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"Olney Hymns," the compilation in Hymns," would do well to invest a which Newton introduced his poetic shilling in the purchase ; for which sum effusions to the public, was first pub

the choice little volume may be had of lished in 1779. The number of compo- Mr. Wileman, 34, Bouverie Street, sitions the book contains is 348, of London. which 286 are by Newton, and sixty- The hymn by Newton that has obtwo by Cowper. Of those by Newton, tained greatest favour amorg Christians some thirty-six may be found in the generally is that commencing with various Selections, the first lines of “How sweet the name of Jesus sounds." which are as follows :

Excepting the Wesleyan and another, “ Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.” no Evangelical Selection that we have

met with omits it. Even “Hymns “Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near. “Behold the throne of grace.”.

Ancient and Modern,” which is partly “By faith in Christ I walk with God.”

Ritualistic, partly Evangelical, has it, "Come, my soul, thy suit prepare.”

leaving out the verse“For mercies countless as the sands." “By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, "From Egypt lately freed.”

Although with sin defiled; "From pole to pole let others roam." Satan accuses me in vain, Glorious things of thee are spoken." And I am owned a child.” "He, who on earth as man was known.” “How tedious and tasteless the hours."

Some other Selections, however, make “How sweet the name of Jesus sounds."

the same omission, which is matter of "I am, saith Christ, your glorious

regret; the intercessory work of our Head.”

blessed Lord being of such vast import" I asked the Lord that I might grow."

ance, thankful reference to it in our " In evil long I took delight.”

worship is certainly most appropriate.

“ He ever liveth to make intercession "Jesus, who bought us with His blood.” “Joy is a fruit that will not grow.”.

for them that come to God by Him." "Kindred in Christ, for His dear sake.”

To the real Christian, the true lover of "Let us love, and sing, and wonder.”

his Divine Lord, this hymn is as a “Let worldly minds the world pursue.”

bundle of sweet herbs, redolent of the “Now may the Lord reveal His face.”

Rose of Sharon, of the Tree of Life in "O Lord, how vile am I.”

the midst of the paradise of God. It is "Once a 'sinner near despair.”

all aglow with expressions of love to our “One there is above all others.'

most precious Christ, and admiring “ Poor, weak, and worthless though I

gratitude for the gracious benefits re

ceived from Him. Let us repeat just " Precious Bible, what a treasure." " Rejoice, believer, in the Lord.” “Dear name, the Rock on which I Safely through another week.”

build, "Salvation, what a glorious plan.”

My Shield and Hiding-place, "Sweeter sounds than music knows." My never

failing Treasury, filled no guard nor weapon

With boundless stores of grace." needs."

Quite different in form of expression, “ Though troubles assail." " "Tis a point I long to know.”

but still as truly descriptive, at certain "What think ye of Christ is the test.”

seasons, of the believer's experience, is "When Israel by Divine command.”

the hymn, “'Tis a point I long to know.” "When my prayers are a burden and

Not being adapted for use in singing, task.”

it is less frequently met with in the

Selections than others by the same Most of these are to be met with in author. It is a hymn, however, which three of the four Selections generally weak believers are much attached to, used by our own denomination. Friends, as accurately setting forth the exercises however, not in possession of “ Olney of their own fearing and anxious

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which all believers, whether weak or strong, probably find too truly representative of their state of mind, more or less, at one time or other. The fact that both these hymns were written by the same individual, differing so widely as they do in expression, shows how varied is the state of feeling in which a child of God finds his mind at one time from that which obtains at another. Some of our Wesleyan friends-not pertaining to the class spoken of by Solomon as that “which shall know every man the plague of his own heart”-have sadly contemned this hymn, and spoken of it in a manner too jestingly to be repeated here. Nevertheless, one of the truest signs of real love to Christ our Lord is a humble, sorrowful sense of the smallness of our affection for Him and of our lack of delight in His service, ways, and ordinances, as described so fully and so feelingly in the nine verses of this hymn, including, as it does, an earnest prayer for deliverance from such a state of bondage and barrenness. Although, however, the hymn appears in our Selections, it should never be given out for singing ; the right use to make of it is to lay the lines before the Lord in humble confession and earnest prayer in private. The hymn that stands by its side in “Olney Hymns"--written by Cowper in reply, as is this, to the question, " Lovest thou Me?" the first and last verses of which read thus:-

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profit by such a one, There is a case on record, in a former volume of this magazine, in which a young woman, on her dying bed, referred with much feel. ing to this hymn, as describing her experience, and thereby affording her comfort. (See GOSPEL HERALD for 1857, page 163.)

