List of Lectures in and near London, for January.
Monthly Lecturis at Manchester, 1805.
Time.
Subjects.
Places.
Preachers. Jan. 2.
On Erroneous Opinions in Religion. Lloyd Str. Rev. Mr. Jack Feb. 6. Excellency of the knowledge of Christ. Moseley Str. Roby Mar. 6. The Sinner's Warrant to believe in Christ. Canon Str.
Bradley April 3. The Influences of the Spirit.
Lloyd Str.
Roby May 1.
s
knowledge.
Moseley Str.
Bradley June 3. On Religious Zeal.
Canon Str.
Jack The Christian Warfare.
Llord Str.
Bradley Aug. 7. The almost Christian.
Nioscley Su.
Roby Sept. 4. On Worldly Conformity.
Canon Str.
Jack The Sanctification of the Sabbath.
Lloyd Str.
Bradley Nov. 6. The Tendency of Infidelity.
Moseley Str. Jack Dec. 4. The Pleasantness of Religion.
Canon Str.
Roby
Missionary Prayer Meetings in and near London, 1805.
Miles's Lane.
Various
Hoxton.
Varions
Narcli 4. New Court, Carcy Street. Rev. Mr. Thorpe.
April 1 Steprey.
Ford.
Ajay 6.
St. George's Fields.
Harper
Ilachrey (el Street) Various
July 1. Stockwell
Rev. Ms. Jackson.
Poll Street.
Nicholson.
Sept. 2. Chapel Sireet, Sobo.
Stollery.
Spa Fields Chapel
Various
Wilson Street, Finsbury Rev. Mr. Buck.
Silver Street.
Jones,
MISSIONARY COLLECTIONS, &c.
Rev. E. Charter and Congregation, Kihworth, Leicestershire
From an Anonynious Friend, as“ A Token of her love to
the Lord Jesus Christ"
All my times are in thine hand,
I the future cannot see;
Thou dost life and death cummund,
I would leave thein both with thce! While I live, and when I dic,
May 1, with a conscicuce clear, On thy faithful love rely :
Welcome then my final Year! I cannot of to-inorrow boast,
Sor will take to-rhorrow's care; Father, for thy num'rous host,
Thou dost daily bread prepare! Countless mercies follow fast,
l'ast as daily want appears ; Thou hast kept ine thro' the past,
And will guide my fuiure Years !
REFLECTION. Bxt thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.
P's, cii. 27. ANCIENT of Days, thou lofty one
Whom finite spirits dimly see, How shall a worm approach thy throne
And offer fitting praise to thce! Our vanish'd years and passing hours
Remind us of our swift decline :
How short a space of time is ours !
What vast eternity is thine !
How floating massy worlds of light
Roll at thy word around theirspheres, To form our seasons, day and night,
And measure out our ilceting years! Uperring, through the trackless void
Their circling mazes they explore; And shall, till by that voice destroy'd That speaks, and time shall be no
more! This solid globe shall melt away,
Dissolvd in purifying flame; But Thou to-day, and yesterday,
And evernore, art still the same! Thou placest in the human breast
A spark of immortality ; A spirit that can find no rest
But in eternity with thee!
PETITION.
Teach me to number my days.
Ps. xc. 12. Fount of Life, instruet me now,
Time to estimate a right, Ere beneath its weight I bow,
Wisely to improve its flight. Rapid as the ebbing stream
Rushing to the ocean near, Unsubstantial as a dream,
Lo! I lose anoiller Year!
Empty as the flitting shades,
As the winged arrow flies,
As the flow'ret blooms and fades,
Man, unthinking lives and dies!
Fruitless cumb'rer of the ground,
I who might thy judgment fear, Still have sparing Mercy found;
I have liv'd another Year! Thou, in whom I move and live,
Make and keep me all thine own; The new name and nature give,
Turn to flesh the heart of stone! Stamp the remnant of my days
Humble, bappy, and sincere; Make me live a life of praise,
If I live another Year!
PRAISE.
Ifitherto, the Lord hath helped mo.
Since I have been kept
To see a New Year,
Who might liave been swept
To judgment severe,
I ought to be bringing
A tribute of praise
To God, the beginning
And end of my days!
When weak as a child,
Unconscious of care,
By folly beguil'd,
Expos'd to each snare,
Thy providence guided
And guarded my youth,
And kindly provided
The lessons of truth.
