tory Street,
Lord, send ihy Spirit froin above,
To shed its rays benign,
That I decidedly may prove Orphan Boy's Lamentation. Myself a child of thine! Ah, what a,cloud o'ersireads my sky,-
O then I'll let my neighbours see Neglected and forlorn I roam,
That Jesus is my friend; A pour unilought-of wretched boy,
My Saviour and my refuge he,
On whom my hopes depend.
And some of pleasures vain,
And some of wealth, and some of arms, Nlore precious far to me than gold ;
I'll sing a rouler strain: W'ho watch's my steps with anxious care,
I'll sing the glories of thy grace, Who screen'dmy tender limbs from cold. The multings of thy love;
Thrice happy days were those to me; And mine affections will I place
Lut ah! what diff'rent days I sce! On thee and thipe above. No father now to guide my feet,
· Yca, earth shah sink beneath my feet, No mosher's tender voice I hear!
If thou but speak the words
Filis with delight my list'ning car! Bul to exalt my Lord.
G. Auld, Printer, Greville Street, London.
FOR THE YEAR 1803.
ME MO I R
THE LATE REV. JOSEPH RADFORD.
It is impossible to view the various distinguishing excele lencies of the servants of our dear Immanuel, without admiring the wisdom of the Spirit of the Lord, who divides to every man severally as he will. To some he imparts qualifications for extensive usefulness,. in awaking the careless :- to others, skill instrumentally, to bind up the broken heart, and comfort the feeble mind. One is indulged to gather a church; another is peculiarly fitted to tend and feed it when formed: all have reason to be thankful ; none have any occasion of boasting. Men of the greatest talents have not every talent; there is a wise and gracious distribution. It will not, however, be deemed presumptuous to say, that those whom the Lord has been pleased to favour with the necessary requisites for general use. fulness and continued reputation, who never were exposed to the snare of momentary popularity, nor ever sunk into neglect and oblivion, are among the happiest and most honourable, not to say the most enviable, of all the ministers of Christ. Such a one was the subject of the present memoir.
The Rev. Joseph Radford was born in the parish of Stepney, July 21, 1752. His father, who was a reputable tradesman, died when he was but two years old ; and the business continued to be carried on by his mother, but, alas! with so little success, that when the Lord removed her by a fever, during his apprenticeship, it appears, that not only all her own property was consumed, but also an estate of seventeen houses, which his father had left bim by will; so that all his earthly hopes were dashed at once. He was, however, an eminent instance of the divine goodness; for that God, whose name is “ the Father of the Fatherless," now began to shine into his heart, to give him the light of the knowledge of his glory, in the face of Jesus Christ. It appears from some papers found since his decease, that he had prevailed on a young man of his acquaintance, in whom the Lord had begun a good work, to accompany him on the Sabbath Day to Hackney church ; and afterwards persuaded liim to stroll about the fields. The conscience of his young companion sinote him; and he expressed great concern at having left the minister under whom he had lately sat; and he spoke so highly of him, that young Radford was anxious to hear what there was in his preaching that could so interest his friend. - This desire continued strong upon his mind; and on the following Sabbath evening, about the middle of the year 1768, he first heard the Rev. Mr. Bazeley, who then preached in White's Alley, Moorfields. He had not listened many minutes, before the Lord was pleased to bring the word home to his conscience with divine power. He looked round about, and beheld many in tears as well as himself; and immediately concluded that something must be done in tim, more than he had ever thought of. These were his own words; "and," continues he, “ from this time I found the Lord drawing me with cords of love." But little time had elapsed before bis master discovered a great change in him, and began to think religion would so affect bis mind, as to incapacitate him for his business, and therefore forbade his hearing the Methodists ; restraining him also from going out at all on the Lord's Day. This opposition did not, however, quench his desire for spiritual things; and his master observing, that since he had been serious, he was a better servant than before, soon gave him leave to attend worship whenever he could make it convenient.--May we not stop here, just to remind young conFerts, that they honour Christ most, when zeal for his name as joined with a becoming deportment to those with whom they are connected? It is probable that young Radford would have bad greater obstacles in his way, and have endured more opposition, had not bis conduct testified the conscientious integrity of buis mind, as influenced by divine grace. It seems, that during the three following years, he experienced much fac nisolations, but had comparatively very little insight of his own corrupt heurt; and was often at å loss to coin prebend wbat his ininister meant by speaking so much of the plague of a man's own heart." But now the Lord began to deepen the work in his soul, and to prepare him for future usefulness, by shewing him the unbelief of his heart, that it was such as (ind described it," deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked,”-In short, he went through fire and through water; but at last God brought him out into the wealthy place. The