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who went there from this city, is a pious zealous man, of finl address, and appears to be greatly blessed."
Extract of a Letter from a Young Lady, in Philadelphia, to Diiie Bethune, Esq. New York.
"I had several Extracts from t)r. Pole's work inserted in the "Religious Remembrancer," a weekly paper of our city, and the subject excited universal attention. The Free Masons have taken it up, and, at a General Meeting, it was proposed, and carried unanimously, that several Schools should be established, and held in the Grand Lodge, Chesnut-street! Mr. Thomas Bradford commenced a School in the Jail last Sabbath-day,
Several pious females, friends of mine, propose shortly to commence one in the west end of the city—and thus you see "how great a matter a little fire kindleth." "O come let us sing praises to the Lord; bless the Lord O my soul; and all that is within me praise his Holy name."
I never undertook any thing that afforded such heart-felt joy, our precious little establishment goes oil delightfully. The first member was a pious soul, 52 years of age; she comes with her spectacles on, and seems as if she would devour the book. She never fails giving us a blessing, and assures us she has long been praying that the Lord would open some way, that she might learn to read the Bible; she looks at your little book with delight, and often says, "O this blessed book—I know I shall learn to read in this book,'' I feel as if her prayers were as good as a host. We have eleven scholars, two added mostly of an evening, and after the first lessen, they advance wonderfully. O what encouragement for prayer is this; "Open thy mouth wide and I will fill it * saith the Lord.
There is no doubt that all the different Lodges belonging to the fraternity will take up this subject, and it will extend over the whole Union; one of the officers gave me this information. Great exertions have been made for the relief of the body; but O the soul, that never dies, that any thing should be done for that, is transporting. "That the soul be without knowledge is not good." Our city exhibits a more favourable aspect than heretofore, as it respects morality and religion. The committees that were engaged in collecting and distributing to the poor, are now making exertions to suppress the vice of intemperance, which they have discovered is the chief cause of their misery.
Our churches are better attended and vital piety is progressing. Mr. Broadhead is blessed abundantly in his labours; and Mr. J. and Mr. Skinner have had many seals to their ministry. Mr. Patterson has from twenty to thirty at his conferences; but Mr. Birch informed me on Sabbath-day, that he had fifty, and thirty he bad reason to believe were within the ark of safety, and he said he did not think he had one careless hearer; he has about a thousand regularly attending his ministrations.
Fein M the Adult Schools in Bristol, and other TlaodU (From Dr. Pole's History of Adult Schools.)
Lord 1 are there eyes fhat see the sun,
And gaze with joy on Nature's face,
Thy glorious Godhead never trace?
Lord* are there eyes, to which thy Book
No hidden mystery reveals?
Lion of Judah! break the seals.*
There, with new light, may they heboid
Thy counsels, since the world began. Like morning's gradual beams, unfold
The wonders of thy love to man.
For whom, a rebel from his 'birth,
Thine only Son, Thou didst not spare,
The Lord from heaven came down to earth.
Thus while instruction they receive,
Thy Spirit's inward light impart^ Till trembling penitents believe,
And Mercy heals the broken heart,
Not eyes alone shall then rejoice
In the rich comforts of thy word. Deaf ears shall hearken to thy voice,
And bless the day its sound was heard.
Tongues, that were wont to pledge thy -nan*
Thy free salvation to proclaim,
Bosoms, by cruel fiends possest.
Dark dungeons of in-dwelling sin, Are temples with thy presence blest,
AII glorious -like the ark, within.
* Rev. v. 5.
Though Earth no lov«lier prospects shew
Than Children walking in thy ways; And heaven no sweeter music know
Than infant voices joined in praise:—
Though such, secur'd from early vice,
Yet will the tears of transport swell.
Our spirit's pure affection burn. When aged sinners, warn'd of Hell,
Though late, and slow, to God return.
Humbly they take the lowest seat,
Matrons and hoary-headed men Are learners at the Saviour's feet.
Are little children once again.
Lord! we commit them to thine hands;
To thee their new-born hopes aspire;
Pluck'd out of everlasting fire!
HYMN FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN.
OH! thou who art the God of truth,
Appear before thy throne;
To us thy love make known.
May we be objects of thy care,
To taste thy love divine:
And value ev'ry line.
Then shall we love to live to thee,
While we on earth may dwell;
Who saves from sin and hell.
Grant that our teachers nay receive
For all their care and love;
To reign with Thee above.
Then may we meet with joy supreme.
Which angels tongues employ;
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHERS' ENCOURAGEMENT
HEAVEN and earth, and all creation.
Shall adore Immanuels name;
Spread the great Redeemer's fame.
Babes and hoary Sires shall render
Homage at our Saviours feet;
And the Prince of Glory greet.
Thou, O Lord, our hopes elatest,
For thy promises have shown;
Shall our Saviours name be known;
.On thy faithfulness relying.
We would teach the youthful race,
Claim the blessings of thy grace.
May our hearts and bands uniting,
join with zeal in our employ; Id this work of love delighting,
May we sec our crown of joy.
HYMN FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN.
WHEN Jesus left his Father's throne.
He chose an humble birth;
He dwelt upon the earth.
Like Him, may we be found, below,
In Wisdom's paths of Peace;
As years and strength increase.
Jesus passed by the rich and great,
For men of low degree;
For poor, like them, was He,.
Sweet were his words and kind his Took,
Their infants in his arms he took,
Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath his watchful eye,
May we tor ever lie.
XJJl>en Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;
Their garments on the ground..
Ilosanua, our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our King;
The stones tlieraselves would sing.
For we have learn'd to love His name;
That name divinely sweet,
And our last breath repeat.