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THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB. It is because " the life of all flesh is in the blood," that we find redemption so constantly set before us in the word of God in connexion with blood. Death is the necessary consequence of sin. Death must be met: life must be forfeited; blood must be shed, ere justice could be satisfied, wrath appeased, and sin put away. Hence it is written, "Without shedding of blood is no remission;" that is, redemption could only be accomplished by means of death, sin could only be forgiven by its being judged, and condemned. God has no other way of dealing with sin but by death. Those who are in Christ have already met it in Christ their Surety; those who are without Christ must meet it in themselves. It is this which gives such value to the Cross of Jesus to our souls; it speaks to us of death being met for us in the person of the Son of God. It exalts the justice of God, and it proclaims the forgiveness of all our sins —the Just died for the unjust to bring us to God—He died for our sins to bring us to God. It is the Lord's death that so completely puts away sin, and so entirely frees the sinner that believes in Jesus. Nothing less than the death of the Lord Jesus could have saved His people from their sins; "for it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul."
The carnal mind is ever ready to suggest some other way of acceptance with God. It was so with Cain. He brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the Lord. But unto Cain and his offering the Lord had not respect. It was not the surrender of a life. It was not acknowledging the just sentence of God, " that the wages of sin is death." When, however, Abel offered the firstlings of the flock, and the fat thereof, it was "a more excellent sacrifice than Cain's, by which he obtained witness that he was righteous."
We see also, that when the people of Israel were delivered from Egypt, their security was alone in the blood of the Lamb. By death only could they be delivered. The lamb was killed, and the blood sprinkled upon the lintels and door-posts of their houses, and all within the house were perfectly safe. When judgment and death reigned in every other house in Egypt, they escaped. Jehovah said, "When I see the blood, I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite
the land of Egypt." (Ex. xii. 13.) The death due to them had fallen upon the innocent lamb, hence their blessing, and entire freedom from death and judgment.
YOUR SINS. Our Lord Jesus said, "If ye believe not that I am He, ye shall die in your sins; and whither I go ye cannot come." (John viii. 21-24.) Dear reader! What an awful thing it would be for you to die in your sins — to come before the bar of God in your sins — to have the wrath of God abiding on you for ever, because of your sins. Now God will pardon your sins, if you believe in Jesus crucified, risen, and exalted at God's right hand; for "to Him give all the prophets witness, that through His name whosoever believeth in Him shall receive remission of sins." (Acts x. 43.) » j
Happy indeed, eternally happy your lot, dear reader, if you believe in Jesus. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." But only think of the eternal misery that awaits you, if you die in your sins. "Whither I go," said Christ, "ye cannot come"—shut out for ever from the Redeemer and the redeemed, and banished from the presence of God; and shut in for ever with the devil and his angels, in outer darkness, where there is weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Reader, I beseech you solemnly to consider these eternal realities!
"Behold, He cometh with cloud*; end every eye shall see Him, and they also which pierced Him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of Him. Even so, Amen."— Bev.). 7.
Cry loudly, 'tis an evil world,
All sunk in sloth and ease;
And death is on the breeze.
Cry loudly, 'tis a busy world,
Thy voice will scarce be heard
That drown each holy word.
Cry loudly, conscience lies asleep,
And sleeping on must die;
Cry loudly, louder cry.
Cry loudly, on unwilling ears
The voice of warning breaks;
Save what the soul awakes.
Cry loudly, to a heedless world;
A little more, they say,
'Twill then be time to pray.
Cry loudly to the blinded slave,
Bent to his god of gold;
For which his heaven is sold.
loudly through the wilderness,
Cry louder, louder, ere the doom,
That dread trump rings around;
ANOTHER TRIUMPH OF GRACE.
Fanny D , when young, had had
some serious impressions, but they soon wore off, so that for many years past she seemed careless and indifferent to the things of God. Very rarely was she known to go anywhere to hear the gospel. God, however, had a purpose of blessing towards her, and, though at the eleventh hour, He found in her a sinner on whom He could display His sovereign grace, and magnify the redemption-work of Christ, by the Holy Spirit bringing her nigh unto Himself, through the blood of the Lamb.
