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Blessed be God for Jesus Christ. One drop of that precious blood which he voluntarily shed on Calvary, "can wash the dismal stain away!" Though our sins be of scarlet colour and a crimson hue, in number and magnitude rising to the very heavens, and calling aloud for vengeance, yet Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners. "Amazing pity! grace unknown! and love beyond degree!" O the height, the depth, and the length of the love of Christ! Let us ponder much on the glori ous, stupendous theme, though our ideas must be very inadequate, till we are landed in the Canaan above, where faith and hope are forever superseded by the full vision and fruition of our Saviour and our God. There we, (shall I be thus favoured?) consummately holy and happy, shall sing the song of redeeming love, with admiring wonder and rapturous joy, "Worthy is the Lamb that was šlain, to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing!" Seeing we hope for such great things, let us observe the apostle's injunction, "Be ye therefore stedfast, immoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord." Christians. should shine as lights in the world. They shoul! live in the constant exercise of religion, displaying eminently the fruits of the Spirit in their lives and conversation, that others may take knowledge of them that they have been with Jesus, and are one with them. My dear friend, I am weary of this lassitude. I am sick of this stupidity. I do long to be engaged in religion, to glow with a noble zeal for the cause of Zion, and with alacrity do all in my power for its advancement. But alas! "when I would do good, evil is present with me." I will not trouble you any more with my complaints at present; but you will rejoice with me, that we have a compassionate High

Priest, who can be touched with the feeling of our infir mities, having been tempted like as we are in all points, sin excepted. In all our difficulties and sorrows, let us repair to him, and implore grace to help in time of need. Sabbath morn, June 7. My dear friend, religion in this place is at very low ebb. Iniquity abounds, and the waxing cold. It is to be

love of many appears to be feared, that the religion of many is only nominal-that they call Christ Lord, Lord, but are not careful to do the things which he commands. Sinners notice their conversation, and exulting ask, "What do ye more than others?" But in these times of general declension, it is my consoling hope, that there are a few who, by their humble and amiable deportment and pious conversation, evince to all around them that they feel the power of godliness, and constraining love of Jesus in their souls. What I have said in the grief of my heart, I trust will engage your prayers for us, that we may be stimulated to pious and vigorous exertions for a general revival, that these dark times may be the prelude to a bright and luminous morn. "The Lord reigneth, let the earth rejoice." His church is the object of his peculiar care; and he has promised, that the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Satan and his subtile emissaries may unite to undermine his cause, and exterminate his dear name from the earth; but they are all under his controu!, and do in reality subserve his interests, and forward his designs, though "they mean not so, neither do their hearts think so." He that sits on the holy hill of Zion, can make the wrath of man to praise him, and the remainder of wrath he will restrain. He has the hearts of all in his hand, and can turn them as the rivers of waters are turned. He can make his most inveterate

enemies to become his most zealous and cordial friends; and raise up children to Abraham of the very stones. The time, the glorious time is hastening, when Christ shall have the heathen for his inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for his possession. His gospel shall soon visit every habitable corner of the world, making the wilderness and solitary place to bloom like Eden, and resound with hosannas to the Son of David. They who are now groping in worse than Egyptian darkness, involved in Pagan, Mahometan, and Jewish superstition, shall be illumined with the refulgent rays of the Sun of righteousness, and rejoice in his pardoning love.

I leave you to worship God in his earthly courts. May you, may I, may all who encircle the throne of grace this day, be watered with the dews of divine grace, enjoy the smiles of our blessed Jesus, and be prepared to enjoy him in the New Jerusalem, where all is love, amity, and bliss; and where none "shall say, I am sick."

"Glorious

Sabbath eve. Yes, my sister, our Jesus shall reign "King of nations, as he is King of saints." things are spoken of Zion, the city of our God," which in due time shall be accomplished. The knowledge of the Lord shall fill the earth, as the waters cover the seas; and all nations shall flock to the standard of the cross. Unquestionably many of the poor heathen, who a short time since were led captive by Satan at his will, have been liberated from their abject bondage, and made to enjoy that liberty wherewith Christ makes his children free. Many more, it is to be hoped, have done with sin and sorrow, have reached the haven of eternal rest, and are singing hallelujahs to the Prince of peace. O how sublime, how glorious is their felicity. With what rapture do they look back on the hour, when a pious mis◄

sionary first landed on their native shores. With what ineffable extasy do they recur to the moment when they were snatched as brands from the burning, and entitled to all their present glory, and celestial prospects. O my friend, the salvation of one poor Pagan is worth more than millions and millions of worlds. May our dear missionaries be instrumental of bringing many out of darkness into God's marvellous light, who shall be their joy and crown of rejoicing in the day of the Lord Jesus. I think much of our dear sisters, Nancy and Harriet. With an aching heart, and weeping eyes, I recollect I shall see them no more on earth. But I commend them to God, and to the word of his grace, beseeching him to bless them and make them blessings; and at last give us all a happy meeting in heaven, never more to be separated. My beloved Miss H. I have written much, and yet not half that I wish. If my letter meets with a welcome reception, I shall doubtless have an answer soon. Your candour will excuse imperfections. Yours inviolably, FANNY WOODBURY.

JOURNAL, 1812.

June 14. Is it possible that heaven can be my home, while it has so few of my thoughts? How can I love my Saviour God, while his superlative love and excellence so feebly affect my heart. If Jesus is mine, and I am his, why am I not constantly enraptured with his beauties, and glowing with zeal for his cause? Why am I not on the wing, to do good and communicate, doing all in my power to meliorate the condition of those around me, and giving ample evidence of the beauty and worth of that charity, which seeketh not her own? Alas, sin dwelleth in me. "What I would, that do I not; but what I would

not, that do I." Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift of Jesus Christ. I have nothing; I am nothing; I can do nothing, to merit the divine blessing. But, if I am not deceived, my dependence is on Christ. May he be made unto me wisdom, righteousness, and redemption.

June 18. After much deliberation, and some difficulty, a little meeting is appointed here among the females, for the purpose of reading and conversing on religious subjects. What encouragement it will receive I know not but am inclined to hope it will prove propitious to the interest of the Redeemer's kingdom, and edifying to the humble soul. O, if there may be even but three met together in Christ's name, he will be in the midst, guid◄ ing, directing, instructing, and comforting them., I hope I ardently pray for the enlivening smiles of God, that we may be united in love; that we may rehearse with free dom the wonders of redeeming grace, and speak of things pertaining to the kingdom of God; and may the meeting be a Bethel to each of our souls. The lord grant, we all may have reason to rejoice for these little conferences. Surely something must be done, to counteract the spirit of dissipation, impiety, and awful stupidity, which increase to an alarming degree. If we cannot do what we would, we must do what we can. God, the Maker of heaven and earth, does not despise the day of small things. He condescendingly notices the weakest exertions to promote his glory, and advance his cause; and O that he may likewise honour this poor attempt with abun dant success!

Lord I want humility. With surprise and grief I have of late observed the workings of that predominant sin, pride. O cleanse thou me from secret faults.

June 27. We have appointed two meetings; but alas