JESUS MY SAVIOUR.

My Saviour Jesus! how thy name
With sweet delight thrills through my frame;
'Tis past all language to express
Thy glory or thy loveliness.

My Saviour Jesus! Oh, what grace,
What beauty in these words I trace;
Jesus, the name ordained by heaven,
When to lost sinners thou wast given.
Jesus! for thou wast given to save
Thy children from destruction's wave;
My Saviour! yes, for me thou'st died,
I'm sheltered in thy wounded side.

I love thee, Lord, I love thy name,
To live on thee's my highest aim;
When close to thee no fears alarm,
My Saviour, thou dost keep from harm.

Oh! with what rapture I could sit,
For ever at thy blessed feet;
I've nothing on this earthly ball,
My Saviour thou art all in all.

My glorious Prophet, Priest, and King,
Whose praises through heaven's arches ring;
Lord, dearest Lord, indeed thou'rt mine,
Thou art my hope, I'm wholly thine.

Thou art my Life, my Light, my Love,
I can aspire to live above;

In thee all riches I possess,

Made perfect in thy righteousness.

My sins, although of crimson die,
Are blotted out in records high;
My Saviour, thou hast bought my peace,
Yea, bled to gain my full release.

Haste with thy fiery chariot, haste!
Thy joys divine I pant to taste;
Then shall I see thee as thou art,
From thy dear presence ne'er depart.

Then shall I see thy lovely face,
And on thy unveiled glories gaze;
Then, from both sin and sorrow free,
Devote my all to praising thee!

EMMELINE.

THE WORK OF THE SPIRIT.

WHо doth unfold to us our state, Who does the soul anew create,

Who leads to pastures fresh and green,
Where Christ is in his glory seen,
And helps the sheep to feed therein?
The Spirit.

Who leads into the ways of God,
And to that rich, atoning blood,
Which reconciles the soul to God?
The Spirit.

Who does the Saviour's love reveal,
Who does the wounded spirit heal,
The power of pardoning grace to feel?
The Spirit.

Who is the great eternal Seal,
Who does the truth in Christ reveal,
And all the saints to glory seal?
The Spirit.

Who is the pledge of endless peace,
Who brings the soul its free release,
And does its faith and hope increase?
The Spirit.

Who does the word of truth apply,
Who comforts those that mourn and sigh,
And raise the souls to joys on high?

Wortwell.

The Spirit.

A COUNTRY MINISTER.

What though our trials may be sharp,
And strong the tempter's power;
Omnipotence secures our souls
In every trying hour.

Christ is the Life, the Strength, the Shield,
Of all the chosen seed;

He bore the wrath of all their sins,
And now doth intercede.

Christ's intercession must prevail,
He paid the ransom-price;
And mercy flows with love divine,
On all of sovereign choice.
Helpless, O Lord, I fly to thee,
No other source have I;
Canst thou reject my suppliant plea?
Didst thou not bleed and die?

A sinner, Lord, I come to thee,
Feeling my desperate state;
Thou only can'st assuage my grief,
Oh! help for mercy's sake.

Come, Holy Ghost, my Lord display,
In all his saving power;
Come, shed abroad his dying love,
In this the needed hour.

Then shall my voice aloud proclaim,
My Saviour, God, and King;
And sing the wonders of thy grace,

Which saves from death and sin.

And when my eye-strings break in death,
From sin I shall be free;

And my immortal powers shall praise,
The Father, Son, and thee.
Isleworth.

W. S. P.

EXHORTATION,

A HYMN.

Dear Jesus, sovereign Lord of all,
Thy mighty power display;
And let me feel thy conquering love,
Chasing my fears away.

The war within, 'twixt grace and sin,
The conflict how severe,
Alarms my soul, and makes me feel,
A prey to slavish fear.

Give me submission to thy will,

Impart thy grace, O Lord;
Give strength sufficient to my day,
According to thy word.

Then may the winds and storms arise,
Of world, death, hell, and sin;
They ne'er shall sink my shattered bark,
For thou Lord art therein.

Ye trembling saints, with sad complaints, To Jesus quick repair;

Though Satan tries, with hellish lies,

Why should ye doubt or fear?

Though men may frown, a glorious crown
Shall soon adorn thy brow;

While Justice stands, with lifted hands,
To lay the scoffer low.

