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received at His hand, we are not backward to accord Him every praise and thanksgiving, which is not only a reasonable, but also a delightful, service. We desire to present ourselves at His footstool in the righteousness and holiness of our great High Priest, and, like a royal priesthood, offer up spiritual sacrifices, holy, acceptable to God, which is our reasonable service. We bless His dear name, and delight to honour His all-glorious person, as much as He is pleased to enable us, and to worship at His feet in the beauty of holiness, which is our reasonable service. There is no consideration more highly valued by the brethren in faith, than the covenant mercies of our covenant God. The blessed effects produced in the soul by the remembrance is beyond any description of ours. The very thought of them is so humbling and selfdebasing and so Christ-exalting, that a poor Christ-depending soul cannot refrain from the affectionate beseeching of the apostle to present his body, and all that he hath and is, a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is his reasonable service. Prestwich.

W. G. LOVE'S GREETINGS. [MY DEAR SIR, I was very much pleased to see in the October number of the Gospel Magazine the letter I sent you, which you have headed “Greetings by the Way.” The accompanying manuscript is another written by the same pen, should you feel inclined to insert it. I am afraid you will think it rather long, but I know not how to shorten it, for every sentence seems to me fraught with blessedness. How sweet it is to be constrained to turn from speaking of the Lord to speaking to Him; and how inexpressibly glorious to be enabled to rise from His gifts and His blessings, and even from the mani. festations of His love and favour, which He now and then grants us, to His person! Your remarks in the leading article, this month, on this subject much pleased me, and I can heartily echo the observation that, “ It is in His own blessed and beauteous Person everything centres :" for, as you say, “His Person is the very Sun in the grand firmament of redemption.” Ah! what is earth when He hides His face, and when clouds intercept His bright rays ? A blank. And what would heaven be if Christ were not there? A void. “ He is all the bliss of heaven, He is all the joy of earth :” and

“ His Person is more glorious far

Than mortal language can express.” My late much-loved minister's lines on "The clouds are the dust of His feet, are very precious; and very often those words come into my mind

“ 'Tis in tempest your Lord is most nigh;

Rolling clouds are the dust of His feet.”' Not most nigh really, because the promise runs, “ Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world;" but most nigh feelingly. Have you another he wrote, entitled "Anticipation," and commencing

« 'Tis but a little season

And these dim eyes of mine,
Aroused from dreams of reason,

Shall wake to things divine ?"
Fully, most fully, does he now enjoy the "weight of glory” which is re-

. served, foretastes of which he had whilst in the vale; and ere long the message will come to us, “Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.”

“My soul anticipates the day,

Would stretch her wing, and soar away,
To aid the song, a palm to bear,
And bow, the chief of sinners there."

Yours in Him,
Plymouth.]

E, L. T.

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BELOVED IN THE LORD,—Grace, mercy, and peace reign and rule! love, blood, and salvation abound! You will think me long in answering

, your last very precious and high-prized epistle; but let me assure you that the spirit has very frequently been willing, whereas the flesh has been weak: and, even now, though there be a willingness on the one hand, there is a backwardness on the other. May the eternal Spirit, the alone Glorifier of Jesus, take me into His blessed hands, and indite some good matter in the heart touching the King, and then my pen will be like that of a ready writer. You well know, most dearly-deloved, that the Lord alone can command "a blessing, even life for evermore ; and that there is no restraint to love, no barrier or impediment to the free towings of grace and peace

“ Without Thy sov'reign power, O Lord,

In sweets the Gospel can afford;" but, though without Him we can do nothing effectually, yet with Him we can do all things gloriously and joyously. “AH our springs rise in Him, all our joys flows from Him." May He, then, graciously open the divine Source of all blessing, and copiously pour down into my gladdened heart a shower of free-grace favour. Then I shall find it “more blessed to give than to receive." The Lord says, “Freely ye have received, freely give;" ' but we want Him to speak it home, to speak it in, and then we respond, " It is the voice of my Beloved.” Indeed, we join Kent in singing,

“ Tis the voice of my Beloved,

His dear face methinks I see,
Fraught with blessing, peace, and pardon,
Skipping o'er the hills to me:

Sweet the accent,
Whisp’ring peace, and sins forgiven.”

