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All my hope on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring;
With the shadow of thy wing." And said, “ That is true of me.” Feeling his extreme weakness, he said, “ What a poor creature I am !” And shortly after repeated, with peculiar emphasis, the following favourite verse:
“Give me a place at thy saints' feet,
Who sit above in brighter day.” His fever now increased, and his recovery became very doubtful. Every one, but himself, was extremely anxious for his life. Prayer meetings were appointed, and numerously attended :—the interposition of heaven was sought;-many strong cries and tears were offered up :- the supplication of the flock could not prevail for the recovery of the pastor. But the enemy which every one else dreaded, he welcomed. And while a painful anxiety spread a deep gloom over every countenance, he expressed a desire to depart, and to be with Christ.
One day after a severe fit of coughing, he said to the man who attended him, “ The way seems hard, but it is the way the children of God all go; and I do not wish to be exempted from it. I know that my Redeemer liveth; I feel him precious to my soul: He supports me under all. O that I could express all I feel!” The doctor coming in soon after, asked him, How he was ? He replied, “ Partly here, and partly elsewhere."
A night or two before his death he was very restless, and often imagined himself to be preaching to his old lock. He spoke much of the glories of heaven, and the happiness of separate spirits; of their robes of righteousness, and of their palms of victory. Then breathing his ardent wishes for the happiness of those
present, he added, “ Pardon, peace, and everlasting salvation are desirable things.
Sometimes he would address his brethren the clergy, whom he awfully warned to beware, lest they were found unfaithful stewards at the coming of their Great Master. “ Men and brethren," he would say, “ If you are called of God,mare faithful and honest, he will bless your labours !"-But he could not long proceed in a connected strain.
He had asked Mr. Reece, nine days before, “ When is Lady Day?" He told him, Monday, the 25th.Mr. Simpson replied, " I shall be gone before then." Which was accordingly true; for after a day of apparent suffering on Saturday, he fell asleep a little before midnight, March 24th, 1799.
Thus after an active and laborious ministry of twenty-six years in Macclesfield, he finished his course, and went to his reward.
He was interred on Tuesday morning, March 26th, amidst the sighs and groans, and tears, of an immense multitude of people, who attended him to the grave, like children bereft of their earthly support. In the church, which it is supposed contained near three thousand people, expressions of grief were depicted in the countenances of both old and young; even children joined in the general mourning. The scene was very impressive, and there seemed to be but one prevailing sentiment in every breast. Could its accents have been heard, they would have been some: thing like
" He was a man, take him for all in all,
The following epitaph for Mr. Simpson, was originally designed for a pane of glas:
Others employ their sculptured marble,
Or the speaking bronze,
In the estimation of thousands,
For extent of erudition,
Were uncommonly successful,
He left Christians.
And to administer medicine
For the relief of affliction,
After having devoted
This bright Star
To adorn the Firmament above
The 24th of March, 1799,
ADDISON, quotations from
account from, of an infidel in France
prefers the psalms to Pindar and Horace
deist, conversion of
gentleman's wickedness, conversion, and
Authors, royal and noble, since the conquest
Babylon, prophecies concerning, conclusive