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him an opportunity to fall very foul upon such statements; and the best name he appears to give them, even in Job or Paul, is enthusiasm, and in others, "boasting, vaunting, or talking with dogmatical confidence, bombastic vapouring," &c. Really, Messrs. Editors, is this the religion of Christ-that the inspired penmen, when triumphing in the glorious Redeemer, feeling their own personal interest in him, under the solemn teachings and holy unction of God the Holy Ghost, had only arrived to sublime enthusiasm ? What! the blessed Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, "Abba, Father,"-" the Spirit itself bearing witness with our Spirit that we are the children of God" (Rom. viii. 15, 16), at best only sublime enthusiasm in the inspired penmen, and in others, bombastic vapouring? I say, can this be the religion of Christ? No, Messrs. Editors. I feel persuaded that a many of your readers, to the praise and glory of the God of grace, can, under the sweet unctuous teachings of the blessed Spirit, glorify God in and for this blessed truth, that "because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father." (Gal. iv. 6.) And this is not as the reward of their strong faith neither, as Mr. W. taunts no, no; but as the glorious fruit of the Spirit, the blessed shedding abroad of the love of God in their hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto them. (Rom. v. 5.) " Now, he which establisheth us with you in Christ, and hath anointed us, is God, who hath also sealed us, and given the earnest of the Spirit in our hearts." (2 Cor. i. 21, 22); "In whom ye also trusted, after that ye heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation: in whom also after that ye believed, ye were sealed with that Holy Spirit of promise, which is the earnest of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, unto the praise of his glory." (Eph. i. 13, 14.)

The blessed witness of the Spirit with our spirit, and the solemn anointings and sealing of God the Holy Ghost, are truths of such glorious blessedness, that I cannot conceive how any man, with the life and fear of God in his heart, can call them enthusiasm, much less bombastic vapouring. I readily admit that many of God's dear people are not brought into the sweet enjoyment of these truths for themselves, and it becomes the ministers of Christ to encourage their hope, and, as instruments in the hands of the Spirit, endeavour to strengthen their faith in the Lord, by giving a Scriptural definition of the work of God the Holy Ghost in his life-giving and light-communicating power, and the various intimations of his mercy and grace made known in his divine operations in the soul of the quickened sinner, and so encourage them to "wait on the Lord, and to be of good courage, for he will strengthen their hearts." (Ps. xxvii. 14.) But to exhort them to sit down satisfied without the Spirit's witness in their hearts that they are the children of God, would be to make light of the work of the Holy Ghost. Indeed, Messrs. Editors, after I had read once and again Mr. W.'s piece, I was obliged to conclude that we did not hear therein whether there be any Holy Ghost or not; for I cannot observe anything of his work in giving faith, and in drawing that faith into holy act and exercise, either in a greater or lesser degree, in anything he has said. I should be sorry to be censorious; but I greatly fear Mr. W is not in the habit of hearing or feeling much of the glorious work of the Holy Ghost, and a religion without His divine operations is a religion without life or power. As to the "many" Mr. W. has met with who doom the whole human race to damnation except the few who are disposed to adopt their own peculiar strong language, I believe but few, if any, of your correspondents are of that sort. 1 have no doubt Mr. W. may know a few awful characters of the sort, who also deny the eternal

duration of the miseries of the ungodly. I heard one of the sort myself say that nothing short of the full assurance of faith was faith, &c. But what have such awful characters as these to do with the glorious witness of the Spirit in the hearts of God's family? If God has given such up to strong delusions, that they may believe a lie, &c., this does not make the truth of God of none effect. That remains the same, and the awful delusions of others should be a means of leading us to search diligently the word of God, and to cry daily for the glorious witness of the Spirit in our hearts, and that its unctuous power may be daily felt, that our fellowship with the Father, and with the Son, and with the Holy Ghost may be solemnly sweet and daily maintained, As it respects dooming the whole human race to damnation except a few, &c., let Mr. W. remember that there are but the elect and the rest, and that the elect are, in God's own time, born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever. Unless this divine change takes place in our souls, our profession of religion is all vain, and this change is wholly of God, and is accomplished with invincible power: "The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit." (John iii. 8:) The child of God may not, at the time, know what is the matter, nor from whence it cometh; but overcome it he caunot, and in the end he blesseth God that he could not. But wherever this glorious change takes place, the soul will never rest satisfied till, by faith and in feeling, it can say, "My Lord and my God." Yet with some of God's people there are thousands of heart-rending sighs and groans, and deep pantings for God, the living God, before they are experimentally brought into the glorious liberty of the gospel; and they are mostly in some deep water or hot fire, when the Lord is pleased to bring them to the sweet enjoyment of personal interest in himself: " And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people, and they shall say, The Lord is my God." (Zech. xiii. 9.)

