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where can we, as guilty transgressors, fix our hope of obtaining pardon and salvation? Remove the doctrine of atonement from the view of a sinner, who is awakened to a sense of his guilt and demerit, and the scene that opens into eternity is cheerless and terrifying, and his remediless ruin appears to be inevitable."
Having thus given a faint representation of the excellencies of these discourses, we are not disposed to glance with invidiousness at the defects which might be enumerated.
Missionary Journal of the Rev. Joseph Wolff, Missionary to the Jews: comprising his Second Visit to Palestine and Syria, in the years 1823 and 1824. Duncan, Seeley, and Co.
In the volume before us the religious world is presented with a lengthened statement of the journeyings and labours of Mr. Wolff, for the conversion of the scattered tribes of Israel. It is of a most interesting character throughout, and supplies a lucid description of the continued perverseness of that devoted people, whom God hath given up to a rejection of the truth as it is in Christ, and who still despise Him concerning whom their own prophets spake, by the Holy Ghost given unto them. It also developes the singular qualifications and peculiar habits of the enterprising man who entered almost single-handed on the vast undertaking. No one, who is honest in his concern for the true interests of Zion, can read the volume without intense interest. But we must not behold the expression of our belief, that those who look for the speedy restoration of the Jews will peruse it with mingled emotions of disappointment and grief. If ' the cup of hope' be not thereby 'dashed from the lip,'■ it can yield but a sparing and unrefreshing draught.
We are justified in anticipating that positive, certain, and extensive advantages, will accrue from a free circulation of the holy volume. "My word shall not return unto me void." Consequently we rejoice, with the society under whose auspices this learned Missionary labours, that " the word of the Lord," by his individual exertions, has free course, runs, and shall be glorified. Wherever 'the thorn' gives place to the * fir tree,' and 'the myrtle' supplies the situation of' the brier,' there we are assured the wilderness will blossom, and the solitary place send forth the fragrance of a well-cultured garden: the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley will adorn and perfume the desart, and every plant of the great Husbandman's right-hand planting shall be fat and flourishing, and bring forth much fruit. Yet, from Mr. Wolff's personarministrations, forming■our judgment by numerous intimations in the journal, we cannot augur the benefits many are disposed to anticipate. His conversations with learned rabbies, and others, which are related in some instances at considerable length, are replete with interest, but partake little of the savour of the knowledge of the name of Christ. The extent of his acquaintance with judaical history is displayed in a variety of erudite and profound reasonings, whose effect is considerably reduced by so sparingly introducing that knowledge which alone maketh wise unto salvation. While the glowing ardour evinced in encountering the stubborn prejudices of those unbelievers meets with a favourable return, in Mr. Wolff's estimation, we can descry therein little less than the revival of the ancient scoffer's interrogation, "where is the promise of his coming?" When their attention is directed to the prophecies referring to the advent of Christ, one universal sentiment seems to prevail, that their deliverer will be one who shall redeem them merely from literal captivity, and reinstate them in their lost national privileges.
The highly respectable editor has given a well-drawn portrait of Mr. Wolff's character as a missionary, from the pen of Mr. Way, a fellow-labourer for a short period, who returned to England on account of ill health.
"He is so extraordinary a creature, there is no calculating a priori concerning his motions. He appears to me to be a comet without any perihelion, and capable of setting a whole system on fire. When I should have addressed him in Syria, I heard of him at Malta, and when I supposed he was gone to England, he was riding like a ruling angel in the whirlwinds of Antioch, or standing unappalled among the crumbling towers of Aleppo. A man who at Rome calls the Pope ' the dust of the earth,' and tells the Jews at Jerusalem, that' -the Gemara is a lie;' who passes his days in disputation, and his nights in digging the Talmud, to whom a floor of brick, is a feather bed, and a box, a bolster; who makes or finds a friend alike in the persecutor of his former or present faith; who can conciliate a pacha, or confute a patriarch; who travels without a guide, speaks without an interpreter, can live without food, and pay without money—forgiving all the insults he meets with, and forgetting all the flattery he receives; who knows little of worldly conduct, and yet accommodates himself to all men, without giving offence to any; such a man (and such and more is Wolff) must excite no ordinary degree of attention in a country, and among a people, whose monotony of manners and habits has remained undisturbed for centuries."
The greatest pleasure we have had in going through the volume, was derived from reading an address delivered to several Spanish and Polish Rabbies, p. 49, 50. and a Letter written to the Admiral of the Pasha Muhammed Ali's feet, p. 145—6. We are compelled to relinquish the intention of extracting them.
The Cottage Commentator on the Holy Scriptures: including explanatory remarks and serious reflection on the contents of the Sacred Volume, See. and embracing the substance of mucli valuable matter contained in Henry, Gill, Doddridge, Scott, and other popular and voluminous Commentators. No. I, By Ingram
■ Cobbin, A. M. Author of " the French Preacher," "the Child's Commentator," Sfc. Palmer.
From the contents of the first number we are induced to believe that the author will supply a valuable addition to the extensive stock of theology, accessible to the poor, and commensurate with the capacities of the rising generation. Its introduction combines with •the power of utterance,' much of that simplicity which firm a peculiar trait in the inspired writings, and which has given place, with many, to a high wrought, turgid style, incomprehensible to the vulgar, and too luxuriant for the refined.