The hymns, “From pole to pole," “Begone, unbelief," "Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,

," One there is above all others," “ Once a sinner near de. spair,"

," "He, who on earth as man was known,” “Salvation, what a glorious plan," “ For mercies countless as the sands,” “What think ye of Christ is the test,” are all very precious compositions in the estimation of the truly devout, who walk with God by faith in Christ Jesus our Lord. To speak of Newton's hymns as a whole, we may adopt the words of Montgomery, in his introductory essay to the

« Olney Hymns" :-“They are plain, practical, often lively and fervent, sincere effusions of a heart full to overflowing of the love of God, and labouring with indefatigablezeal to promote the Kingdom of Christ upon earth, and, we may add, to help the travellers to Zion on their way thitherward.

The leading events of the life of John Newton are well known, the story having been so repeatedly told. He was born in 1725 and died in 1807 ; began regularly to preach the Gospel in 1764, being then in his thirty-ninth year, and continued preaching until he was past fourscore, and had become nearly blind. We remember conversing with a godly woman, some fifty years ago, who spoke of the pleasure and profit she had experienced in listening to a sermon from Mr. Newton, when he was near the close of his labours, from the words, “Saw ye Him whom my soul loveth ?” A characteristic text, and no doubt a characteristic sermon; the good woman declared she never forgot the blessing she received under it. Šis works, chiefly letters and sermons, make up a thick volume of over 900 pages, closely printed in small type, and contain vast amount of plain, practical teaching ; but it is by his

“Hark, my soul, it is the Lord, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, "Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me ?' “Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love Thee and adore, Oh for grace to love Thee more." -is better adapted for public worship;,

The hymn, O Lord, how vile am I,” is another that is unsuited for the service of praise ; for why should we sing about our vileness? Yet it is not without its use in our books as the lamentation of a new-born soul, that may be read with

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sweet, experimental, Gospel hymns that he is, and will continue to be, best known and most useful to the heavengoing family. The following extracts from his conversational remarks, taken from the memoir by Cecil, contain striking thoughts :

“If an angel were sent to find the most perfect man, he would probably not fir d him composing a body of divinity; but perhaps a cripple in a poor, house, whom the parish wish dead, and humbled before God, with far lower thoughts of himself than others think of him."

“When a Christian goes into the world, because he sees it his call, yet, while he feels it also his cross, it will not hurt him.”

“What some call providential openings are often powerful temptations; the heart, in wandering, cries, Here is a way opened before me;' but, perhaps not to be trodden but rejected.”

“Many have puzzled themselves about the origin of evil : I observe there is evil, and that there is a way to escape it; and with this I begin and end."

“I would not give a straw for that assurance which sin will not damp."

" When we first enter into the Divine life we propose to grow rich ; God's plan is to make us feel poor.”

“The religion of a sinner stands on two pillars-namely, what Christ did for us in His flesh, and what He performs in us by His Spirit. Most errors

arise from an attempt to separate these two." “I measure

ministers by square measure. I have no idea of the size of a table, if you only tell me how long it is ; but if you also say how broad, I can tell its dimensions. So, when you tell me what a man is in the pulpit, you must also tell me what he is out of it, or I shall not know his size."

“Much depends on the way we come into trouble. Paul and Jonah were both in a storm, but in very different circumstances."

The closing scene of Mr. Newton's life is thus described by his biographer :--"The Wednesday before he died, being asked if his mind was comfortable, he replied, 'I am satisfied with the Lord's will.' Mr. Newton seemed sensible to his last hour, but expressed nothing remarkable after this." It appears, his strength had declined in a very gradual way, until it became painful to ask him a question, or to attempt to rouse faculties almost gone. How pleasant the change : to pass from the worn-out tabernacle into The presence of his Lord—a perfect spirit, free from all imperfection, and fitted to dwell in His presence and enjoy the unspeakable bliss of the heavenly home. 6 In the mansions of our King

Sweets abound without a sting,
Thornless there the roses blow;
And the joys unmingled flow.”

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In Remoriam.

WILLIAM GRAYSTON. family; never could he be persuaded WILLIAM GRAYSTON, for upwards of publicly to engage in prayer.