Toward the end of November, 1858, she passed through her second confinement, and appeared for some days after as well as is usually the case. One day, however, she became seriously ill, and considerable fear as to her recovery w'as entertained by those around her. One of her friends proposed sending for a minister to come and talk with her about spiritual matters, but this she declined, saying she would rather see her brotherin-law, who is a working-man, but well known to many as a decided follower of the Lord Jesus. He was accordingly sent for, but not being at home, and not expected to return from his labour till the evening, his wife, who is also a true Christian, went to see her. When she entered the room, she found friends weeping around her bed, and she was evidently suffering much pain. She said, "I've a guilty conscience;" to which her sister-in-law replied, "Shall I read you some of the words of the Lord Jesus Christ?" and finding it would be agreeable- to her, she read part of the 3rd and 6th chapters of John's Gospel, and particularly called her attention to this verse, "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life; and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him." She then lifted up her hands, exclaiming, "Lord, teach me how to pray! I want to see Jesus! O that I could only have a glimpse of Jesus! The agonies of pain I feel are great; but that would be little, if I only knew that Jesus would save me."
Her sister-in-law read—
"Jesus can make a dying bed
"Yes," said she, "I feel that, if I could but believe in Jesus."
In the evening her brother-in-law returned from his work, and was soon at her bedside, when she said to him, "Oh, I'm dark in my soul; I'm a poor, vile sinner; I want to make my peace with God; I've been trying to do all I can, but I find I can do nothing."
"Dear Fanny," said he, "the Lord Jesus has made peace with God for all poor sinners that believe in His name." [She seemed so thoroughly convicted of her sinful state, that she was most eager to receive what she felt she so much needed.] "Christ," continued he, "has done everything to save. Faith in Him is the only way. Ask, and you shall receive."
She then exclaimed many times, "0 Lord Jesus! look down in mercy upon a poor, dying, sinful worm!" Her brotherin-law said, " Fanny, I believe that God has put that cry into your heart, and He will answer it. 'He will fulfil the desire of them that fear Him; He also will hear their cry, and will save them.' Be assured, Fanny, that the blood of Jesus was shed for sinners; He laid down His life for sinners. Jesus died for such as you feel yourself to be." She now seemed able to receive Christ as her salvation, and peace and joy flowed into her soul. Soon after this she exclaimed, "Praise my Jesus!" and repeated it several times. She wished her brotherin-law to pray, in which she joined with much earnestness, saying, "Jesus!" and "Amen!" many times.
Her brother-in-law was now obliged to leave her. She was very anxious to see him again, and he repeated his visits daily, as often as he could.
She delighted to hear passages of Scripture—which she was told were the precious words of Jesus—such as "Whoso cometh to me, I will in no wise cast out," and other similar portions. Her continual cry was, "Dear Lord Jesus, look down in mercy upon a poor, weak, sinful, dying worm!" She said to her brother-in-law, "Don't think I ain saying this because I think I shall die; but if the Lord were pleased to spare me, I should desire to live to Him, and not to live as I have. I see that the world and every thing in it is dross." She said also to her brother and sisters, and all around her, "Don't put off repentance to a dying bed;" and on her brother leaving, she added, "Prepare to meet thy God. I can give up my dear children; for the Lord I know will provide for them." To her husband she said, "You have been to me every thing I could wish. Prepare to meet me, and bring up the dear children as they ought to be brought up.
She was now filled with praise to Jesus.
She spoke of the Lamb that was slain, and frequently uttered, with a bright countenance, "Praise my Jesus!" She again asked her brother-in-law to pray with her, and her voice was heard uttering prayer to Jesus, as loud as she could speak, which was very clear, considering her bodily weakness. The doctor requested her to be kept very quiet, to try if she could get a little sleep; and a friend said to her, "Do try to sleep a little." To which she replied, "What! sleep? I shall sleep no more in this world; time is too precious to me to sleep." She evidently knew that her time here was short; and on asking for a verse or two of a hymn to be repeated to her, some one read,
"There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
Wash'd all my sins away."
She repeated these lines with great earnestness. The second verse gave her much joy; she repeated it many times. She again addressed the weeping friends around her, saying, "Don't cry for me, but weep for yourselves." She spoke of Calvary, and the wounded hands and side of Jesus, several times; and she looked as if talking with Jesus, and said, "I shall see thy precious face !" and "Praise my Jesus! Praise the Lord!" were repeated by her, as fast as she could give utterance to the expressions.
