Happy they who reach that place, —

In those regions find their home;
Tears are wiped from every face;
Toil and danger never come.
They no pain nor sorrow know,
Ransom'd from this world of woe.

To that festival on high,

To that banquet of the skies,

To that glorious company

May we all at length arise;
Mingle with the joyful throng;
Join the everlasting song.

ANDREW REED, D.D.

A GREAT philanthropist, and distinguished minister of the Independent body, ANDREW REED was born on the 27th November, 1787. He was intended for commercial pursuits, but was led to devote himself to the ministry. Educated at Hackney College, he was ordained on the 27th November, 1811; he discharged the duties of the pastorate, first at New Road Meeting, St. George's in the East, and subsequently at Wycliffe Chapel, Commercial Road, London. Dr. Reed was founder of the London Orphan Asylum, at Lower Clapton; the Infant Orphan Asylum, Wanstead; the Asylum for Fatherless Children, near Croydon; the Asylum for Idiots, at Earlswood, near Reigate; the Royal Hospital for Incurables, and the Eastern Counties Asylum for Idiots, at Colchester. He published several theological works. "No Fiction," his most popular publication, has passed through eighteen editions, and been trans. lated into the continental languages. In 1841 he published a Collection of Hymns, which contains twenty-seven compositions written by himself. He died on the 25th February, 1862.

HYMN TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.

HOLY Ghost, with light Divine
Shine upon this heart of mine;

Chase the shades of night away,
Turn the darkness into day.
Let me see my Saviour's face,
Let me all His beauties trace:
Show those glorious truths to me,
Which are only known by Thee.

Holy Ghost, with power Divine
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine:
Long has sin without control
Held dominion o'er my soul.
Oft I of its power complain,
Yet I live beneath its reign:

In Thy mercy pity me,

From this bondage set me free.

Holy Ghost, with joy Divine

Cheer this sadden'd heart of mine;

Bid my many woes depart,

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart,
Yield a sacred, settled peace,
Bid it grow and still increase;
Till each anxious thought expires,
Till my joy to heaven aspires.

Holy Spirit, all Divine,

Dwell within this heart of mine;
Cast down every idol throne,
Reign supreme, and reign alone.
See, to Thee I yield my heart :
Shed Thy life through every part;
A pure temple I would be,
Wholly dedicate to Thee.

HYMN TO THE SAVIOUR.

AH! Jesus, let me hear Thy voice
Fall gently on mine ear;
Thy voice alone can soothe my grief,
And charm away my fear.

Ah! Jesus, let me see Thy face
Beaming with truth and love;

I ask no other heaven below,
No other heaven above.

Ah! Jesus, let me feel Thy grace;
Now hear my earnest cry:

If Thou art absent, oh! behold
I droop, I faint, I die!

"I come, I come!" the Saviour cries,
"To give you full repose;

My presence shall revive your joys,
My frown confound your foes."

I hear His voice! I see His face!
I feel His present grace!

'Tis life, 'tis heaven, 'tis transport, thus
To rest in His embrace.

FOR THE OPENING OF A CHURCH.

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SPIRIT Divine, attend our prayers,
And make this house Thy home;
Descend with all Thy gracious powers:
O come, Great Spirit, come!

Come, as the light; to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;

And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

Come, as the fire, and purge our hearts

Like sacrificial flame:

Let our whole soul an offering be

To our Redeemer's name.

Come, as the dew, and sweetly bless

This consecrated hour;

May barrenness rejoice to own

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Thy fertilizing power.

Come, as the dove, and spread Thy wings,

The wings of peaceful love;

Blest as the Church above.

And let Thy Church on earth become

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Come, as the wind, with rushing sound
And pentecostal grace,

That all of woman born may see
The glory of Thy face.

Spirit Divine, attend our prayers,
Make a lost world Thy home;

Descend with all Thy gracious powers:
O come, Great Spirit, come!

MRS. ELIZABETH REED.

MRS. REED, the relict of the preceding author, is elder daughter of the late Jasper Thomas Holmes, Esq., of Castle Hill, Reading. She was united in marriage to Dr. Reed, in April, 1816, Several hymns, of her composition, are inserted in Dr. Reed's hymn-book, published in 1841. Mrs. Reed has kindly contributed the following verses to the present work.

HYMN FOR ISRAEL.

"Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?"-Lam. i. 12.

(Contributed.)

OH say, is it nothing to you that pass by
That the joy of the earth should in widowhood lie,
Her cities deserted, her dwellings forlorn,
And all her bright hues of prosperity gone?

Is it nothing to you that the light we possess
Was borrow'd from those who are now in distress?
That they from the summit of favour were hurl'd,
Unknown and unloved by a pitiless world?

Is it nothing to you that the prophets reveal
A time when the Lord shall their misery heal,
When they shall be gather'd again to their fold,
And stand in their lot as in seasons of old?

Is it nothing to you that, whenever they pray,
The wrath of Jehovah shall vanish away;
That life from the dead shall their rising appear,
And all who oppress'd them be silent in fear?

Is it nothing to you that the Gentile and Jew,
For ages divided, no more should be two,
But one in the Saviour, their Shepherd and King,
Together for ever His praises to sing?

Is it nothing to you that the Lord has decreed
Rich blessings to those who for Israel plead;
That they who the way of His coming prepare,
Shall say of the city, "Jehovah is there?"

Oh, pray that the days of their mourning may cease,
That God may return to His chosen in peace,
That glory at length may revisit their shore,
And all be united, to wander no more!

ROBERT ROBINSON.

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ROBERT ROBINSON was born at Swaffham, Norfolk, on the 8th October, 1735. In 1749, he was apprenticed to a hairdresser, in Crutched Friars, London. Hearing a discourse preached by Whitefield, on "The Wrath to Come," in May, 1752, he became deeply impressed. He remained in a state of disquietude for nearly three years, when at length he experienced, he believed, "full and free forgiveness, through the precious blood of Jesus Christ." He began to preach, and ministered for some time in connection with the Calvinistic Methodists. subsequently joined the Independents, but after a short period preferred the Baptist connection. In 1761, he became pastor of a Baptist congregation at Cambridge. He supplemented his income by translating for the booksellers and publishing some original works. His History of Baptism," 4to, appeared in 1790. Robinson published "A Plea for the Divinity of our Lord Jesus Christ," which passed through several editions. But his theological convictions were not more settled than his ecclesiastical opinions. About the year 1780, he began to incline towards Unitarianism, though he did not obtrude his sentiments in his pulpit prelections. At length his people deemed it essential to procure his resignation. While arrangements for this purpose were in progress, he died, suddenly, at Birmingham. That event took place on the 8th June, 1790. In his pastoral charge he was succeeded by the celebrated Robert Hall, who composed an elegant epitaph for him, as a tribute to his eloquence and learning. The two following hymns were written by Robinson. An attempt has lately been made to assign the former to Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. We refer to a note on the subject at the close of the volume.

HYMN OF PRAISE.

COME, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune mine heart to sing Thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.