And thirty years a member of the Strict

even at the time of baptism, fear, lest, Baptist church at Laxfield, entered his after all, he was not right, caused him eternal rest February 15th, 1883, aged to walk away from the water ; but his sixty-four. His consistent conduct and hope being strengthened, he entered, upright walk won for him the love and and has proved a brother beloved inesteem of all who knew him. He was deed. Not being ashamed of his Lord amongst the most timid of the Lord's and Master, he threw open his house at

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Heveningham every Sunday evening for some years, for public prayer and reading of the Word. Many look back to the happy seasons they spent under his roof at the mercy seat, though he never could be persuaded to conduct them himself. For this act of opening his house for worship, he suffered persecution at the hands of the parish clergy. man ; but this only made the meetings the sweeter for a season, though at last he was necessitated to give them up, owing principally to the loss of pray. ing brethren by removals. His mortal remains

interred in Laxfield burial-ground on Thursday, February 22nd, in the presence of a large concourse of people. On the following Sunday the chapel was crowded, it was computed that 900 persons were present. The sermon was preached from the words -given with great power, to the writer's mind, at the hour our brother's soul was departing—“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord ; from henceforth," &c. We rejoice to know that the place of his death was the place where his life was hid, and the last day of his life appeared the most happy season he had ever enjoyed—the body at the grave's mouth,

and the soul at the very preciects of heaven. His continual cry throughout that day was Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly.” We cannot but feel his loss, while we rejoice in his eternal gain. Come, behold the Christian dying,

Time fast ebbing out its thread;
Swiftly are the moments flying,

As in death he bows his head.
Listen to that last petition

Ere he gains his glorious home,
On the eve of full fruition-

Come, dear Jesus, quickly come.' " While the cold sweat's stealing o'er him

And the pains of death are keen,
Faith beholds his Lord before him,

Not a cloud doth intervene.
Parting with the loved ones near him,

See! he views the glorious form
Of his Lord, in death to cheer him-

Come, dear Jesus, quickly come.
Lo, He comes ! the looked for Saviour

Hears His prisoner's plaintive prayer ;
Takes him home t' enjoy His favour,

Never more to know a care.
Oh, may we, who mourn his absence,

Onward press to reach that home;
Sing, in death, with faith's assurance,
Come, dear Jesus, quickly come.

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WILDERNESS MERCIES. Lines written after hearing Mr. Hazelton's Sermon on the words," They wandered in the Wilderness,” &c. (See last month's GOSPEL HERALD.) ALL ye that are travelling to Canaan

above, Draw near, and with wonder admire The sovereignly free, unmerited love, Which plucked you as brands from

the fire. 'Tis only the Saviour, who chose us,

knows why He loved us with love so Divine ; As for us to bear such reproaches and

die,
To fit us in glory to shine.

But 'tis His design, while we sojourn

below, A wilderness path we should tread ; But there He oft causes the waters to

flow, And feeds us with heavenly bread. Wandering here in a solitary way,

We find no city to dwell in ; Yet trusting Him wholly we never shall

stray, Nor fall into danger or sin. Although in the wilderness, He has

been there, He knoweth the way that we take; He knows our temptations, and helps

us to bear
Our sorrow and pain for His sake.

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LYRICS FOR THE HEART.

THE VICTORY OF THE CHURCH.

And they overcame him by the blood of the

Lamb."-Rev, xii, 11.

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He often allures us and draws us aside, Then speaks words of comfort and

cheer; Says, You are My lov'd one, My chosen,

My bride, And bids us dismiss all our fear. Oh! may we e'er shelter beneath that

great Rock Which doth in the wilderness stand ; Its shadow entirely covers the flock,

And will till in Canaan we land. There we shall behold, in the midst of

the throne, And through endless ages adore, The Lamb, who on earth for our sins

did atone, And all our iniquities bore.

A MEMBER OF MOUNT ZION. March 12, 1883.

'Tis by the blood which Jesus shed,

His saints, though feeble, victory gain; 'Tis by His truth their faith is fed,

His faithful love their hearts sustain, 'Tis by His strength they shall prevail,

Firm grasped by His Almighty hand; When earth's old pillars reel and fail, Still built on Him, His Church shall

stand. Nor Satan's schemes, nor fiercest ire,

Nor persecution's floods, though deep, Shall e'er put out that living fire,

His love will feed and wisely keep. The love by which He overcame, Stained with His blood the path He

trod; Lives in His saints a heavenly flame,

And upward soars, and tends to God. His covenant love—a mighty cord, Secures that Church which men oft

spurn ; Nor dungeon, fagot, flame, or sword,

Can cut, or make its fibres burn. Vain is the rage and spite of men,

To sever Jesus from His bride; No cruel beast, nor lion's den,

Shall e'er remove her from His side. Cleansed from all sin she must appear,

And spotless see His Father's face ; Triumphant, happy, free from fear,

She shall extol His matchless grace. The weakest saint that ever cried

One feeble, broken, heartfelt prayer “ Beneath Thy cross, O let me hide," Shall live for ever sheltered there.

W. POOLE BALFERN.

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