She was affectionately asked to try to compose herself, and not to talk so much; to which she replied with much complacency, and her soul evidently filled with joy, "While I live, my soul shall be heard in praise to my Jesus, and when my voice is silent in death, I '11 praise my Jesus through all eternity." She was asked if she would like to learn the new song which the redeemed sing in glory; when she said, "What is that?" and being told it was "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain, who hath redeemed us to God by His blood," she repeated it with much delight. The last verses of the seventh chapter of the Revelation were read to her, which she said were beautiful. She again asked that prayer might be offered up, which she joined in very fervently; and on her requesting to hear some verses of a hymn, "Rock of Ages! cleft for me," was read, which she repeated, word by word, as she heard, with much joy, and especially that verse,
"Nothing in my hands I bring,
She said repeatedly, "I will wait thy time, till thou art pleased to take me." She was often in communion with her precious Jesus, and said several times, "I have caused thee much pain—much grief." She again asked for prayer.
She now took hold of her brother-inlaw's hand, which she frequently did, pressing it tight, and looking in his face, said, "I cannot find words to tell you what I feel; but, clasping her hands together, she exclaimed, "This is happiness!" This was near midnight. She continued uninterruptedly to praise Jesus; and when her voice failed, her lips continued to move, as if trying to utter the same strain till about half - past two, when she fell asleep.
This is another addition to the multitude of other testimonies to the fact, that the Gospel of Jesus is still the power of God unto SALVATION, to every one that believeth.
JESUS BOTH LORD AND CHRIST. How rapidly is this poor world drawing to its fearful end! How quickly time flies! How soon Jesus, the rightful Lord of all, will come in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory! The fashion of this world doth, indeed, swiftly pass away. Notwithstanding the constant cries of peace and safety, sudden destruction will soon come upon it. Just before Jesus was crucified, He said, "Now is the judgment of this world, now shall the Prince of this world be cast out." And Jesus will come to judge the world in righteousness, and bruise Satan under His feet. Satan may tempt and deceive the unwary a little longer, by his boast that all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them are his; but he knows that he hath but a short time. The world may still flatter itself with self-complacency, but has it not crucified the Lord of glory? It may still have its lords many, and gods many; but soon it will be seen, that Jesus risen from the dead, and glorified at God's right hand, is made both LORD and Christ. Yes; all power is given unto Him. All judgment is committed unto Him. He is Lord of all. All principalities and powers will soon be in manifest subjection to Him, for "He humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross; wherefore God also hath highly exalted Him, and given Him a name which is above every name: that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." (Phil. ii. 8-11.) Jesus is now seated at the right hand of the Majesty on high, having saved His people from their sins by His own blood, and He is henceforth expecting till His enemies be made His footstool; for He must reign till He hath put all enemies under His feet. Yet a little while, and "the LORD Jesus shall be revealed from heaven, with His mighty angels, in flaming fire taking vengeance on them that know not God, and that obey not the Gospel of our LORD Jesus Christ; who shall be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord, and from the glory of His power."
Soon the earth-rejected Jesus will come forth crowned with many crowns, clothed with a vesture dipped in blood, no longer speaking of pardon and peace to the vilest sinner as He now does, but to make war, and judge in righteousness. And will the world be glad to see Him? Oh, no! all the kindreds of the earth will wail because of Him; all the tribes of the earth shall mourn; and they shall see the Son of Man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And what will worldlings do then! Both rich and poor will hide themselves in the dens, and in the rocks, of the mountains; and will say to the mountains and the rocks, "Fall on us, and hide us from the face of Him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of His wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand ?" (Rev. vi. 12-17.) And will any of them escape? No! "For when they shall say peace and safety, then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child, and they shall not escape."
Reader! the coming of the Lord drnweth nigh ! Will you still go on in the broad road that leadeth to destruction? Note, if you turn to Jesus, He will be your Saviour; then, He must judge and condemn every impenitent sinner. Now, He saves the lost; then, He must take vengeance. Now is the accepted time; then, is the day of wrath. To-day He bids 3'on hear His pardoning voice,' to-morrow it may be too late.
A WORKING-MAN'S JOURNAL OF A VOYAGE
FROM PLYMOUTH TO QUEBKC. [the following interesting Journal was written by a hard-working mechanic, who left England to seek more remunerative employment in America, because he was unable to meet honestly, as became a Christian, the temporal necessities of a large family. For some time he was prayerfully exercised before the Lord, as to the course he should adopt, and at length he decided on emigrating to Canada. He had the prayers and sympathy of many Christians in England, and he kindly sent them this Journal on his arival, without any thought, we believe, of its being published. We insert it, not only because of the interesting particulars it contains, but to show how useful a Christian working man may be on board an emigrant ship, if his heart is set on serving the Lord.]
