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A Check to the delufive and dangerous Opinions of Baron Swedenbourg, and other Myftical Writers, extracted from the Works of the late Bp. Horne, and the Rev. J. Wefley, M. A. With a Preface and Notes, by the Rev. W. Williams, B. A. Curate of High Wy combe, &c. Svo. Pages 45. Price is. Chapman, &c.

WHOEVER wishes to dip into the reveries of the Swedenburgians, may gratify his curiofity by perufing thefe extracts. To check the progrefs of pernicious error is certainly laudable; but those who are in danger of being deluded by the opinions here exhibited have more need of the phyfician's aid than the polemick's pen.

God's Voice to England. The fubftance of Two Sermons which which were delivered at Dorchefter, March 8, 1797, being the day appointed for a General Faft. By J. Underwood. 8vo. pages 51. Price is. Matthews and Jordan.

THE author, convinced that God is holding a controverfy with England, informs informs us in a preface, that he publifhes thefe difcourfes with the defign of producing fuitable humility under God's mighty hand. We cannot fay much in favour of the compofition of thefe difcourfes, but that their tendency is practical, and the sentiment evangelical.

A Sermon, preached at Great Oufeborne, on Tuesday the 19th of December, 1797, being the day appointed by his Majefty for a General Thanksgiving to Almighty God, for our Naval Victories. By the Rev. Samuel Clapham, M. A. Vicar of Great Ouseborne, near Knarefbro'. 12mo. Pages 28. Price 3d. or twelve for 2s. 6d. Binns, Leeds; Johnfon, &c. London.

THIS difcourfe is almost entirely political, and better adapted for a County Meeting than a Congregation exprefsly affembled for the worship of God. It does not contain fo much as one religious topic, except towards the conclufion, where the preacher laments the "unhappy change, which, within the courfe of a few years, hath taken place in the morals of the country at large, condemns the conduct of many of his parishioners for abfenting themfelves so frequently from church, and hopes his auditory, without regarding what others may do, will recommend themselves to the favour of God," and become good citizens, by a regular attendance upon divine ordinances, and an uniform practice of religious precepts.

That the fact is as Mr. Clapham has stated it, we have no reason to doubt. But, alas! the cure does not lie in empty declamation. Chrift crucified is the only remedy for a depraved and guilty world; and those minifters who preach juftification by faith in him alone, agreeably to the articles they have subscribed, and the practice of the Apostles whom they are bound to imitate, have seldom need to complain of empty pews or changes for the worse in the morality of their people. For the truth of this remark, we may appeal to the congregations of the Methodist Clergy, and the teftimony of Mr. Clapham himself in his vifitation fermon, which we formerly reviewed. See Evangelical Maga-zine, Vol. III. page 125.

POETRY.

POETRY.

THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.

DARK was the night, the ftormy gale
Howl'd thro' the woods, and in the vale
With defolating fway;

When, penfive, thro' the cheerless gloom,
And thoughtful of his distant home,

Sylvanus urg'd his way.
Their strength forfakes his wearied limbs,
As o'er the craggy hill he climbs,

With agonizing breast;
When, lo! fubfides the raging storm,
And Nature paints her varied form
With purple from the east.

At length the radiant fun appears,
Whofe light the drooping wand'rer cheers,

And genial warmth bestows;
His much-lov'd home in profpect lies,
Religion brightens in his eyes,

And thus his heart o'erflows.
"If thou, created orb of light,
"With radiance fo intenfely bright,

"Such beauties canft difplay; "O! what is that effulgent beam! "That blaze ineffable of HIM,

"Who gave thy dazzling ray! "As thou difpell'it the shades of night, "So he reftores our mental fight,

"And life and love infpires: "In humble fouls his glories fhine, "The dark he cheers with light divine,

"And warms with heav'nly fires. "The beam of truth, the smile of grace, "And love to Adam's guilty race, "In fweet affemblage join "In him, the Sun of Righteousness, "His people's comfort in distress, "Eternal and divine."

AGRICOLA.

PARAPHRASE ON ISAI. L. 9, 10.

AWAKE, Almighty arm, awake,

Thy two-edg'd fword of vict'ry take:
Th' hiftoric page of antient days
Such conquests of thy pow'r difplays,
As moves our wonder and our praife.
Didft thou not Rahab's pride confound,
And the Egyptian dragon wound?

Didft thou not Pharoah's legions (weep
To fudden ruin in the deep,
And Ifrael's tribes in fafety keep?

Prefume against thy flock to boast-
See once again a threat'ning hoft
Bold infidelity appears;
His head the wilely ferpent rears,
To hifs blafphemy in our ears.
Around the world the lion prowls
To feat upon immortal fouls:
The dragon from the pit beneath
Extends the yawning jaws of death,
To blast with pestilential breath.
The rav'nous boar, from out the wood,
Infatiate pants for human blood:
Oppreffion rivets Slavery's chain,
Mad Perfecution laughs at pain,
Wild War adds millions to his flain.

Almighty arm, we fee thee rife,
From land to land thy vengeance flies;
Again our wond'ring eyes behold
Thy mighty Providence unfold
The miracles of days of old.

The charms of fuperftition break,
Proud Babylon begins to shake:
The long predicted day draws near,
When truth fhall thine from error clear,'
And undiffembled love appear,
And Jefus reign triumphant here.

ALIQUIS.

JOYFUL GRIEF.

MY God, I grieve because I grieve
So much for earthly toys;
But if thou grief for fin wouldft give,

That grief would me rejoice.

'Tis ftrange that joy from grief fhoulė
Spring,

Or happiness from woe;
Yet pious griefs more pleasure bring
Than all fins' joys can show.

Good Mary's box of ointment broke,
The house with fweetnefs fill'd;
But broken hearts, bruis'd by thy stroke,
Much greater fweetness yield.

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The Lamb who dy'd loft rebels to redeem; Worthy art thou, dear Saviour, to receive The highest honours earth or heav'n can give:

Let Saints below combine with these above, To fing thy praise, and fhout redeeming

love.

JOSEPHUS.

AN EVENING HYMN.

INdulgent Father! by whofe care

I've pafs'd another day,
Let me this night thy mercy share,
And teach me how to pray.

Shew me my fins, and how to moan
My guilt before thy face:
Direct me, Lord, to Chrift alone,
And fave me by thy grace.

Speak to my confcience, fpeak thou peace,
Thro' his atoning blood:
And grant me, Lord, a full release,
From fin's oppreflive load.

Shew me my wants, and let me crave
Nothing but what is right;
Help me, by faith, on thee to live,
Then change my faith to fight.
Open to me thy gracious ear,

Great God! my wants supply;
Confirm my hope, relieve my fear,

And bid my murm'rings die.
Guide me thro' life's myfterious path,

Nor let me from thee ftray;
Preferve my fleeting, mortal breath

Thro' each revolving day.
Let each returning night declare

And ev'ry hour thy grace prepare
The tokens of thy love;
My foul for joys above.

And when on earth I close mine eyes,
To fleep in death's embrace,

Let me to Heav'n and glory rife,
T' enjoy thy fmiling face.

J. K.

ERRATA IN OUR LAST MAGAZINE.

Page 104, line 22 from the top, peace is in bis eftimation.

Ib. line 4 from bottom---For on read in.

106, line 11 from bottom---For Nay read May, and dele the comma after it. 130, line 27 ditto---For 3d. read One Shilling.

Ditto, line 9 ditto---For tabernacles read trumpets.

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