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| If you the tich blessings would reap, Composed by the late Dr. HAWKES
They claim your immediate respect WOP TH, a few weeks previous to bis
Will And really you cannot escape, death.
If you this salvasion neglect.
11. In sleep's serene oblivion laid,
This is a salvation so great, I safely pass'd the silent night; No language it's value can paint ; Again I see the breaking shade, It saves from an infernal state,
And drink again the morning light. It makes a vile sinner a saint ! New.boni, I bless my waking hour;
| The terms of the gospel are free Once more, with awe, rejoice to be! To all, without partial respect! My conscious soul resumes its pow'r,
| Come, sinner, tho' wicked as me, ; And springs,my gracious God,tothee! Do not this salvation neglect. Ok guide me through the various maze
11. My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread; |!
The'mis'ries of life, tho' immense, And spread thy shjeld's protecting
The gospel does scarcely esteeing blaze,
From evils surpassing all sense When dangers press around my head.
| Our Jésus came down to redeem.
| So great a salvation as this, A deeper shade will soon impend, 1 Producing so great an effect,
A deeper'sleep my eyes oppress, Exchanging Hell-torments for bliss, Yet shall thy guardian care defend; Who would this salvation neglect ? . Thy goodness still shall deign to bless.
iv. That deeper shade shall fade away, If you this salvation refuse,
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes; The Spirit not always will strive ; Thy light shall give eternal day, Remember the negligent Jews, Thy love, the rapture of the skies.
By Heav'n how neglected they live! Then come, while the greatest of means
| The greatest of ends to effect, LINES TO A PARENT, Entreats you, ere Death intervenes, ON THE DEATH OF AN ONLY INFANT. And you are cut down for neglect. By ibe laie ul. Russel, of Asbe, near
R. J. Basing stoke.
-> orood boobs And is thy lovely shadow fled?
On hearing another Sermon : Yet stop those fruitless tears;
on Joha vi, 37. She from a thousand pangs is freed, You from ten thousand fears.
By Mr. Masos, at Camomile-streeta Though lost, she's lost to earth alone, Above she will be found ;
| What end had the Saviour in view, Amidst the stars, and near the throne,
I To leave his eternal abode ? Which babes like her surround.
| Unless to save sinners like you, Look upwards, and your child you'll see Or why shed his last drop of blood Fix'd in her bless'd abode ;
Then can'st thou his power believe? What Parent would not childless be, Or dost thou his willingness doubt ? To give a child to God!"
Come, if thoá his grace wilt receive, ..)) -> ) )
He' will in no wise cast thee out.. ON HEARING A SERMON
11. From Heb. ii. 1.“ How shall we escape What wou'dst thou the Saviour should if we neglect so great Salvation ?"
do? At Eagle-strect Meeting, by the Rev. There's nothing remains to be done : Mr. MASON, of New York. The fault's not in him, but in you,
Who do his free overtures shun. i
Redemption's already complete, The Gospel invites you to-day
Or what were the Saviour about ! Its glorious salvation to taste; Then come, and for pardon entreat, Come sinner, the summous obey,
He will in no wise cast thee out, The business requireth all haste.
FOR SEPTEMBER, 1802.
MEMOIR OF THE REV. THOMAS BLISS, A.B.
VICAR OF ASHFORD AND YARNSCOMBE, DEVON.
W HILE the Alexanders and Cæsars of the age receive
their honours from shedding the blood of their fellow-creatures, the humble minister of Jesus, who dispenses spiritual and eternal blessings, often moves in a sphere exceedingly contracted; and, beyond that liinited circle, his name is scarcely known.
These observations peculiarly apply to the subject of our present meinoir. The parish of Ashford, to which Mr. Bliss devoted the greater part of his ministerial labours, is one of the smallest in the kingdom; and when laid aside by disease from his public work, and residing with his daughter in Biddeford, during the latter part of his life, pain and debility frequently confined him within the limits' of a chamber.
We lament that our materials, particularly relating to the former part of the life of this truly good man, are so scanty. Our readers, however, will please to accept the information which it is in our power to give.
The Rev. T. Bliss was born in the city of Oxford, in the year 1738, and descended from a respectable fainily of the same place. His father, we understand, held the conspicuous post of astronomical professor in its celebrated university *.
* It may not be amiss to mention a circumstance, which proves, in addition to thousands of others, that the pivot on which the most important events in the lives of thousands turn, is frequently inAuenced by apparently accidental causes. Dr. Bliss, in one of his visits to Blenheim House, was asked by the Duke of Marlborough, if he knew a young man whom he could recommend as tutor to his son? The Professor paused for a moment, and, casting his eyes out of the window, noticed a young Oxonian, who was strolling in the park : “ There (said he, pointing to him) is a young man I can recoinmend to your Grace. He was accordingly introduced into the family, and, by his conduct, só highly pleased the Duke, that he exerted all his influence in raising him from one situation to another, Vou. X. Y y
The son, of whom we are now to speak, experienced the benefit of an early conversion. In the same year of his age that the good king Josias sought after the God of David his father, was young Bliss enabled, by the power of divine grace, to seek after the “ Pearl of great price.” Previously to this, his life was distinguished by nothing but a rooted and pointed aversion to evangelical doctrines. « When I was about sixteen years of age (said he, in a late conversation with him) I heard Mr. Romaine preach a sermon in the city of Oxford, in which he advanced, with great earnestness, most of the principal gospel-doctrines. I was so extremely exasperated at this mode of preaching, that I could have found in my heart to have torn him to pieces. About ten days after (continued he) under a sermon delivered by Dr. Haweis, my views of divine things, my sensations, the objects of my live and hatred, were all totally changed; and I cordially embraced and relished those very doctrines which I before detested and abhorred.”
He has also frequently spoken of the great benefit he derived at this time of his life, from reading the discourses of the excellent Mr. Walker, of Truro.
After leaving the university, we find him for some time in Yorkshire, assisting the apostolic Grimshaw. While he was labouring in these parts, the following very remarkable circumstance occurred, which we have often heard from his own lips, and shall relate without making any comment:
A woman in his parish had, some years before, dreamed that she was one day walking in the fields with her son, and that they both fell into a very deep ditch, from which they found, after the most vigourous efforts, they were ut. terly unable to rise. In this distress they call for help; but called in vain. After remaining in this state for some time, a gentleman, dressed like a clergyman, came towards them, and lifted them out of the ditch.
On informing her friends of her dream, she assured them that his features were so stongly impressed on her mind, that, if she should ever see him, though the period was ever so distant, she should immediately recollect him. Some years after, Mr. Bliss preached in the parish iņ which this woman lived. The instant she entered the church, she recognized, in the stranger, the person of the kind de
till at last he had the satisfaction of seeing him occupy the palace of Lambeth, where he still fills the important post of Archbishap of Canterbury,