Matured to strength
To choose my own way,
Alas! to what length
Thy sheep went astray!
But thou didst pursue ne
With rod and with erook,
And tenderly shew me
The path I forsook !
When sold under sin,
To Satan enslav'd;
All filthy within,
Without all deprav'd, -
Thou didst in our nature
Work out our release,
Aod bring a vile traitor
Sweet pardon and peace!
Whed Earth with its sneer
Would tempt me aside,
Or frown me to fear,
Or puff me with pride,
Thy word of correction
Doth timely reprove,
Or chace my dejection
With hope fix'd above!
A stranger below,
When Death shall assail,
I seek thine abode;
And bow me to dust,
Yet dread as I go
Along the dark vale
To err on the road :
On thee will I trust;
But still thou dost give me
Thy prescuce can cheer me,
Fresh strength for my day,
And banish the gloom;
And never wilt leave me
For thou wilt be near me,
To faint on the way.
And bring me safe home!
ALIQUIS
Tkt Season of the Year described - The Magazine and its Contents-Reflections
Apostrophe, &c.
WIDE o'er the frost-bound fields, where latcly wav'd
The green, luxuriant ear, stern Winter spreads
His desolating sway, and pours around,
Fierce and resistless, all his stormy horrors.
Heavy the clouds lang o'er the lowring east,
Where morning lingers, as afraid to ope
Her lucid gates, and pour th' unwilling day
Upon a scene so dreary; not as late
She smil'd meck on the joyous Sun, who shone
Bright as a bridegroom issuing from his chamber,
Picas'd to describe his circuit thro' the sky:-
A suminer's sky - unclouded, and serene.
Tears stain her face, disfigur'd and impure
With heavy-beating tempests, or obscurid
By hoary snow, whose fleecy show'r falls soft
And silent, as the stealing foot of time.
So looks the morning of the new-born year,
As if she wept for follies of the past,
And call’d unthinking man to pause, and shed
Repentant sorrows o'er his closing days!
With the first glimm'rings of this op'ning year
Arise its daties and a various lot
Will inark each chequer'd life, as the pale moon
Wanes, or replenishes her changing orb;
Apd while I bail its birth, before its close
These eyes may sluniber, and this body rest
With many a friend already gone before,
Still and forgotten in th' oblivious tomb.
The past demands reflection; and to aid
The solemn hour of faithful thought, behold
A Monthly Monitor * presents its page,
Chequer'd with many a truth, in luinble guise,
And tillid with news donestic, far remov'd
From the loud clainours of these jarring times.
While others trace, with prxing eye intent,
The politics chaotic of this world,
Let me turn o'er the page of Peace: - I hate
The lines that boast a brother's woe, and tell
or thousands dying by the scourge of war;
Or, wheim'd beneath the briny wave, - cut off
In search of wealth, or service of aubition,
With “ ali their iinperfections on their head."-
First on the page some friendly hand inscribes
A short memorial, as a parting tribuie
To he remeinbrance of some faithful preacher,
Who, having serv'd his day, is gone to rest.
* The Evabgelical Magazine.
Succeeding Essays, on some gospel trutda,
In various style, confirm the pleasing fact
That men of ditf'rent talenis bave one aim,
Aart, warm in the Redeemer's cause, their force
Concentrate, to support his reign against
The arinies that oppose the living Goda
A motley group succeeds; and the full page
Teenus with Intelligence from lands remote,
Wasted across the swelling wave; or sent
From various parts of Britain's favour'd isle !
"Tis here, with rapture and delight, we read
How Vanderkemp *, with ever-vurning zeal,
Amid the barb'rous tribes, proclaicis the one
Of Him, the Prince of Peace, who bled and dy'd!
With an apostle's heart, he weeps amid
The desolations of the fall; and blows
The gospel-rump, whose swcet and siiver sound.
Invites the weary wand'rers home to God.
Nor burning sun, nor rage of inan, nor fears,
Nor threats, nor death (tho' death impemil) can move
Or shake the purpose of his stedfast soul !
From islauds slumb'ring on the hosom wide
or the South Sea t, we sometimes icar a note
Of comfort, floating o'er the trembling wave,
That bids us hail (distant perhaps the day)
Th' approaching æra, ardently desir'd,
When the wild savage shall forget to kill;
And from the fierce unpitying cye shall fall
Some gracious drops repentant, while the tale
Of love divine melts down his stony heart !
llow long, O Prince of Peace and Life, delay
Thy chariot-wheels ? - Break from the cloud of night,
O sacred Morn! whose noon-tide splendor oft
Has fill'd the mouth of Prophecy; anıl soon,
With thy mild radiance, bless th' expecting world!