The sons of light, in armour bright,

In yonder glorious sky,
With vision clear shall soon appear,
Around the throne on high.

To sing the praise, in rapturous lays,
Of Zion's mighty king;

While angels' song the theme prolong,
Through one eternal spring,

Then doubts, and cares, and slavish fears,
Shall never more annoy;

But there, above, Jehovah's love
Shall every tongue employ,

J. E. C.

A GLORIOUS DISPLAY OF DIVINE SO

VEREIGNTY,

IN THE TRIUMPHANT DEATH OF WESTERN EVE, OF WEST HANNINGFIELD, Occasioned by the Bite of a Mad Dog.

THE following is a relation of the living sayings of a departed friend and brother in our common Lord, whose name is Western Eve; whose death, according to the all-wise Disposer of all events, was occasioned by the bite of a mad dog, the which took place in July, 1826: from which time he laboured under great distress of mind, from painful apprehensions of circumstances commonly attending such a cause, and particularly as it related to his eternal state.

On the 17th of December he was taken very unwell, and believed that death was very nigh. He broke out and said, 'Oh, if I am taken away this night, what will become of my poor soul?' His brother asked him if he loved the Lord Jesus Christ? to which he replied, 'I hope I do, but I feel such a hard and deceitful heart, that I cannot tell you whether I love the Lord or not, for I am very fearful I shall be left to die as Job's wife told him to do, that is to "curse God and die," and if he leaves me I know I shall;' and then added, 'Oh! that the Lord would keep me from it.' September, 1839.]

His brother replied, that he believed there never was one that had that fear that was left to do it. He then smiled and said, I hope I shall have a little rest; and if I do, Oh! that I may rest where Christian did, with my window open towards the rising of the sun, and Oh that the name of chamber may my be " Peace." He then sent for the doctor, for he said he felt a desire to be spared to live a little longer with his dear wife and children if it was the Lord's will. When the doctor came, he told him he had been bitten by a mad dog, and that he could do him no good; directly a fit seized him which continued about five minutes : after the same he said, Come, Lord Jesus, and receive my poor soul this night, if it be thy will.' To one who stood by him, whom he believed to be in a state of nature, he said, 'You see that dying is hard work; but remember you are on the road, I am as it were but a step before: I can only point out the way to you, I cannot say that you shall walk in that new and living way' and Oh! that the Lord may support me.' Then his sister repeated a few words from one of friend Herbert's Hymns, which the Lord made to suit his case, and he said, What, that dear good man!' and smiled again, and then said, ' As

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the fountain is pure the streams are pure also; but do I belong to these streams?' His brother answered he believed he did; but he said I have many doubts and fears concerning it.' He was told the Lord's people were subject to these infirmities; to which he said, 'What, doubters and fearers go to heaven?' he was told yes. Then he took hold of his brother's hand and said, ́ I am not dismayed at going or leaving you, for I have often seen the Lord's people (be it understood that he was in the habit of meeting with a few of his dear friends, who are maliciously called antinomians, at Galley-wood Common, and other places, where the everlasting gospel is preached), and have walked out of my way rather than meet them, because I felt such a deceitful heart; I thought they all condemned me for an hypocrite, which made me go with my head hung down like a bull-rush. But there is a treasure hid in the sand for me, and you may say that is a strange place to hide it; but so it is, and moreover it is for me! the waves of trouble and distress may beat against it, but they never can wash it away: these things may seem strange, coming from such a poor man as me; but Christ visited poor fishermen, and went into the vessel with them; then they were sure to arrive safe on shore, and so shall I, for he sits at the helm and manages the whole of it-for its not left for me to do, if it had I should most certainly steer it wrong.' But it is finished (it was said to him) and you did not do it; it was finished on the cross. And with a smile he said Yes, for I can as soon raise my body from this affliction, as I can do anything to save my soul, yet through Christ I can do all things. Upon this came up several gentlemen to see him to them he said, Gentlemen, I hope you will keep silent, now you see I am a dying man let me speak, and you stand still and see the salvation of God.' But one of them said,

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Eve, I hope you have made your