On Thursday afternoon, at four o'clock, April 16th, 1857, we sailed from Plymouth. It was very stormy all the night, aud on the Friday all the passengers were sick.
Saturday. Sea-sickness still prevailing; our family, except Phebe, better. My beloved wife was the first female on board to bestir herself, after sea-sickness came on, but not without difficulty. Truly I may say, that the Lord has given me a help-meet.
Sunday, 19th. In the morning I gave tracts to the passengers, and conversed with some of them. In the afternoon the captain gave me permission to preach. Very good order. Many wept.
Monday, 20th. Very fine weather. Enoch still suffering from sea-sickness. He said, "Why did you come, Mamma? I wish we were home with Mrs. F ."
Tuesday. Sea running high. Wind contrary. The doctor said he had seen many emigrant ships, but never saw the passengers so well-behaved; he thought there were some well ordered families on board.
Wednesday, 22nd. The captain altered our course. Weather fine, hut sea rolling high.
Thursday, 23rd. About noon the top of the main and the top of the niizzen mast broke away. Wind contrary. Very rough night.
Friday, 24th. Still rough. Much is said about the vessel, it being superior to many; but my hope is in God, the preserver of all, but especially of them that believe.
Saturday, 2oth. Weather stormy and wet. I learnt to-day that there are fifteen infants on board, under 12 months old — our dear Rhoda is the youngest; she is three mouths old. We have on board people of all ages — from three months to 72 years old.
Lord's-day, 26th. In the morning it was discovered that a child, that slept in a berth adjoining our children, had the measles. I felt tried about it at first, fearing our children might be ill when we arrived at Quebec, and hinder our landing. 0 Lord, give me grace to cast myself and my all upon thee! In the afternoon we had a crowded meeting; I read the 28th Psalm, and spoke. Mr. • P also addressed the meeting.
In the evening a young woman came with tears, requesting me to see her mother, whom she thought was dying. She is about 60 — has been sick all the time we have, been at sea; but, I trust, she is a believer.
Monday, 27th. We are now in a dead calm, not a ripple upon the water. I never thought to see the great Western Ocean so calm. I have seen Mrs. T—— again this morning; she is a little better, and her soul in peace. The top of the mizzen-mast was put up to-day, but the main-mast cannot be repaired until we come to Quebec.
Tuesday, 28th. This morning a good breeze sprung up. Rhoda very unwell—has a trying cough.
Wednesday, 29th. Fair wiud for the first time since we left. This evening we met for prayer. Mr. F and others prayed.
Thursday, 30th. Wind still in favour; we are going eight miles an hour.
Friday, May 1st. A little boy, six months old, died of inflammation of the lungs, twenty minutes after seven o'clock in the morning. The child's parents belong to our mess. Another child taken ill in the measles, of the same family
where it was first discovered. They are all removed to the hospital. This evening the dear child that died was committed to the deep. To witness the remains of the dear child cast into the great deep, and the grief of the mother, were truly distressing. I have this week thought much on the first verses of the 51st Psalm—"The multitude of thy tender mercies."
Saturday, 2nd. The wind boisterous, and sea running high. The mother of the dear child that died is a little relieved by nursing our dear Rhoda: her grief is still great.
Sunday, 3rd. We have been sailing 10 miles an hour during the night. Our time is now 2J hours Liter than in England. This afternoon I preached. Good attendance and order. The cabin passengers attended the meeting. This is the third Lord's-day at sea. How sweet to prove the truth, "I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."
Monday, 4th. This afternoon, and all night, the wind aud sea rose high. The rolling of the vessel still affects my head.
Tuesday, 5th. It is said that some cod fish were seen this morning. I suppose we are drawing near the banks of Newfoundland. The Lord be pra ised!
Wednesday, 6th. We are now on the banks of Newfoundland; it is hoped we shall be at Quebec in about a fortnight. This evening we met again for prayer. Many attended. Mr. F——- prayed, and read the 34th Psalm.
Thursday, 7th. We have been three weeks at sea. As yet we have had no rough weather, or not enough to give the least alarm. The Lord has gently brought us thus far. Help us to praise thee for thy goodness, and for thy wonderful works; still give us quietness, and bring us to our desired haven!