Mr. Cobbin «« hopes never to forget that Christ is the centre of the whole system of sacred truth, the sun that gives light and glory to all its parts." Of this we are sure: if in the prosecution of the work that ' hope' is with godly sincerity exercised, the heavenly beams from the Sun of righteousness, as they converge towards their true centre, will assuredly shed light and glory on his own soul, and cheer and bless the readers of " the Cottage Commentator."
Ears of Wheat: or Sunday Evening Occupation. By the Author of" the Stable tard Gallery." Seeley & Co.
The compiler of this excellent and useful manual deserves well of such as are engaged in the study of the scriptures, and especially of those for whose benefit it is chiefly designed.
"The plan is intended to afford an engagement in Christian families, during a season in which it has frequently been found difficult to combine pleasurable feeling with religious improvement.
"The evening of a Sunday is frequently dull and wearisome to young persons, from the cessation of pursuits which had occupied their attention during the former part of the day: instead of being regarded as a consecrated opportunity for advancing in the knowledge of Him, "whom to know is life eternal," it is too often associated with feelings of painful self-denial, weariness, and restraint."
"It seems therefore expedient to adopt some measure, which shall interest without fatigue; which is calculated to impress upon the understanding the ideas which have already been received into the memory, by suitable exercise, rather than attempt to increase them by laborious effort—to survey the treasures which have been accumulated, and ascertain their value, in reference to individual necessity, rather than to direct the attention to an augmentation of that treasure."
Each section is commenced with an appropriate collect; the subjects are introduced with brevity; and the elucidation is given in the words of inspiration alone. Though small, a considerable degree of labour must have been bestowed on the volume, which is also enlivened by several explanatory notes. It is not a work that will admit of quotation, and we need only add in its praise, and in allusion to its significant title:—here are distributed large handfuls of good corn, without the admixture of any other grain.
THE SOUL PANTING FOR CHRIST. The 42nd Psalm paraphrased.
As pants the heart with languid look After the cooling water brook,
So pants my soul.for God: Before him when shall I appear? I long to stand for ever near,
In paths by angels trod.
Thro' all the day, and all the night, I've had no pleasure nor delight,
My tears I've liv'd upon; Where is thy God, the people saith, The God in whom is all your faith,
Hath he for ever gone?
My soul pours out herself in me, When thought lights on my vanity;
For with the multitude, Up to the temple of the Lord With praise and joy in every word,
I follow'd in their mood.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Why art thou not at my controul?
Why art thou not at peace? Still in Jehovah rest thine hope, He will not let thee ever droop—
My praises shall not cease.
July 15, 1827.
As o'er me roll thy wrathful waves, Nor mercy helps, nor power saves,
Deep calleth unto deep; Mild peace no longer rules my breast, Sweet thought, and every joyful guest
Away thy billows sweep.
Still, still Jehovah will command, From his all-giving bounteous hand,
His song throughout the night; And loving-kindness thro' the day,— A love that fadeth not away,
A love of unknown height.
Yet louder could not be my groans, Had I a sword within my bones;
Nor greater be my pang Than now, when my oppressors say. Where is the God to whom you pray,
The God to whom you sang?
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Why art thou not at my controul?
Why art thou not at peace? Still in Jehovah rest thine hope, He will not ever let thee droop,—
Let not thy praises cease.
Rejoice, ye ransom'd sons of men,
Tho' here confin'd a3 in a den,
Though trials prick you as a thorn,
Be not cast down, be not forlorn, Rejoice both now and evermore.
The Lord, is good to those he loves, Is ever mindful of his sons:
When birds of prey molest his doves, To their relief he ever runs.
Rejoice in his unchanging name, Who ever does his people good;
Sing praises, spread his worthy fame, Who makes his flesh your richest food.
Rejoice, tho' men of spite arise,
Let Jesu's glory fill your eyes,
'And you your weakness greatly feci,
Tho' lost and rnin'd to a man,
If you cannot rejoice—who can?
If blackest sins appear in view,
Has canccll'd those of darkest hue,
Not one is left to cause a spot,
They're done away and quite forgot,
LONGING FOR GLORY.
1 Father, I will that tkty also whom thou hast given me be with me where I am, that they may behold my glory."—John xvii. 24.
Dear Jesus, my Lord and my God,
Thy mercies 'tis sweet to review;
My Guide and my Comforter too:
And soon shall its boundary see;
With thee I for ever shall be.
In thee is my hope and my trust;
And moulder with others to dust,
From all it3 incumbrances free,
Who hath saved a sinner like me.
From this valley of tears to remove,
And eternally sing of thy love:
As a captive that pants to be free;
Thy glory resplendant to see.
Yes, there I shall surely appear,
To swell with hosannas the song
Compose the enraptured throng.
When thy chariot at last I shall see,
And bring me for ever to thee.
WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF A DEPARTED SISTER IN THE . FAITH.
Sleep, sister, sleep in Jesus' arms,
Here thou wast troubled, tempted,
In sickness oft, and conflicts long,
At length the happy moment came,
Thy ransom'd spirit soar'd on high,
There on the mount of love repos'd,