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TAB Ministers who preach the Merchants' Leclure, on Tuesday Mora,
LONDON MISSIONARY PRAYER-MEETINGS, 1809.
BRISTOL MONTHLY LECTURE, 1809. Time, Place.
Preachers. Jan. 10, Tu. Bridge Str. On the Privilege of Adoption. Mr. Page. Feb. 16, Tb. The Pitbay. Historical View of the Incarnation. Mr. Thorp. Mar. 16, Th. Castle Gr. Justification by Faith.
Mr. Lowell, Apr. 12, W. Tabernacle. On Behalf of the Tract Society. Mr. Roberts May 16, Tu. Broadmead. Evidences of Genuine Concern for Tab. Minis.
the Divine Glory.
Nature and Importance of good
UNITED MEETING OF PRAYEC,
to be held in Bristol, 1809.
Nov. 6, Toe Pithay. June 5, Tabernacle. Dec. 4, Castle Green. • Enlarge the place of thy tent, and let the canopy of thy habitation be extended!
• Spare not, – lengthen thy cords, and firmly fix thy stakes : For on the right hand, and on the left, thou shalt burst forth with increase ; • And thy seed shall inhcrit the nations; and they shall inherit the desa.
A little space,
ODE ON THE NEW YEAR.
Nor thus alone thg love appears
To bless ungrateful man;
Thy mercy crowns the plan !
Here, may thy brightest works be Thus measuring out the dates of all,-
And other beings rise !
A PRAYER FOR THE NEW Some dear departed friend.
Wrapp'd in Winter's deepest gloom, In this uncertain state of things,
Burthen'd with a nation's sins, True wisdom consolation brings
Dragging on a nation's doom. from the Eternal's throne !
Sov'reign on thy throne ou high, Time's wide events his counsels plann'd;
Now thy suff'ring children hear! The wheels are guided by his hand,
Lay thy rod of vengeance by! Add roll his praise alone!
Spare us yet Another Year! Lre men their final doom receive, Long has War its thousands slain, - a short reprieve,
Making man his fellow's foe, For penitence is giv'o :
Squand'ring wealth and life in vain,
Break the battle-axe and spear,
Give us now a Peaceful Year !
While Destruction, Woe, and Death, ETERNAS. Being! mighty God !
Far and wide around us roam, Beneath thy sway we bow,
Meagre Want, with wasted breath, Man is on earth a mould'ring clod,
Asks too oft for bread at home!
Upexhausted Source of Good,
Bless the hungry poor with food;
The Author of our race.
Vice and Folly, through the land,
Riot in the face of day;
While the unbelieving band
Spurn thy truth and love away!
God of Pow'r, thy foes reclaim ! The planets as they roll,
Bring thy converts home sincere! The shades of night, the blaze of noon,
Build thy temples, spread thy name! And man's inmortal soul!
Send the great Sabbatic Your! The wat’ry tribes, the fowls of air, Time shall soon his race complete; The beasts which graze the mead,
Nature's wheels shall cease to roll; Thou dost for favour'd man prepare,
So the Judge shall take his seat; And with thy Bounty feed!
Fix the doom of cv'ry soul ! From Winter's frost, from blooming Wheo the axiul trunp shall sovud, Spring,
With thy sheep inay we appear, From Summer's glowing sky,
Welcome to the endless roud Thou dost the stores of hutuwa bries, Of a bless'd Eternal Year! and all our wants supply!
ALIQUIS. rest ;
TO MISS With a Copy of Dr. Young's Sermon; entitled “ The African Stranger. Go, stranger, to the pensive bower Say, Mercy's seast is now prepar'd, Of lov'd Eliza,- wait the hour
By many a dusky stranger shar’d, She seeks to be retir'd alone;
From bonds and torture, all at Unfold thy casket,-shew her there The Christian's wish-the Christian's That Peace presides that Friendship prayer,
flowsCompassion for the Negro's moan! That' Joy in ev'ry hosom glows – Long, long, alas! she's known it true,
And each, in blessing others, blest. The woolly head and sable hue
Now happier moons begin to rise, Have brook'd the hellish brand of And brighter hopes to gem the skies woe
LO ! the sweet smile of Jesus' The rufian's wrong
Salvation spreads her charms divine, The irop scourge's torturing pain- And everlasting glories shine And free-born Nature's bitterest On injur’d Afric's lovest race. throe !
To glad the weary on their way, Say (for her tender soul will joy To lead them to the gates of day, To hear it from a Negro boy,
Is poble aim ! - Angelic theme ! And every heart - chord, gladdeping, Then speed
the glowing chariot's thrill)
wheel, That Britain's genius folds thee round While millions rise for Afric's weal, On Freedom's high and hallow'd For Afric's children's good supreme. ground,
G. With Hospitality's warm veil.
ON A POOR CHRISTIAN WOMAN,
Who recently died of a Cancer.
Printed by G. AULD, Greville Street, Londen.