'Tis true, here is another

year; And I'm permitted to appear Before thee, and thy name revere,

My Jesus! Though I've abus'd thy providence, Though long I've liv'd in indolence, Yet in thy love me recompense,

My Jesus!

O that I had a glimpse of thee!
O that I had but faith to see
Thy righteousness transferr’d to me,

My Jesus!

But, O this vile, deceitful heart,
So loath with earthly joy to part,
I fear will make thee hence depart,

My Jesus!
Then, since in sin I am involv'd,
On thee be all my sins devolv'd,
That I henceforth my be absolv’d,

My Jesus!

Sweetly permit me to confide
In thee alone, and none beside;
Ever be thou, my God, my guide,

My Jesus!

But here is no continued rest;
Earth is a wilderness at best;
But thou canst make me truly blest,

My Jesus!
On thee then I will humbly call,
When this clay tenement shall fall,
And joy to crown thee Lord of all,

My Jesus!

Till then, dear Lord, thy servant keep,
By night, by day, awake, asleep;
And place me with thy dear bought sheer,

My Jesus!
Keep me dependent on thy grace,
Till I shall see thee face to face,
And be complete in thine embrace,

My Jesus!


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“ Once more Eugenia,” said my celestial guide, with
as much complacency and sweetness as could possibly
shine in an angel's face, once more will I bear thee
hence; and to thy wondering sight present a fairer pros.
pect of the unbounded love of Christ, manifested to the
sons of men. Thus far my commission extends; and
then I leave thee.” With humble submission I bowed
assent, my heart glowing with delight at the pleasing re.
flection of being indulged with a still nearer view of the
exhaustless treasures of mercy and grace continually flow.
ing from the wounded side of my blessed Lord.
possible," exclaimed I, “under a self abasing view of my
unworthiness, will yet my heavenly Conductor condescend
to comply with the inquisitive desires and inclinations of
one so undeserving?" 6I am but a creature, and servant of
the same Master with thee," replied he; " then cease to
wonder, and know this, that it is the delight and happiness
of the angels of light to be the ministering attendants on
those that are the sealed of the Lord." Silenced at the
gentle reproof, I prepared for flight; and encircled in the
arms of my refulgent guide, mounted aloft, borne on the

66 Is it

floating beams of the sun. With incredible swiftness, we traversed the regions of ether; and with no less than angelic speed, alighted on the fertile plains of India!

66 Here observe,” said Serenus, “the different objects that may arrest thy sight.” I looked; and with amaze. ment beheld innumerable crowds of the swarthy inhabit. ants of Hindostan celebrating an idolatrous festival. The barbarous rites, the horrible clangor aod confusion, with the dreadful superstition of the poor blinded votaries, displayed to my imagination a scene that rent my heart, and filled my breast with sorrow and tumult. I beheld with anguish their lamentable state; I pitied them; and nought but pity could I bestow. My attentive ears were pained with the loud and noisy babblings of the multi. tude; my eyes, wearied at the unwelcome sight, volun. tarily turned aside. Then I said in my heart, “ Turn them, O Lord, and they shall be turned!” Then shall this dreary "desert blossom as the rose.” ceiving my distress, said, in accents that spoke comfort to my soul, “Be not disquieted thou fearful one; yet a lit. tle while, and thou shalt see of the glory of God and be satisfied; but now direct thy sight to the banks of the serpentine Ganges. Tell me, Eugenia, is there any thing thither ward to attract your attention?" I beheld, and, to my sorrow, the prospect was not of a more pleasing nature than the preceding. I could have wept; but tears would avail me nothing. Willingly would I have shed even tears of blood, to have convinced the throng of the error of their ways. I wished to invite them to the fountain that cleanseth from sin and upclcan. ness, instead of beholding them reverence and adore the Vol. I.


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the waters that at the last day shall be dried up. The feeble cries of the helpless infants, who in vain struggled against the swellings of the flood, were as daggers to my breast! “And are the inhuman parents so deluded," cried 1, "as to believe that in drowning their offspring they are performing a righteous deed?” “Even so,” replied Serenus. Pity the heathen world, thou Sovereign Ruler of the universe! How long shall the prioce of darkness reigo, and not be confounded? When wilt thou pluck thy lilies from among

the thorns of this barren wilderness? Hasten the happy period, thou blessed Immanuel! My heart thus prayed in silence. Serenus, acquainted with its inmost recesses, gently lisped, “Amen!” The rustling breezes long retained the sound, and on the surface of the Ganges swiftly flew the whispering echo.

My angelic guide, now willing to revive my drooping spirits, signified his intention of proceeding. Accordingly, we directed our course towards the lowly habitation of a poor Hindoo.

We entered invisibly; and found him emaciated with disease, and stretched on a bed of languishing. Death had arrested him; but the soul, as if unwilling to quit the body, stal lingered to breath the last testimony of Jesus' love. Around the bed stood two or three men of mild deportment;* and, to my joy, Serenus told me they were faithfullaborers in this part of Christ's uncultivated vineyard. I was delighted with their assiduous attention to the dying Indian; and beheld how carefully they wiped away the cold and deathlike sweat that sat on his brow. Nature was fast decaying; but cach convulsive throb, or heating of the fluttering pulse, spread over his countenance

* Missionaries.

a divine lustre that diffused itself around, and kindled in the breast of each spectator a fire of heavenly joy!

I felt myself reanimated; my heart glowed with grati. tude to Him who had thus so abundantly dispensed his favors in this place; every one seemed to partake of the love and joy that abode with the departing saint; the unction of the Spirit was shed abroad copiously! Then I experienced the truth of the poet's words;

“The chamber where this Hindoo meets his fate
Is privileg'd beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life; quite on the verge of heaven!"


The chain of thoughts that naturally crowded on my mind, was broken by the strugglings between death and na. ture. The quivering flame of life that had been nearly extinguished, now seemed to rekindle, and kindly gave the almost breathless Indian an opportunity of telling the world that his Jesus was still faithful, though he was en. com passed about with the pains of dissolution. “I wish,” said he, fetching a deep sigh, “I could impart to my dear brethren in God half the joys I now experience! I was sick of love; but my beloved Redeemer 'stayed me with flagons, and comforted me with apples.' Glory, glory, be to my heavenly Father, for sending the blessed gospel to save such an unworthy wretch as I am! I feel the arms of my Savior entwined about me; and though I am pass. ing through the deep waters, the billows shall not go over my head, neither will he suffer me to sink."

After regain. ing a little breath he again spake; “May God abundantly bless your labor of love, my dearest brethren! Whether my countrymen will hear, or whether they will forbear, I

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