If it be the sovereign pleasure of the Lord, may your correspondent Mr. W. be led deeply into the deep things of God, by that glorious Spirit who alone can search them; and may he daily feel that without the teachings of this blessed Spirit he does not know what he should pray for as he ought; and then I think he will not be induced to write another epistle similar to that I have just noticed in this.

Wishing you, Messrs. Editors, your correspondents, and readers, much of the life and power of vital godliness, I remain, yours faithfully, October, 1835.

A LOVER OF ZION.

LETTER FROM A MINISTER TO HIS FLOCK.

To the Church of Christ meeting for the Worship of the most glorious Three-One God, in the Baptist Chapel,

Dearly Beloved,-May grace, mercy, and peace from our covenant God be with you.

Since I saw you in the flesh, and broke the bread of life unto you, I have, to all human appearance, been within a few minutes of my journey's end; but my dear Lord has greatly restored me, and I hope it is for the good of the church, and his own glory.

Dear brethren and sisters, I wish above all things that your souls may prosper, and that you may drink deep into the deep things of God. Soon, very soon, we must bid a final adieu to this world, with all its glare and show, yea, and with all its care and woe too. O for daily intercourse with God the Father, in his eternal, free, sovereign, electing, unchanging, almighty love; and with God the Son, in his eternal, free, betrothing, redeeming, sympathizing, heart-melting, soul-ravishing love; and with God the Holy Ghost, in his eternal, watchful, soul-quickening and enlightening, spirit-reviving, teaching, prayer-enditing, love-communicating, sealing, anointing, confirming, supporting, and gratitude and praise-giving love. May we in very deed have daily communion with this glorious Three-One God, as our own God, and Father, and Husband, and All and in All. Then come what will, all will be well. When my soul sweetly enjoys these glorious things, I am willing to spend and be spent for the good of my dear Lord's family, and his glory, or to be laid by and make room for another, as will most end in the honour of my dear God and Saviour.

My dear Brethren, strive together for the faith of the gospel, and endeavour to keep the unity of the spirit in the bond of peace. Let all selfseeking, self-thinking, and self-acting give place to the well-being of the church and the glory of God. Remember, one is our Master, even Christ, and we are all brethren, bought with the precious blood of the God-Man Mediator, the Lord, our loving Husband and life-giving Head, one family, yea, one body, in him; for by one Spirit are we all baptized into one body, and have been made to drink into one Spirit. God grant we may daily and deeply drink! O the glorious mysteries of God's grace! We are made members of the body, the flesh, and the bones of Christ. (Eph. v. 30.) The Lord the Spirit enable us to put on the whole armour of Christ, that we may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. See Eph. vi. Read the whole. We live in a day of dreadful blasphemy and rebuke, when the glorious sovereignty of God is despised and set at nought, and charged with having a licentious tendency. May it be your happiness so to live as to give the lie to their malignant slanders. "Only let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ, that whether I come and see you, or else be absent, I may hear of your affairs, that ye stand fast in one spirit, with one mind, striving together for the faith of the gospel, nothing terrified by your adversaries, which is to them an evident, token of perdition, but to you of salvation, and that of God." (Phil. i. 27, 28.) May you live in the Lord, and for the Lord, and daily fetch blessings from the Lord, by faith and prayer. Trials you must expecta smooth path long together is not the lot of the family of God, nor would it be for their real good. We are called upon to rejoice, inasmuch as we are made partakers of Christ's sufferings: "If ye be reproached for the name of Christ, happy are ye; for the Spirit of glory and of God resteth upon you." (1 Peter iv. 13, 14.) Remember, Christ suffered from the sins of his people, from the world, from the devil, and from false brethren, and we must expect a share of the same; but God forbid that we should suffer as evil-doers, &c.

The Lord be with you all, and bless you with a spirit of prayer, and much of the enjoyment of his love and presence; and do, my dear brethren, pray for me; and if the Lord bring us together again, may we meet in the Spirit and power of the Lord Jesus Christ, and may our souls be filled with the fulness of God, is the prayer of your loving pastor in the Lord, and for the Lord's sake.

London, Sept. 26, 1835.

A FREED SINNER.

TO THE EDITORS of the gospEL STANDARD. Sirs,-You perhaps have not forgotten a worthless being addressing you, calling his name John. Hoping he has not quite tired you, he has ventured to speak once more, by way of thankfulness to his dear Lord and Master, for what he has done for his soul; for he cannot hold his peace, but would say with the psalmist, "Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will tell you what he has done for my soul.-He has raised me out of the horrible pit, and out of the miry clay, and has put a new song into my mouth, even praise to the God of my salvation.-Ö taste and see that the Lord is gracious: I was brought low, and he helped me."

