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THE POOR BUND.
A Mtining Rrjiectwru
Be glad, my soul; the gloomy ni^ht
Has now her rule rcsi^u'd:
But visits not the blind.
The morn may make the sun arise,
And these no pleasure find;
And pity the poor blind.
They pity claim; but more, much more,
The man of darken'd mind, Ti'.a his hard lot mourns o'er and o'Vr; Thu h.s sad cue does not dei>lore,
Nor knows that he is blind.
Christians, who yourselves of late,
In darkness were confin'd;
That pity'd you when blind.
"No," you reply, while life remains;
Hi; grace we'll call to mind: We'll publish too in joyful strains, Jesus still lives, and grace still reigns,
In pity to the blind!
I greet ye, Missionary bandc,
fn pnre compassion join'd; I prav, May G<.d uphold the hands That carry life to dying lands,
And light to sinners blind.
Go .on, yr highly favour'd still,
The shades begin to rice; Go on till light all nations rilf, And (if it were Heav'n's sov'reign will)
Till all the blind shall see.
On the Domestic Happiness of a Christian Couple.
LONGING FOR HOME.
A Though at the Close of a Week. An'ij now another week is past,
And I on.: wreck am nearer come*; Fly swift, ye hours ; co.ivey me fast
To iv.y long wish'd-for, dearest home.
Far from my father's houso, its true.
And kirn! memorials, not a few,
Sometimes he deigns to visit me,
But oh! I long unceasingly
His love has plac'd mTM in this school,
And all the discipline and rule,
Soon asTiis plans are all complete,
And I am perfected in love;
For my inheritance above,
And take me to my blissful home.
Soon will his glorious chariot cocne.
/ ascend unto my Father and your Father.
Father! that name is music to mv err!
is found; From that rich source my eager hopes arc crown'd, While only disappointment waits me btri. Fathec! that title I would siill repeat: An orphan knows the bliss that word reveals: (Dear to my hearr.till it shall fail to heat !) An orphan best in bounclk-s> value feels. -My Father, God ! 'tis ba'm for ev'ry woe; A spring whence joys ecstatic ceaseless
Written on a Blank Leaf of a
^urcinus Book! of books the belt j
How blesr tt>e pair whom Christian love
uivtes! Joy smiles upon their days, »nJ crowns
their nights; In peace their harpy moments glide away.
Till both ar^ vte\ran\*A r* .if-m,l dm ^
To the Editor.
The music of Handel, as in most of his compositions, was adapted not merclv to the metre but to the sense of the old version of Psalm civ. I have heard, that on occasion of a new version of the Psalms, a premium was once advertised for a new translation ofrhat Psalm in thebld metre, nut that the object was not accomplished. In the following linrs I have attempted a more literal,as well as a more modern transfusion of the original into the English language,—adheiing to the metre to which Handel's admirable tune was adapted. The whole psalm being too copious for your Miscellany, I have been limited to the first thirteen verses; adding, at the close, w.'.at appeared requisite to accommodate the Ode of the Jewish prophet to the use of evangelical worshippers.
ADoKl,Omy soul, Jehovaii'sgreat name!
With majesty clotu'd, and matchless in fame:
The sun'sdaizling lustre his robe he hath made;
The heav'ns are a curtain, his glories to shade.
The fathomless deep his mansion sustains;
His chariot, the clouds, he guides or restrains:
The /'inti's sounding pinions his footsteps proclaim r
His envoys ate spirits, his ministers flame.
HefounrVd the ear:h immovably fast;
Yet suinruoii'd the floods its lorin to lay waste:
The loftiest mountains in waves were immers'd;
He spoke by his thunders, the waters dispers'd.
They mounted the hills, thy call to attend;
Rebuk'd by thy voice, the vales they.descend;
Retire to their channels, and haste to the deep,
Its limits appointed for ever to keep.
The earth thus renew'd, he waters from high;
Of beasts tame and wild, the thirst to supply: ■
The soring?, at his mandate rush forth from the hiils,
And wind through, the valleys, uniting their rill's.
The birds of the hcav'ns, there find a retreat,;
And pour through the groves their melodies sweet:
Thus, Lord! shines thy glory, in work*
of thy .hands; [mands.
But most thy redemption our wonder de
Thy Mai-sty vcil'din flesh like our own,
Bv |esus display'd, transcendent!'/ shone;
Thine anger o'crwhclm'd us, thy pity restored;
Thy promise upholds us !—My soul, praise the Lord! Minimus.
■For this God i< our God for ever and* e-vrr ; be -will be our Guide even unim Death.—Psalm xlvni. 14.
Codlu I say, "This God is mint,"
He all mercy is, and grace,
0 would he this truth reveal,
And stamp it with his heavenly scal^
Cursed sin! v.crt thou fortjiv'n,
1 should have a present Heav'n! Would m) God this veil remove,
1 should sec nb name is Love! C.
SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN,
Sung at Paradiu Strut Cbafitl,
Father of Heavrn, to thee we raise
The cherrful notes of solemn praise:
Thy tfnder mercy saw us lie
Now kindly Jesus doth receive
*'\\vr't friv'n below.
]"or gold and silver giv'n below, Eternal life do thou bestow.
AN ACCOUNT OF
NEAR MARTHA UREA, IN JAMAICA.
I Have been induced, by repeated solicitations, to make the following attempt to relate the particulars of my convictions, conversion, and experience, with the principles I hold and teach the people, and the manner of discipline and government in our church; as well as the success I have met with, in turning poor lost sinners from sin, to the knowledge and love of a precious Redeemer.
1 consider it proper, before I "proceed farther, to give an account of myself. — I am from New York, in North America, where my occupation was a barber. I was married September 4, 1778, to Susannah Ashton, a mantua-maker, a native of New York, by the Rev. \V. Walters, agreeably to the rites of the church of England; in which denomination we had been, brought up, and had learnt to read the Scriptures, and to write a little. At the evacution of New York, in 178;l, I was, with my wife and child, obliged to come to the island of Jamaica. — I am now a man well-stricken in years, and very infirm.
As to religion, when I first came to Jamaica, mine was that; of the world: I was much given to strong drink, and to many other bad habits.
After my arrival, I hired a small shop in Kingston, where I followed my trade for three years; during which time 1 saw it would not answer, as I became very poor, and could scarcely subsist. I removed thence to a place in the mountains, called Leguine, about fifteen miles from Kingston, there to till the ground. The providence of God so laid it out, that this land came into Mr. Winn's possession.
There I found a black man of the Chamba country, named
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