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God subservient to your commandments, instead of your being in tbat relation to him. If I want to lift this trunk, I am unable to do it by myself, and therefore I call for assistance. I am the principal, therefore, while you are merely a co-operator: while the contrary is the case. God is the Principal, in whom we breathe, move, and have our being; and our relation to him is as instruments subservient to his will. Many pious people have thoughtlessly thus expressed themselves, and even it has been erroneously written in some of our Church collects. It is wickedness, my love, to apply any term, when speaking of God, which admits of a definition detracting from his supreme, infinite, and almighty
power But in reply to your question, my sweet
child, I am unquestionably of opinion, that it is better to keep to the Church, since there is the largest congregations, and consequently the greater sphere of usefulness, and a holy man will be able to sow the seed in large uncultivated wastes, instead of confining himself to spo^s which are already fruitful, and need not his labour. Our Lord was in Nazareth and Galilee, my love, amidst sinners; he went not among the Israel of Judea.
Have not all persons, Mamma, the same wish, who have heard so much of God, as I have, to serve him in the way I desire?
O no, my love. Out of the thousands of people who every Sabbath hear the word of God, and the number of religious schools where these truths are taught, instead of hundreds, as we might expect, we scarcely hear of one offering himself for the missionary cause of Christ. How many offer themselves for the lucre of the world! The soldier leaves his wife, his children, his parents, and his friends. The merchant travels the perilous ocean. The man of fashion languishes out his life in dissipation, for the gratification of pride. The philosopher employs his nights, which were for sleep, for the same end;—but for Christ, and the salvation of souls, alas ! my love, where is his zeal? where is his labour? But come, love, let us return home. And pray do, Mamma, sing me a hymn as we go.
"While in the howling shades of death
The heathens scorn thy name,
Pear Lord, remember them.
ParkIy they roam, enslaved by last,
Devoid of fear or shame.
Bat Oh, remember them.
For ever flows the same.
Dear Lord, remember them.
I he»r the lonely widow's wail,
I see the mounting flame:
Do thou remember them.
Oft as thy servants, far and near,
Thy dying love proclaim,
Dear Lord, remember them.
And Oh, when heathens bend the knee.
To call npon thy name,
Dear Lord, remember them.
But chiefly when before the throne,
O interceding Lamb!
Oh! then remember them.''
My dear Mamma, you have never told me of the judgment day.
I will do so the next time we meet, my child, although there is no need to tell you of the terrors of the law, who are gliding on the still streams of the gospel; who are drawn to God by love, and not by fear. God bless thee, my beloved child; yonder is your dear Papa.
THE JUDGMENT DAY.
It will be an awful day to those who have not Bought God while he could be found, my child. The prophet Joel has declared, that God will gather all nations, and bring them down to the valley of Jehoshaphat—multitudes in the valley of decision. The prophet having emphatically denounced, that the sun and the moon will be darkened, and the stars will withdraw their shining; the trumpet will blow to Zion, sounding an alarm to God's holy mountain, where the people of God will assemble, during which four angels will restrain the four winds of the earth, until they are sealed with the redeeming blood of Christ, as the Israelites* dwellings were before they left Egypt, and preserved from the universal wreck from God's vengeance. And now all the inhabitants of the land will tremble, as the day of the Lord cometh, and is nigh at hand,—a day of darkness, of gloominess,—a day of clouds to the wicked,—as a morning, exclaims the messenger of God, spread upon the mountains,—a great people, and a strong. There hath not been the like, neither shall there be any more after it. A fire devouring before them, and a flame burning behind them. All faces will gather blackness. They will run like mighty men; they will climb the wall like men of war; they shall march every one on his way; they shall not break their ranks, neither shall one thrust against another; they shall walk every one in bis path, and when they fall on the sword, they shall not be wounded: they shall run to and fro in the city, they shall run upon the wall; they shall climb upon the houses, they shall enter in at the windows like a thief. The earth shall quake before them: the heavens shall tremble, the sun and the moon shall be dark. Such is the language of the prophets, my love. It shall be even as when an hungry man dreameth: behold,heeateth; but he awaketh, and his soul is empty: or as when a thirsty man dreameth, and behold, he drinketh; but he awaketh, and, behold, he is faint. For behold, says the Scriptures, the Lord hath, a mighty and a strong one, which as a tempest of hail and a destroying storm, as a flood of mighty water, overflowing, shall cast down on the earth with the hand; the crown of pride, and the glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley, shall be as a fading flower. Behold, the Lord maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants: and it will be as with the people, so with the