Friday, 8th. Enoch is unwell — it may be measles. Father, help us to say, Thy will be done! The captain sounded, and founded it fifty fathoms of water. Four icebergs were seen today. It is supposed that we are at the north of one of the great sand banks.
Saturday, 9th. Through mercy we are brought in safety to the beginning of another day. It is a dense fog, as is usual while passing the banks. In the night a vessel was seen close under the bow of our vessel. The captain and crew exerted themselves to escape running into her. Not long after an iceberg was seen very close. In the afternoon another was seen; I suppose 30 feet above the water.
Sunday, 10th. Enoch is worse this morning.
In the afternoon Mr. P preached; he is a
member of the Wesleyans; he comes from B .
Monday, 11th. Very foggy, and no wind—we are at a stand. Enoch is very ill; the measles do not show on the skin.
Tuesday, 12th. Enoch has been worse all night, but the measles are coming out; he has a tiying cough. Land was seen this morning, but the wind being contrary, the captain tacked about, fearing to enter the gulf while the wind was at that point. One of the crew fell from the yardarm down the gangway on Mr. P , as he was
going down; neither of them injured much, though the ladder was broken with the violence of the fall.
Wednesday, 13th. I have seen the sailor today, and was glad to find that he fears the Lord Gave him some tracts, and felt comforted to converse with him. Enoch is very ill. The Lord is our shield, "He will preserve us from trouble, and compass us about with songs of deliverance." We again met for prayer this evening.
Thursday, 14th. Enoch has had a better night: the fever is not so high. The wind is still unfavourable; we are making but little progress. One of our brethren that prayed at our meeting last night was blamed for playing on the deck some days ago at what is called "pitch and to*s." I spoke to him to-day about it. He acknowledged his fault. 0 thou that can keep us from falling, preserve us from being spotted by the world!
Friday, 15th. Enoch is, I hope, better, but very weak. I am obliged to keep in bed with him night and day, for fear of cold Seven vessels were seen this morning, supposed to be traders. Phebe saw a whale veiy plainly. The doctor told me he saw eight whales blowing the water, but not very near.
Saturday, 16th. Very calm to-day; the sea is as smooth as a fish-pond. Enoch is still better; I carried him on deck to-day.
Sunday, 17th. The wind sprung up about midnight; we are now moving on again, and weather fine. I preached this afternoon. A great number attended. The Lord afforded help.
Mr. F concluded with prayer. This is the
fifth Lord's-day on board. It is right for me now to say, we go not to this warfare at our own charges. Still f atu proving, thy grace never faileth with me, 0 Lord!
To he continued
LITTLE JACK "A Gentleman going late one evening from St. Martin's Lane to Bloomsbury Street, London, saw a number of ragged lads—beggars, thieves, or both—standing in a knot, talking, laughing, and swearing. Just as he passed, one of them shouted some jeering piece of impertinence after him. He turned round, and said kindly to the one who had spoken, 'Did you speak to me, my boy.' He shambled a little away muttering, ' No, Sir.'
The gentleman then stepped into the middle of the dirty group, saying, 'Boys, listen to me: I have something to tell you—a sort of story.' They were all silent in an instant; and then, in the plainest and shortest manner, he told them of God's pity and love for them. After which he spoke to them of the life, and sufferings, and death of Jesus Christ. He said nothing of punishment or of hell. He only tried to tell them all about Jesus, using the words of the Bible as much as possible. As he told them of how weary, and tired, and hungry the Saviour often was, all was silence. Then, as the end came nearer, trying to make the last awful scenes seem true to them, he heard an occasional shuffle, as one and another pushed nearer to hear how the good Lord had suffered for him. They listened with faces of awe—dirty enough—but solemn—-to hear of His agony and bloody sweat, His cross and passion; and by-and-bye he heard— and God heard too — little vulgar sobs of uncontrollable emotion. Dirty hands wiped dirty faces; and their round eyes never moved from his lips as he told them that now, while he spoke to them, Jesus was standing amongst them, and that He loved them just as much as when He died on the cross for their sakes. The story ended, no one spoke. Suddenly the gentleman said, 'Now, lads, He loved us very much: ought not we to love Him I Who loves Him? Let every one that wishes to love Him hold up his hand." 'I do;' and he held up his. They looked at one another. Then one held his up. A little mass of rags, with only one shoe, and a little grimy face, half hidden in a shock of hair, scarcely confined by an old battered hat with 710 rim, held up his dirty little hand. It was a touching sight. One and another followed, till all the hands, just twelve in number, were up.