His voice drowns the noise of archers, and dissipates the gloom of dull mortality. It speaks out every accuser, and speaks in every comfort. It draw us out of the wilderness into the “land flowing with milk and honey.” It raises us out of time into eternity. We then become "absent from the body, and present with the Lord;” and the effect of being present with Him is, we are at once like Him; for, when we see Him as He is by faith, we are like Him by love. We are changed into the same image. Like Enoch, we are not in ourselves, for the Lord takes us into Himself; or, like Moses, we are buried in love. We can then say, in the language of dear Jacob, “I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved;" and there is nothing so heart-cheering, so soulravishing, and so mind-expanding as a view of the King in His beauty. When we see Him, we feel Him; when we feel Him, we are like Him;

l and, when we are like Him, we are satisfied with His likeness. We were predestinated—conformed to His image; and in blessed keeping with this glorious predestination, when beholding as in a glass His glory, we

changed into the same image, from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord :” and this change is “in a moment,” or "in the twinkling of an eye,” which is a blessed description of a shorter space of time. Paul tells us that he was once so highly-favoured in being raised up into the fulness of his Beloved, that he knew not whether he was in the body or out. That must have been a blessed transition, a glorious

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translation. His natural memory was then lost in spiritual remembrance, and mortality was gloriously swallowed up of life. The Lord then became to him, experimentally, his everlasting light, God, and glory. He could then walk in the light as he was in the light, and have fellowship-or partnership—with his Brother born for adversity, and his Friend who loveth at all times. Can we not, beloved, in our measure, glory in the same free-grace privileges, in the same grace-gospel favours? Has not our Beloved endeared Himself to our souls, revealed Himself in our hearts, and made Himself more than precious to our spirits ? Surely we know something of the like distinguishing mercies. Yes, we dare not deny having realized the same blessings, and enjoyed the same spiritual favours. Oh, how blest, then, are we! How highly-favoured! How distinguished by the Lord!

Why was Thy love so rich and free,
To pick up one so vile as me ?
To raise a hope so firm and strong,

That I in heav'n should be ere long ?" We are no better than the rest of our natural father's house, no more deserving of His favour than are devils, and yet we are constrained by grace to say, by free-favour to say, by rich mercy to say, by love-constrainings to say, “I have all, and abound.” We have all, simply because we possess His glorious and gracious Person. And

His Person is more glorious far,

Than mortal language can express.” How little we yet know of His matchless Person! How comparatively unacquainted are we of His excellencies ! How limited is our knowledge of His glories ! How confined are our views of His beauties! How circumscribed is our understanding of His greatness and glory! How the flesh binds us down to lesser things! How the world engrosses our thoughts with meaner themes! How the cage of dull mortality imprisons the bird of paradise !

“ But soon the cage of clay

Will open once for all;
The bird will haste away,

Beyond an earthly call;
Will upward soar, in regions vast,
And get to glory safe at last.
“ It better then will sing,

It more at home will be;
The arch of bliss will ring,

An echo to its glee;
When, in its native place above,

'Twill warble forth its song of love." Indeed, this is not our home, earth is not our rest; the things of time are not our themes, and Adam's children are not our companions. Love has sweetly spoiled us for all but Himself, that none should care for our company but Himself. He loves to see our face, He likes to hear our voice. To Him our voice is sweet ; in His view our countenance is comely. He can discover worth in us that none but Himself can see; He can view beauties in us that none but Himself can behold. Hence He says concerning us, “ They shall walk with me in white; for they are worthy."

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But we see not our worthiness, being lost in beholding His. We see not our beauty, being sweetly transfixed in viewing His. If we be worthy, He alone is our worthiness; if we be comely, He Himself must constituto our comeliness. We must agree to this; love constrains us to acknowledge it. We are black in self, but comely in Him; we are poor in self, but rich in Him; we are weak in self, but strong in Him; we are nothing in self, but all in Him. Most heartily, most cheerfuly, can we say, "But Christ is all and in all.” When we sink into what we are in ourselves, how disconsolate we become ! When we lose sight of Him and our perfection of beauty in Him, what a settled gloom rests upon the spirits! Indeed, we have often to say with the poet,

“Less than Thyself will not suffice

My comfort to restore;
More than Thyself I cannot crave,

And Thou canst give no more.' We need no more; for in possessing Him we possess all; and "shall He not with Him freely give us all things ?” “ All are yours; ye are Christ's, and Christ is God's.' It matters not, then, what our changes may be ; it signifies nothing what our feelings may be, for

“Once in Him, in Him for ever.” Beloved, how favoured are we! How blest are we! How honoured are we! How altogether glorious are our eternal prospects in Him! What blessed anticipations are ours! What refulgent glories await us above! How infinitely transcendent will be our joys, when we shall reach home! There will then be no impediment to our ascription of praise ; there will be no drawback to our sweet song of love and blood. Our untiring powers and our unwearied spirits will then, and for ever, be sweetly employed in the upper regions of love, in the higher climes of peace.