After I had written to you, Sirs, I continued much cast down in my mind, doubting whether I had any part or lot in the matter; and Satan told me I had been acting the hypocrite, that I had deceived myself, and wanted to deceive you too. Also, in a day or two after, a person began to converse with me about my religion, who told me that God had done his part, and both myself and he, if we would be saved, must do our part too; that he died for all men alike, that he did not wish any of his creatures should go to hell, but that they by their wickedness sent themselves there. This, and a great deal more, did he tell me, which sunk me lower still in my feelings, and despair seemed to be on the throne of my heart. I took up Mr. Huntington's "Love of Christ Always the Same," in the 33d page of the second part of which, he describes a hypocrite. I thought that was me, thus sealing my own destruction. I took up my Bible; when lo! my heavenly Father directed my eyes to Rom. viii. 15: "For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear, but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father." Here was a treasure for a wretch like me! Why, Sirs, were Í to hold my peace, I think the stones in the street would cry shame on me. I cannot, dare not. My dear friends, bear with me a little, and () rejoice with me. I have a Father, and with Thomas I can say, "My Lord, and my God." O what amazing love, what matchless condescension, to redeem me, worthless me, as a brand from the burning! O, dear Sirs, thank God for me, for I cannot thank him enough. I am safe; and I know with Job, that my Redeemer liveth. Well might the apostle cry out, "Who shall separate us from the love of God?" Who indeed! Is he your God? He is mine too, and he will be my guide even unto death. "My soul shall make her boast of the Lord; the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad." O what an unspeakable gift is this, for such a filthy, black, polluted, hell-deserving wretch, to call God, Father! It is a wonder that shall last, and shall be my song, through the countless ages of eternity, O, my brothers, rejoice with me, for you can enter into my feelings. You are the only people that I can approach with confidence. I unbosomed my sorrows to you; I must unbosom my joys also, Were I to tell your members, or even you openly, I fear you would call it presumption; but my heavenly Father knows it is not.

My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away, To everlasting bliss.

EDITORS' REVIEW.

A Letter to the Provost of Worcester College, Oxford, by J. C. Philpot, on Resigning his Fellowship, &c.-Fowler, London; J. Gadsby, Manchester, We had intended commenting somewhat lengthily on this little work, but are compelled to refrain, our pages being already very crowded

Suffice it to say, we look upon it as a master-piece, every letter of which ought to be printed in gold, and placed on the table of every conscientious man in the kingdom.

Clergymen of the Church of England-you especially who profess_to have tasted that the Lord is gracious! READ THIS WORK, and then remain in the Establishment if you can; but, if you can, we envy not your state. What doth it profit you to try to smother your consciences, by snatching up the language of your poor, superannuated oracle, and saying, "If we do leave, to what church would you recommend us-Is there one quite pure?" Search the Scriptures; and if you cannot find one strictly conformable thereunto, tell us, can you find one more at variance therewith, more impure, than the Church of England? We almost think not. Therefore, come out from among them, and give proof that you are on the Lord's side. He'll take care of your families, never fear. Never mind your respectable friends: if they will not follow you, them to the moles, and to the bats." Remember, "The fear of man bringeth a snare; but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe."

POETRY.

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ON THE FIRST PART OF THE WORK OF THE HOLY

SPIRIT.

"That thou mayest say to the prisoners, Go forth," &c.-Isaiah xlix. 9.

Come, Holy Dove, my breast inspire;

Anoint me with thy heavenly grace;

And fill my soul with sacred fire,

That I may sing thy wondrous praise.
Once in the course of sin I ran,

Far from the paths of holiness;

An enemy to God and man;

A wretched sinner, blind and base.
But when my soul her length had gone,
An arrow from thy quiver came,
And pierced the harness I had on,
Filling my heart with grief and shame.

To do my duty then I tried;

But all my toiling made me worse:

In vain my daily task I plied,

For all I earn'd was Moses' curse.

As helpless in the field I lay,
With none to pity or relieve,

The lovely Jesus came that way,

And on me smiled and bade me live.

A ray of hope my bosom cheer'd;
But Satan tempted me amain:
For many days I greatly fear'd

That Christ would never come again.
Prisoner of hope I roar'd aloud;
My prison doors wide open flew:
By faith I saw the Son of God,
And all my vileness came in view.
Not half so glorious is the Sun,

When he ascends the mid-day sky,

As in mine eyes the Saviour shone:

"Fear not," said He, "Thou shalt not die."

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