Nor less the int'rest which the tale awakes
or News Domestic. Here I read with joy
The useful labours of some kindred soul,
Some fellow-student, who the hill of Science
With me ascended, - separated now,
And distant far; my heart with fondness cleaves
To the remembrance of departed joys,
And hails th' acceptance of my Jonathan.
Sometimes the notes of Death, heavy and slow,
Break on the ear; and while the conscious heart
Bea:s high with pleasure as I fondly read
A brother's Ordination, the next page
Is fraught with woe: -- I learn some friend has passed
The vale of Death, and left me all alone',
To trea:l, with weary steps, this Vale of Tears !
So fled thy spirit, Hunter , from this earth;
Far from thy friend thy parting sigh was breath'd !
The consolation was to une deny'd
To close thine eyes, when Death's oppressive land
Lay heavy on ther, and their lustre dim'd!
But oft thy hallow'll grave, where bending stand
Genius, and Friendship, ar Humanity,
Over the ashes of their favorite son,
My feet shall visit! and my flowing tears
Fall unrestrain d upon thy silent tomb !
W. B. C. * In Africa. + Olahcite.
The late Dr. Hunter of London-Wall, who died at Bristol Hot is ells. See Beck's Elegy on the Doctor.
REFLECTIONS ON THE COVMENCEMENT OF TŅE YEARE
Now have the winged monitors of Time,
Revolvius Seasons, run their ample round,
And clos'd the year: - clos'd not in vain to them
Who, as the floetiog moments pass'd away,
Watchd and improv'd to their cternal gain
The sliding treasure! But, ah! - my muse,
To think of those who lost in Pleasure's train,
Unhecded let the year steal silent 011;
Nor to Reflection's voicee'er lent an ear!
Be wise, ye sons of Folly, slaves of Mirth,
Attenid that voice which, from the flight of time,
Aloin proclaims, " To meet thy God prepare!"-
Ilow many changes one short year produces !
Numbers, who at the dawn of this, enjoy'd
Prosperity's fair smile, and bless'd their lot,
Nor sear*d reverse, - feel now, the iron hand
Of stern Adversity; and pinc with want
And pain midst mortal ills, a frightful band !
Others, who sank d as low in Misery's vale,
Nor hop's for better days, – now rais'd to taste
Karu's richest blessings , and enjoy, midst smiles
And laughing friends around, the op'ning year!
Nor these alone ;-empires their changes fecl.
Happy for Britain, still ber God safe keeps
Her trom Oppression's cruel grasp! And may
He sidl preserve, while tyrants frown in vain!
Shook by Tinic's hand, the stately edifice,
That long deiy d the wint’ry blast, nods from
Its centre, and, with hideous ruin, threatens
All below it. The solid mountain, and
?he dec1'-fixt rock, that rears its head aloft
Anuid the bellowing waves, stand not unmark'd.
Mortals, who fec Time's desolating sway!
My heart in sorrow bleeds, as o'er Death's register
I cast my eye: - Some, torn from life cre they
To life attain'd; others, snatch'd froin the blooin
Of health and smiling friends, and partner dear,
To mingle with the solitary dead!
Statesmen, and beroes, and the pious man
Whose sole auhition was to pleasc his God,
Cail'd from Lifc's busy shining scenes they sleep,
And, undistinguish'd, Icast the greedy worin !
But why, o'er human frailty do I wcep?
Why heaves the bursting sigh at the review
or that wide devastation which prevails
O'er all the works of inan and face of Nature ?
It must be so, my soul. Heav'n has decreed,
That all things here below shall have an end !
Yes, I must soon — (ah! who can tell how soon!
On adi terrestrial objects close my eyes,
And in the clay-wid grave forgotten lie!
d'esus, O save me in the solemn hour
Or Death! If savd by thee, I cannot lie
Long vanquish'd! At thy call the rending earth
Shall yield me from her seeming womb, uprais'd
To live and reign in happiness complere!
When he who suoves th' circling seasons round,
Shail siop the wheds of Time, and bid them roll no more!
STUDÁNS THEOLOGIE.
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