"The gentleman then said slowly, 'You all wish to love Him. Now, dear boys, hear what He says to those who love Him—'If ye love me, keep my commandments.' Then going strait up to him who had first held his hand up, the gentleman holding out his, said, 'Shake hands on it, that you will promise me to try to keep His commandments.' At once the little black hand was put in his; and the gentleman shook it hard, saying, 'God bless you!' So he went round to all. He then gave them three shillings, to be shared amongst them, for bed and bread, and said, 'Good night.' So they parted.
"About three weeks after this, the same gentleman was going under St. Clement Danes' archway. A little ragged shoeblack was kneeling at one side. After the customary 'Clean your bo-ots, Sir?' the boy made a dive forward, and stood, grinning with delight, right in front of the gentleman and his friend. The former had not the least notion who he was: so at last he said, 'Well, my boy, you seem to know me ; and who are you ('
"' Please, Sir, I'm Jack.'
"' Only Jack, Sir, please, Sir.'
"All at once it came across him who the lad was. 'I remember you now,' he said. 'Have you tried to keep your promise to love the Lord Jesus, and show how much you love Him by obeying Him?'
'"Yes, Sir, I have; indeed I have,' he answered, with the greatest earnestness.
"Inexpressibly delighted, the gentleman stopped and talked to him a little, making an excuse by letting him clean hin shoes.
"'Can you read, Jack?' he asked.
"' Yes, Sir; not over well; but I can make shift to spell out a page.'
"'Would you like a Testament of your own, where you could read for yourself the story you heard the other night?'
•' There was no answer, but half a chuckle of happiness at the bare idea. There was no pretence about the lad. The dirty little thief had set his face heavenwards.
"' I see you would like it, Jack,' added his friend.
'Come to my rooms at to-morrow, and you
shall have one. Good bye.'
"Exactly at the appointed hour on the morrow came one modest, eager tap at the door. In walked Jack. He had been to some neighbouring pump, poor fellow, and washed himself, not clean, but streaky. He had plastered his hair down meekly, in honour of his visit. There was nothing 'taking' about him. He was very ugly; and had it not been for a humble, repentant look, would have been repulsive. That, however, he was not. The gentleman shook hands with him, said he was glad to see him, and made him come and sit by him.
"'Jack, why do you want a Testament?'
"'To read about Him you told us of,' said he shortly.
"' Why do you want to read about Him? because you love Him, is it?'
"Jack nodded once, shortly and decisively. There was no doubt about the matter, not a whit.
"' Why do you love Him i'
"Jack was quite silent. His little ordinary features moved iu a singular way; his eyes twinkled; his breast heaved. All at once he dropped his head on the table, sobbing as if his heart would break, "Cause they killed Him,' gasped poor Jack.
"It was with some difficulty the gentleman restrained his own tears. The fervent belief in the Lord's death; the clear view which he had of it— that it was for him, and that he did in no way deserve it—had melted this poor little wandering heart as it never had been melted before.
"He was allowed to cry till his sobs became less frequent, and then the gentleman read to him from St John's Gospel, and talked to him of the great love of Jesus our Saviour, and of that happy home where we should fall at those blessed feet that were pierced for us, and try to tell Him a little of the love we bear Him. He was then shown how he could serve Christ here by being a little Missionary, and striving to bring others to Him.
"His name was then written, or rather printed, at his request, 'iverry large,' in his Tes'ament. The gentleman then prayed with him that the Good Shepherd might help and guide this poor little lamb in his dark and difficult path; and, with a little more talk about his prospects, they parted.
"We need scarcely point out the secret of this happy history. That has been clearly shown already. Poor Jack believed that what the Lord did in dying on the cross, He did for him, even for him who was so sinful, so unworthy! The belief of this won his heart, as it always will win the heart of those who really believe it. Nothing else was needed. This heart was now full of Christ and of His love, and he longed to tell other dying sinners of the way in which they, too, might be happy, both here and for ever in heaven. This is the true Missionary spirit—to know Christ so as to feel His dying love in our own hearts, and then to try to make it known to others."—Church Missionary Juvenile Instructor.