Then he shook What, me make

peace with God!' his head, and said, peace with God! the Lord made peace with me, or there never would have been any made: no whited sepulchre will do for me, you may build large buildings upon the sands with untempered mortar, but the floods will wash them all away-I do not mean Noah's flood, but I mean God's wrath; for such, not coming in at the door but climbing up some other way, the same are thieves and robbers, but we are built upon a rock, and that is the way for me. You will excuse me, gentlemen, I am a dying man, and must be faithful with you, for that which is truth is truth, and what is a lie is a lie, and there is no mixing them together. It is very likely some of you will go away and say I am not sensible, and well you may, for a mad man cannot be sensible; yet the things that I speak I am sensible of, for he loved me from everlasting, and therefore I am compelled to love him, for he is not Christ and Co. but Christ is all in all: the King's gold is pure, and no mixture or counterfeit will do for me. You see my glass is almost run out, and I do not wish to turn it again, neither would I if I could, for I see the doors are open for me, and the streets are paved with gold, and I shall walk and hold my head up there, I shall not hold it down as I have done here, and I shall not want my old rusty tools there, for I shall not be in the King's palace only, and with the King's friends, but I shall be with the King himself, whom I shall see for myself, and not for another, for the Lord hath a feast of fat things for me, of wines on the lees well refined. The devil often told me that I should lay violent hands upon myself, and that he should gain his ends; but he is a liar, and was so from the beginning, for he is a conquered enemy, and I shall overcome him, for the door is open for my entrance I believe, and as the word reads, and yet there is

room,' but who that room remains for is not for me to know, but this I do know, there is room for me! and this also I know, that when the last elect vessel is brought home, there will be shouting "Grace unto it," and then the door will be for ever shut, and there will be no more room.' His brother then said to one present, 6 see how sensible he is, poor thing;' upon which he looked at him, and with a smile said, What, call me poor! there is a jewel hid in me richer than the Indies. I am in the cold arms of death as you see, and do not think that I am loth to die, for I am not. Before this my now confinement to my bed, the Lord was pleased to bless me with two sweet enjoyments in my soul: the first was in coming from Stock to my home, it was so sweet (though but short) that I scarcely knew whether I was in this world or not, but it very soon left me; the next was as I was coming from my work, I had been very much cast down in my mind, the moon shone very bright, and I had a load on my back, the which I laid down in order to rest, and the Lord blessed me with such a sweet promise, that the load fell from off my mind as Christian's did, and I cannot tell you how I felt, but I felt such a love to him, that I thought I should live as holy as an angel, the which he purposed, but his purposes soon failed, and I began to patch up my old building again, but according to my views it fell before I had scarcely began, for no man can put a piece of new cloth to an old garment, but the rent is made worse.' Then addressing himself to his wife, and brother and his wife, I may say the words of Mr. Saunders' text, more than thirty years ago, "Time is short," and I hope you will not leave me in my dying hours, but stand and see my heart-strings break,

“And while you see my heart-strisgs break, How sweet my minutes roll."

And patting his chcek with his hands he said,

"A mortal paleness on my cheek,

But glory in my soul."

Then a Mr, T. asked him if he had taken anything, to which he replied,

No, I have neither laid me down, nor have I had any sleep, no nor have broke my fast, for nearly forty hours; and I am neither sleepy, weary, hungry, nor thirsty, only for the Lord Jesus Christ, and him I do thirst for.'

Several gentlemen coming to see him, to one of them he thus addressed himself, with Come in Sir, for your countenance takes my fancy more than any young person that I have seen to-day, and I hope not to puff you up with pride, for if you belong to the Lord you will know a plenty of that; and if the Lord has been pleased to plant a spark of grace in your soul, the devil will never let you rest long, but he will be trying to get it away, but he shall never be able to do that.' Then they shook hands, and he bade him good night, saying, 'This is the last time I shall bid you a good night, for I am a dying, and my eyes grow dim, you all appear to me of different countenances; yet I believe the Lord has bound up this poor body of mine, to speak to some of my dear friends as long as I have breath remain.' Upon this his master for whom he laboured came to see him, unto whom he said, I am very glad to see you Sir, you have always behaved as a gentleman to me, and as I know it is in your power to befriend my poor wife and children, I hope you will so do, for you see Sir that I shall be here but a short time, my poor dying legs have done carrying my body to labour for you, and Ĭ hope you will use your influence to prevent my wife and children being turned out of doors:' the which his master promised he would do, and then he thanked him, and delivered