3. LORD'S DAY Ev. Broad Str. Mr. Clayton; Peter Str. Mr. Pickett ; Palace Str. Mr. Duon

4. Mon. Ev. Missionary Prayer-Meeting, at Mr. Brooksbank's. 5. Tu. M. Broad Str. Mr. Goode, 6. Wed. M. Crown Ct. Mr. Dunn. Paul's Thorn in the Flesh. Ev. Prayer-Meeting for the Nation, at Mr. Buck's.

7. Th. M. Mouthly Meeting (Indep.) at Mr. Wall's, Mr. Barber to preach. - The Obstacles to success in the Religious Education of Children.

Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Burder.-Reflections and Resolutions suited to the Commencement of the Year.

10. LORD'S DAY Ev. Broad Str. Mr.
Hughes; Orange Str. Mr. Town-
send; Peter Str. Mr. Button; Pa-
lace Str. Mr. J. Thomas.
11. Mon. Ev. Prayer Meeting for the
Nation, Surry Chapel.
12. Tu. M. Broad Str. Mr. Ford.

Ev. At Mr. Palmer's, Hackney, Mr.
G. Clayton, for the Deaf and
Dunb Asylum.

13. Wed. M. Crown Crt. Mr. Upton.Perpetuity of the Name of Christ. Ev. Prayer-Meeting for the Nation, at Swallow Street.

14. Th. Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Ford. A grateful Review of Past Mercies. 15. Fri. Ey. Sermon to Young People, by Mr. Wall, at Collier's Rents.

17. LORD'S DAY Ev. Broad Str Mr. Gaffee; Orange Str. Mr. Burder Palace Str. Mr. Cloutt.

19. Tu. M. Broad Str. Mr. Goode. 20. Wed. M. Crown C. Mr. J.Thomas. Sympathy of Christ.

Ev. Prayer-Meeting for the Nation, at Mr. J. Thomas's.

21 Th. Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. J. Clayton. The Uses to be made of the Divine Law,

24. LORD'S DAY Ev. Broad Str. Mr. Dore; Peter Str. Mr. Pharez. 26. Tu. M. Broad Str. Mr. Ford. 27. Wed. M. Crown Crt. Mr. Greig.Encouragements to Prayer.

28. Th. M. Fetter Lane, Mr. Hughes.Views of Guilt contrasted with Views of Mercy.

51. LORD'S DAY Ev. Peter Str. Dr. Rippon; Palace Str. Mr. Winter. MINISTERS SU PLYING AT

Surry Chapel, Mr. R. Hill.
Spa Fields, Mr. Finley.
Sion Chapel, Mr. Spry.

Hoxton, Mr. Hudson, West Bromwich

NEW YEAR'S ODE.

REFLECTION.

It is high time to awake out of sleep.
ROM. xiii. It.

TIME, who admits of no delay,
Hath roll'd another year away,

While mortals heed it not:
Man, careless of his rapid flight,
Bursts into day, and sinks to night,

Forgetting and forgot.

Time swept the ages past along,
And urges still the current strong,

His destin'd space to fill;

Yet man, whose days are short and few,
Resigns the past, begins the new,
As if his time stood still.

Time is to sinful mortals giv'n
To train their spirits up for Heav'n,
In bew immortal birik; —

But, ever to the future blind,
They act as if they hop'd to find
Eternity on earth.

Time as it flies just record hears
Of human follies, crimes, and cares
Before th' Almighty throne:
Yet man presumes with time to play,
And throw confided years away

As if they were his own.
Time shall at length his journey end,
And in their final ruin blend

The earth, and sea, and sky; Yet man beholds his fellows fall, And lives as if he knew they all, Except himself, should die! Time yet our final close refrains, And still a little space remains

To mourn our follies past: With holy zeal and humble fear, May we begin another year

As if it were our last!

Thy judgments around us have spread, And shaken dominions and thrones; The earth has been strew'd with the dead;

The air hast been rent with their groans..

Destruction, and tumult, and war,
Attend on the steps of the foe:
We hear of the rumours from far;
But we have been sav'd from the blow.

The voice of thy warnings spake loud,
But we have been backward to hear;
To put on the sackcloth too proud;
Too haughty to utter a fear.

Unhumbled, we fasted and pray'd,
Unchanged, we talk'd of reform;
With murmurs thy patience repaid,
And laugh'd in the face of the storm.

