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" CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. Yet still the same, he wooes this heart of As winds, and storms, and dashing surges
And makes his love by countless mercies roar Wiih dreadful fury on the sea skirt shore;
known ! As other times, the geodle zephyrs play,
What can I say, dear Lord, to love so And the unruified stream pursues its way :
strange . 'Tis thus, methinks, it passes in iny soul,
To love that all my rebeiacts caa change One day the weather's fair, another foal.
Language here fails; an angel can't exNow tempest cost with various doubts and plore ! fears,
Be hush'd then, Muse, and silently adore! My heart o'erwhelın'd with woe, my eye ou sonuczepaya oraincupou my with tears,
strings, Intipending clouds of darkness o'er ine Or passing angels touch thce with their spread,
wings, in And in the paths of Hell I seem to tread: Let thy best notes resound my Saviour's My ways all strew'd with thorns, while praise ! black Despair
And all thy theme be his redeeming grace! Would fill the measure of my days with That shall employ in Heav'n my better care.
pow'rs! Oppress'd, cast down, and almost robb'd of That shall on earth solace my captive hope,
hours ! To the poor sinner's Friend I then look up; That shall my charter be.to worlds above ! Cast at his feet my burden and niv grief. And then 10 Heav'n I'll ask, but Jesus' And there, and there alone, I find relief.
G.R. He says to each rude passion, " Peace,
be still;" And straight it yields obedience to his will.
Mark the resplendent orb of day,
Eoliv'ning all around !
The dew, soft trembling, then is seen And 'flow'rs of Eden deck this vale of On ev'ry beauteous spire of green tears ;
That decorates the ground,
The prism's diverging colours tou,
That clothes the verdant plains.
Bat should the sun his glary shroud And Zion's loss in plaintive strains de. In some opaque obtruding cloud, plor'd.
Soon is their beauty lost : Yet if niy anchor's cast within the vale, So Christians, if their Lord remove, Tho' now oppos'd by many a boilt'rous The sudden loss of comfort prove, gale,
Nor longer beauty boast. My little vessel shall the storm outride, Warn'd by the dew drop's transient show, Nor fear a wreck, for Jesus is its guide All self-depende.:ce I forego, How oft has he been better than my fears,
Nor trust my ticach'rous heart. And with a promise check'd my How Jesus! to thee my soul would fis, ing cears,
Thou Son of righteousness on high, Met my request, prevented my desire,
Thy quick’ning beams in part ! And turn’d to songs of praise my mourn
The smallest drop throughout the field fullyre!
Will somewhat of sweet radiance yield, But ok, what base returns my heart has
Cheer'd by the rising day; made!
So I, the meanest of thine own, How oft his love by coldness has been
Dear Lord! would dwell before thy
throne, How oft I've slighted, curn'd away my
And shing with borrow'd ray. Frems all the javications of his grace !
· PSALM LXIV. 15.
New-cast my plummet, make it apt to in
Where the rocks“ turk, and where the Le not tbe water-floods overflow me, neither
quicksands lie : let the deep swallow ine upo Guard thou the gulph with love; ms The world's, a sea ; my flesh a ship calms with care ; that's mami'd
Cleanse thou my freight; accept my slen With lao'ring thoughts, and steer'd by
der fare : Reason's hand :
Refresh the sea-sick passenger ; cut short My heart's the seaman's chart, whereby His voyage ; safe land him in his wish'de she sails ;
for port. My loose affections are the greater sails Thou, thou whori winds and stormy seas The topsail is iny fancy; and the gusts
obey, That fill these waqton sheets are worldly That through the dcep gav'st murmuring losts.
Israel way, Prayer is the cable, at whose end ap- Say to my soul, be safe; and then my eye pears
Shall scorn grim Death, although grim The anchor Hope, ne'er slipp'd but in Death stand by our fears
Oh! thou, whose strength reviving arma My will's th' unconftant pilot, that com did chérishi mands
Thy sinking Peter at the point to perish, The stagg'ring keel; my sins are like Reach forth thy hard, or bid me tread the sands;
the wave; Repentance is the bucket, and mine eye I'll come, i'll come: the voice that calls The purp, unus'd (but in cutremes) and will save. dry.
T. J. N. My conscience is the plummet, that does press
Written after reading the Accounts The deeps, but seldom cries, O fathom
publisheit by the Strung erst Friend less : Smooth calm's security; the gulph's despair; Society, for the year 1802. My freight's corruption, and this life's What scenes of misery and woe! my fare.
Alas! What blasts of sorrow blow's
Such visits and such scenes decline ;
Nor dwell they on their tongue ! leak ;.
Littlcye rich and prosp'rous think My sailors rude;, my steers-man faint How many fellow-creatures sink, and weak :
Througla poverty and grief! My canvas form, it flaps from side to side: O from your treasure kindly spare : My cable's crack'd, mny anchor's slightly A trifle let the wretched share,
To bring them kind relief. My pilot's craz'd; my shipwreck sands Their pains and woes, their wretched state, are cloakd ;
O think, it might have been your 'fate, bucket's broker., and my pump is
- Unworthy what you have :
Then let their miseries awake
Who came the lost to save !
Great God, with blessings e'er surround My plummet's light, it cannot sińk nor Those who in works of love abound, sound:
Who visit scenes of woe: O, shall iny rock-be-threatend soul be To Death, nor to Disease a prey, drown'd!
O keep and bless them in the way Lord, still the seas, and shield my ship
In' which they kindly go.
Crown their endcavours to reclaim froiti harm, Instructniy sailors, guide mysteers-man's Poor guilty sinners through thy name, arm;
And bring thein back to God, Touch thou my compass, and review my Wisdom, and Surrogthy and Health afford, sails ;
. While thus they imitate their Lord! Send stiffer courage, or send milder gales; .. This path the Saviour trod. Make strong my cable; bind ny anchor O Sin, what mis'ey hast thou brought faster;
On wretched mano yørtougue nor thougheDirect my pilot, and be thou his master. Can tell or e'er conceive. Object the sands to my more serious view; O awful view but now we may Make sound iny bucket, bore my pump Escape eternal death, to day, apsw
If we on Christ believe!
WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.
CONCLUDED FROM OUR LAST. .
Mr. Cowper's relapse occurred in 1773, in his fortya second year. His derangement so completely subverted those doctrinal sentiments which had afforded him, for the last nine years, the most transcendent comfort, that he considered himself as cast off for ever from the hope of mercy, although he never disputed the divine change which had been wrought in bis mind. Through the depths of his distress, Mr. Newton attended him with unfailing tenderness of friendship, and once entertained him fourteen months at the vicarage; but he was deaf to consolation or encouragement, while he supposed the ear of his Creator to be shut against his complaints and requests. He ceased not only from attending public service, but. likewise from joining in domestic worship, or attempting privare devotion. His judgment was equally convinced as ever of the glory of Christ, and his desires for communion with God were as fervent; but apprehending his own perdition to be determined by an immutable decree, he regarded it as blasphemy in him to ask for mercy. His pious neighbours were struck with terror, as well as with compassion, at so awful a change. He was inaccessible to all, except Mr. Newton; but all, like him, longed to contribute to his relief. After the first dreadful paroxysm of his disorder, although his unhappy persuasion rea mained unalterable, he was indaced to admit some diversion of his mind from melancholy.' Estranged from human society, he was inclined to domesticate a young leveret; and his neigh. bours instantly supplied him with three. The choice of their food, and the diversity of their dispositions, amused his mind; and their occasional diseases called forth his tenderness. Two of them died; but the third 'was his companion throughout his abode at Olney, Seren years elapsed before he sufficiently re