"The Gospel for Sinners awl Saints." By L.S. 2d. London: Bateman, 1, Ivy Lane, Paternoster Row.
This is a very valuable little book, and we heartily recommend it to the perusal of all our readers. The following extract shews the character of it.
"Let me then, dear friends, affectionately ask, how is it with you all? What are ye the better for the mission of the Son of God into this world of sin f He came into this world to die for the remission of our sin. (1 John iv. 9.) Are your sins
remitted? He came to be our eternal life, God's gift. (1 John iv. 10.) Have you eternal life? He came into the world to save sinners. Are you saved ?' Whosoever believeth on Him is justified from all things.' Whosoever receives Him has the title and blessing of a son of God. 'Whosoever hath the Son of God hath life.'
"If you have not pardon; if you are not at peace with God; if you have not life; it is only because you do not believe God, you do not appropriate Christ; in fact, because you do not make that use of the Christ the Son of the living God, for which God in His love to the world, has given Him.
"And, dear christian, fellow-believer in Jesus, if you are not happily established in grace, if you are distracted in heart, cumbered in your walk, uncertain in the direction of your energies for service, it is because you are separating service from your place at Josus's feet; because you may be calling in your own thoughts and devices, the wisdom and cunning of the world, as your aids; and not just simply acting fresh from the words and mind of Jesus, in the power you have from the place you maintain at His feet. What fellowship hath light with darkness ( Christ with Belial i the temple of God with idols? the heavenly with the earthly 1 the Living Stone in heaven with the image it is about to crash on the earth? We are not straitened in God, but we are straitened in our own affections, by yoking ourselves in any way with the world's wisdom or device. Our blessings are sure; our light is pure; our strength all-sufficient in Christ. He is with us 'unto the end of the age.' 'Where two or three are met together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.' Let us dwell at the feet and in the bosom of Him who hath the promises and anointing from God, in whom we are now the sons of God, and heirs of the coming glory. Let the saints see, as well as sinners upon earth, that they make a right use of Him whom God hath sent; and in whom alone we have forgiveness of sins with eternal life."
Gospel Reminiscences in the West Indies—" Old Naryuois the Negro Driver,'' and " The Condemned Negro; or, Man's Victim, God's Chosen." By the Author of God our Refuge, Gospel Preaching, &c, 2d. each. London: Bateman, Ivy Lane, Paternoster Row.
These little books are intensely interesting, and show remarkably the power of divine grace on the poor negro race. In page 25 of "The Condemned Negro," he says,
"God no make sick, sin bring sick, sin bring dead; but God give life, eternal life, in His dear Son. God so love He give His dear Son to dead upon cross for a' we sin! lie rise from dead again to be life for a' we! Gud's Son no sick, He hang upon tree for nothing, but for we wickedness; He
take punish for we, He take punish for me. D .
S'pose me no come to dis, s'pose me do well in dis world, me free in dis world, me make plenty money, me live long in dis world, me wife me children live long, me love dis world--nie no see de truth, me no feel me sin, me no know me born of the Mesh from Adam a child of wrath as others, me no tink of God word, me live blind without Christ, me sick at last, me go dead at last in all me sin; dat better dan dis? No, never! But s'pose me now go to Jesus, me call upon He, me believe in He name, me believe in de blood dat clean from all sin, me have Christ dere in my heart: I'e give me de living water, He make me one child of God, He wash me in He own blood, His Father me Father. He gone to make place for me, dat where He be dere me sa' be for ever; den me go dead, white man go kill me body, meself go to Christ, what dat.' dat bad! never! dat good! very good! 0 Lord me very
bad sinner, but me believe, me believe, D
believe! 0 Lord, wash me sin away!"
Again, in page 29, we find the poor negro embraced the writer saying,
"Me satisfy now, me quite satisfy, God is love! Me, niassa, Jesus blood wash all me sin away; me quite ready for go to Jesus! better dan stay here (lis world—dis world no good' Jesus good! 0 massa! me tankee you for bring all dis good tory for me."
And, in page 33, he says,
"Dear Massa, de Oubbernor say m- must die, but (iod say, believe in Jesus, and you sa never die! I believe in Jesus, and Jesu- s y, 'I de resurrection, I de life!" Don't 'fraid for me, massa, don't cry for me, me come in dis place dead ill me sins, me go out alive to live for ever."
SIN NO MORE.
Mr. Firman, in his "Real Christian,"
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