. There, there with my Lord shall I sing,

Sing sweetly of Calvary's blood :
Shall reign with my Saviour and King,

Amidst all the grandeur of God.
• Then how shall the saints all unite,

To sing His high praises alone,
And shout with eternal delight,

The Lamb in the midst of the throne !”
But we must travel a little longer through this great and terrible wil

. derness; we must abide yet awhile in this lower dungeon, ere we shall finally hear the voice of our Beloved, saying, " Come up higher!” Even now we love to hear Him say, Come up higher !” or to join in the Church's testimony of His love and power. “My Beloved spake and said unto me,

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." When He tells us to arise and come away, we can joyfully and cheerfully leave everything of an earthly nature behind, and all our trials, troubles, and exercises below. We can then “enter into promised rest, and prove the Sabbath true.” At such times we really and vitally possess substance, and find our souls full of the blessing of the Lord. We then envy none their socalled pleasure : we become well contented with “Jesus only;" indeed, we sweetly sing,

“ There's nothing here deserves my joy ;
There's nothing like my God.”

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It seems long since we heard from you last, beloved. We like to hear from you, and of you, although we are so remiss in writing to you. Though absent in body, we are ever present in spirit, dwelling together in unity in Him our glorious Pavilion. With our united best love, believe me as ever,

Very affectionately yours,

JEDIDIAH.

THE REV. S. A. WALKER'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO THE

MEMBERS OF HIS CONGREGATION. MY DEAR PEOPLE, -As the Lord has graciously permitted us as pastor and flock to see the commencement of another year,

it becomes my happy privilege to present to you my usual New Year's Address, nearly at the close of my twelfth year's ministry among you.

The consciousness that every successive Address may be the last, lends a solemnity to the act of presenting it to you which I would gladly transfer to my own mind, so that I might write such things as, should they actually prove my last utterances to you in this written form, might give you a correct view of my feelings towards you, and of the character of my ministry among you.

That I was specially called to the position which I have so long occupied in this city has never for a moment been a matter of doubt to me. The circumstances under which that event took place were so marked, that I must have been obtuse indeed not to have seen the hand of the Master in them; and no discouragements that I have since encountered have in the least tended to weaken

my conviction on that point. have never imagined any oth reason for my being located at St. Mary-le-port but that I should proclaim the Gospel of the grace of God, that free sovereign grace which magnifies its Author, and leaves those who are the subjects of it nothing to boast of before Him. To some minds, I know, the views which have been revealed to me, and which I have considered it my privilege to express, are distasteful even to repulsiveness, but why they should be so to genuine believers in the Lord Jesus I never could understand, for they mean no more than this-that the new dispensation, in contrast with the old, comprises a scheme of mercy to sinners from which all human merit, and consequently all human effort, is excluded, and the enjoyment of which by any member of Adam's fallen family rests upon the sovereign will of God alone, who has made full

provision for it in Jesus, and who furnishes whom He will with the perfecfection, spiritual, moral, and physical, included in that provision.

That any truly converted one should prefer a scheme of salvation in which human will was one of the elements has always been a surprise to me. The thought that I am a believer, and as such an heir of glory, because God has so willed it, and made it a part of His eternal arrangement, has for many years afforded me a sense of security such as nothing else could ; it has placed my feet upon the Rock, and ordered my goings. Call it what you will, it is really nothing more than saying

with St. Paul, "By the grace of God I am what I am (1 Cor. xv. 10). In the exercise of His grace He formed the design of saving such outcast ones as the fall has produced. Of that grace He made me a partaker, and I am reconciled, renewed, and restored, simply because that grace was abundant towards Therefore my song is, “ Oh to grace how great a debtor!"

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