Still, still from the head to the foot,
Corruption pervadeth the land;
The canker hath reach'd to the root,
And like the dry fig-tree we stand.

Its poison Hypocrisy sheds;
Bold guilt doth thy vengeance provoke ;'
The axe has hung over our heads,
But thou hast suspended the stroke.

Great Being of beings supreme,
The grace of repentance bestow!
And let not thine anger extreme
The glory of Britain lay low!
Ok! now may the season appear
Which Zion is waiting to find!
And give with another new year
A jubilee bless'd to mankind!

ANTICIPATION.

We know that all things work together for good to them thut love God. ROM. viii. 23.

OMNISCIENT God! the rising year
Thou dost at present see;
And all we feel, and all we fear,
Are fully known to Thee!
The future is from man conceal'd,
Or darkly understood;
But thy sweet promise hath reveal'd,
That all shall work for good.
Faith trusts the everlasting word,
And feels its triumph swell,
Assur'd that its all-gracious Lord,
Will finish all things well.

In ages past our fathers found

In Thee a home secure;

And still thou dost thy flock surround,
And art their Refuge sure.
While frenzy'd cruelty and pride
Destruction pours around,
Thou dost upon the whirlwind ride,
And the wild tempest bound.
Amid the thousand ills we know,

Which fearful change portend,
Thy Church still flourishes below,
And will, till time shall end.

Time bears us down with rapid tide, To sink beneath its wave;

But all for whom the Saviour dy'd,

Shall live beyond the grave. The angel soon his trump shall blow, And mould'ring dust restore; Then sin, and fear, and death, and woe, And time shall be no more! ALIQUIS.

ON PSALM LXXX.

FROM Egypt thou hast brought a Vine, Transplanted by thy care divine,

To Canaan's fertile land; For her thy mighty pow'r made room, While Heathen hosts in vain presume

Thy purpose to withstand.

The nations didst thou, Lord, eject,
To introduce this Branch elect,

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The promis'd land to fill:
Deep in the soil she struck her roots,
Widely she spread her verdant shoots,
And cover'd ev'ry hill.

Her boughs, like goodly cedars rise,
While num'rous clusters bless our eyes,
And ripen in the sun : —
Her wide-extending branches gain
Euphrates and the western main :

O'er all the realins they run.

Ah! why is now her hedge broke down? This Vine, this Plant of high renown, Why is she now laid waste?

Her boughs the woodland boar makes bare,

Each savage beast presumes to tear,
And make her his repast.

Return, we pray thee, God of hosts!
And hear thy foes insulting boasts,
And put those boasts to shame!
Look down from Heav'n, behold this
Vine,

This torn, this bleeding Branch of thine, And vindicate thy name!

Visit the vineyard thou didst plant; Once more thy kind protection grant,

And all this woe redress: "Tis burnt with fire, 'tis all cut down, Alas! they perish at thy frown;

But thou again canst bless!

One scion see, one blessed shoot,
Destin'd to spring from Jesse's root,
Both David's Son and thine:
Made by th'indwelling Godhead strong,
He shall th' existing church prolong;
He shall preserve the Vine.

On Him be pleas'd thine hand to lay;
He all our debt immense shall pay;
He shall for sin atone;-
And He shall living sap impart,
And dwell and rule in ev'ry heart

With Him, by faith, made one.

So shall we not go back from thee; ➡
So shall we live, and fruitful be,

And thou the praise shalt have!
O cause thy face on us to shine!
Fill ev'ry soul with joy divine,
And thus completely save!

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THE ORPHAN'S PRAYER. O Thou, the helpless orphan's hope, To whom alone mine eyes look up In each distressing day! Father (for that's the sweetest name That e'er these lips were taught to frame)

Instruct this heart to pray! Low in the dust my parents lie, And no attentive car is nigh

But Thine, to mark my woe; No hand to wipe away my tears, No gentle voice to hush my fears, Remains to me below.

To Heav'n my earthly friends are gone, And thither are my comforts flown,

But I continue here!

Be then my Pattern,-then my Guide!
This friendless heart from sorrow hide,
Reposing on thy care!

If I am spar'd throughout the span
That makes the narrow life of maa,
And reach to hoary age,
Instruct me in thy holy will!
Teach me the duties to fulfil

Of each successive stage!
But if thy wisdom should decree
An early sepulchre for me,

Father, thy will be done!
On thy dear bosom I rely;
And if I live, or if I die,
O leave me not alone!
Blackheath Hill.

W. B. C.