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To the Editor.
The music of Handel, as in most of his compositions, was adapted not merely to the metre but to the sense of the old ver. sion of Psalm civil have heard, that on occasion of a new version of the Psalms, a premium was once advertised for a new translation ofthat Psalm in the old metre, but that the object was not accomplished. In the following lines I have attempted a more literal, as well as a more modern transfusion of the original into the Eu glish language,-adhering to the metre to which Handel's admirable tune was adapted. The whole palm being too copious for your Miscellany, I have been limited to the first thirteen verses; adding, at the close, what appeared requisite to accommodate the Ode of the Jewish prophet to the use of evangelical worshippers.
Thus, Lord! shines thy glory, in works of thy hands; [mands. But most thy redemption our wonder de Thy Majesty veil'd in flesh like our own, By Jesus display'd, transcendently shone; Thine anger o'erwhelin'd us, thy pity restor'd ;
Thy promise upholds us -My soul, praise the Lord! MINIMUS.
For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our Guide even unto Death.-Psalm xlviii. 14.
CouLD I say, "This God is mine,"
The birds of the heav'ns, there find a re
And pour through the groves their inelodies sweet :
SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN,
Sung at Paradise Street Chapel,
Father of Heav'n, to thee we raise
By all on earth, by all above.
Thy tender mercy saw us lie Oppress'd with sin and misery; Pity'd our helpless, hopeless grief, And sent thy Son to our relief.
O bless'd Redeemer, who can tell
Printed by G. AULD, Greville Street, London,
AN ACCOUNT OF
A MULATTO BAPTIST PREACHER,
NEAR MARTHA BREA, IN JAMAICA.
[Drawn up by himself, and communicated to a Friend in Leicestershire.] Honoured Sir,
I HAVE been induced, by repeated solicitations, to make the following attempt to relate the particulars of my convictions, conversion, and experience, with the principles I hold and teach the people, and the manner of discipline and government in our church; as well as the success I have met with, in turning poor lost sinners from sin, to the knowledge and love of a precious Redeemer.
I consider it proper, before I proceed farther, to give an account of myself. I am from New York, in North America, where my occupation was a barber. I was married September 4, 1778, to Susannah Ashton, a mantua-maker, a native of New York, by the Rev. W. Walters, agreeably to the rites of the church of England; in which denomination we had been brought up, and had learnt to read the Scriptures, and to write a little. At the evacution of New York, in 1783, I was, with my wife and child, obliged to come to the island of Jamaica. I am now a man well-stricken in years, and very infirm.
As to religion, when I first came to Jamaica, mine was that of the world: I was much given to strong drink, and to many other bad habits.
After my arrival, I hired a small shop in Kingston, where I followed my trade for three years; during which time I saw it would not answer, as I became very poor, and could scarcely subsist. I removed thence to a place in the mountains, called Leguine, about fifteen miles from Kingston, there to till the ground. The providence of God so laid it out, that this land came into Mr. Winn's possession.
There I found a black man of the Chamba country, named
Cupid Wilkin, with his wife, and two or three others. One morning, as Mrs. Baker, myself, and child were sitting down to breakfast, this old man came and stood at the door. We sat down carelessly, without giving thanks to God for what we were going to receive; which the old man perceiving, he turned round to another that was near him, and said, "Whence have these people came? I could wish to learn, if they know that God made them?" I overheard him saying this, and instantly got up, and spoke to him in the following manner:-' Old man, can you read?' "No," he replied; " but I know that both of you As you cannot read, how dare you thus to reprimand me?' The old man immediately humbled himself, and said, "Master, if you will not be angry, I will tell you where to search the Scriptures, and you will find there, that you are not only to thank God; but to return God love, prayer, and thanksgiving, for what you are going to receive, in the name of Jesus Christ."-The next day I was obliged to go abroad in quest of some money. In my absence, the old man requested Mrs. Baker to take the Scriptures. She did so; and he convinced her of the truth of what he had said. From this time she was much taken with religion; and begged of the old man to try what he could do with me, in regard of serving God; but she then observed, that nothing could be done so long as I followed drink; and it was that which kept us poor. The old man heard this attentively, and replied, " If he will turn round and serve God, liquor is the first thing he will leave off." On my return, Mrs. Baker was continually importuning me to incline me to religion. I baffled her good intentions for several days, telling her it was not good to hearken to such ignorant people. A few nights after, my mind was impressed with the thought, that I would go and hear whether these people could pray, or speak any sense at all. Accordingly I got up one night, and heard them singing and praising God. I drew near, and found them in a small hut, on their knees at prayer. I immediately ap proached to the man who was praying, and fell on my knecs also, with an intention of hearing his prayer. I heard that he asked for so many things agreeable to the Scriptures, as astonished me, and made me almost believe that he had more knowledge than myself.
That moment I formed a resolution that I would turn and serve God. From this time I frequently conversed with the old man. I now began to apply my heart to God. I prayed day and night for the space of three or four weeks; but at the end of this time I became very much troubled, and tempted to imagine I had done a very wrong thing in listening to this old man. At last I became so miserable, that no tongue can describe my state of mind: I was afraid to stir out, or to move myself in any manner: I left off praying, wickedly abused the