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MOURNING OVER A CORRUPT | Lord, all thy dealings are a deep,

HEART.

AH! filly wand'rer, foolish heart,
Ever inclin'd to turn afide,
And like a broken bow, to start
From God, to revel in thy pride!
When shall thy treach'ry have an end?
When fhall thy defp'rate reign be o'er?
When fhall my rebel nature bend,
And this frail potsherd ftrive no more?

I wander far for happiness,

To ev'ry broken cifern turn;
But difappointment and distress
Unite to make me weep and mourn.
Like Noah's dove, into the ark,

Dear Lord, I prefs unto thy breaft; Thy Saviour fpeaks, my fpirit, hark!"Return! and I will give thee reft." Lo! thy back fliding child attends,

Forfakes her refuges of lies;
Her longing eyes tow'rd heav'n fhe bends,
And pants and struggles to arise.
But, oh this clog-my Saviour come;
Why do thy chariot wheels delay ?
Ithir, I faint to be at home;

My fpirits' bridegroom come away.
ELIZA.

DARK PROVIDENCES.

My foul, tho' Providence may frown,

Let not thy truft in God decline, Who oft brings our proud fpirits down, When most his thoughts our rife defign. The dungeon Jafeph must prepare,

That he may Pharaoh's fecond be; And David, ere the crown he wear,

Muft, like a hunted partridge, flee. When Ruthfirft Bethl'hem's fields did trace, Who would Have thought that stranger fhould

Be the great mother of a race,

Which foon should Ifrael's scepter hold? From Moab, urg'd by want, the went, But plenty foon at Bethl'hem gain'd, Where thriving in the third defcent,

Her offspring over Ifrael reign'd. And, which a greater wonder was,

From her the great Meffiah came ; Tous death of friends, diftrefs and lofs, Drove her to God, true gain, and fame.

Nor can thy ends by us be known; Help me my anchor ftill to keep, In terms and calms on thee alone. J. LAGNIEL

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Let not the errors of my youth,
Nor fins remember'd be ;
In mercy free, in grace and truth,
O Lord, remember me!

From Sin's defilement in my foul,
I long to be fet free;

To fave, to cleanfe, and make me whole,
Dear Lord, remember me !
Temptations ftrong befet my way,
Lord, to my fuccour fee;
Give ftrength according to my day-
For good, remember me!

If for my love to thy dear name,

I should reproached be; I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame, If thou remember me.

When I draw near the gates of death,

And meet thy just decree; Dear Saviour, with my dying breath, I'llery, Remember me! J. K.

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Rev WILLIAM NICOL,

Swallow Trees
London 2.

Published by T. Chapman 2 Flat sved. Now! 1.1790

THE

Evangelical Magazine,

For NOVEMBER, 1799.

MR

BIOGRAPHY.

MEMOIR OF MR. J. SANDERS.

R. JOHN SANDERS was born in the beginning of the year 1710, in the parish of Eltham, Kent. His parents were in the hufbandry bufinefs; but he loft his father while yet an infant. He continued with his mother till about the age of fifteen, when he was taken by a rela tive to London, and brought up in the capacity of a coachman; for feveral years he drove what was called road-work, (poft chaifes not then being much in ufe) and his character was fo well known for fobriety and carefulnefs, that he was efteemed by many of the nobility, whóm he occafionally drove to Bath and elsewhere, and who always particularly defired him to be fent in preference to any other perfon.

In one of thefe journeys, an incident occurred which he ufed to relate with pleafure. He was in the city of Exeter, and Mr. Cennick, (who was then in connexion with Mr. Whitfield) was preaching in the high-ftreet of that city, on a large open fpot of ground, and furrounded by a great number of people, by fome of whom he had been previously ill-treated. Mr. C. was expatiating on the blood of Christ, when a profane butcher, who was among the crowd. faid, "If you love blood, you fhall prefently have enough," and ran to get fome to throw on him. Mr. Sanders was alfo a by-ftander, and, though at that time an entire stranger to divine things, from a fenfe of the ill- ufage Mr. C. had received, and was likely to receive, felt an inclination to defend him. Seeing the man come with a pail nearly full of blood, he calmly went to meet him, and, when he came even with him, fuddenly caught hold of the pail and poured it over the man's head. This drew the attention of the VOL. VII. riotous

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riotous part of the people from the preacher to Mr. S., who, with fome difficulty, efcaped their rage, by taking shelter in a house, and was obliged to leave the town very early on the next morning. Mr. C., it is supposed, never knew who was his preferver.*

Mr. Sanders continued his occupation as a coachman, till about the year 1745 or 6, when he bought the place of a yeoman of the guards; but he did not continue long in it, as the then Duke of Devonshire, Mafter of the Horfe to his late Majefty, introduced him into the King's fervice as road coachman; and, when a vacancy happened, he was made body coachman to his prefent Majefty, and fo continued till about the year 1780. While thus employed, he often received the approbation of his royal mafter, for whom he ever entertained the most affectionate love and reverence; and when he petitioned for a difmiffion, on account of his age, being about 70 years old, it was granted with regret. His Majefty, when riding on horseback through Kenfington, if he faw his old fervant walking, would often kindly enquire after his health; and the like regard was fhewn by the other branches of the royal family. For very lately, when his royal highness Prince Edward, now Duke of Kent, came to view the palace previous to his taking poffeffion of it, he fuddenly entered the apartments of Mr. S. (the perfon who fhould have apprized him having Forgot it), and found him fitting to be fhaved; the prince clapped his hand on his fhoulder to prevent his rifing, and ftood leaning against the window till the operation was finished; then, with much good nature, told him he remembered him well, enquired concerning his health, and affured him he fhould not be difmiffed from his apartments, whoever elfe might be. Thus he had the efteem and regard of the highest perfonages in the land, and all this feemed to humble him yet more in his own eyes; for his motto to the laft was, " Lefs than the leaft of all.”

It was about the year 1740, that he was firft awakened to a true fenfe of his condition before God, under the miniftry of the late Rev. Mr. Romaine, at St. George's, Han

An account of this tranfaction was found in the pocket-book of Mr. C. after his deceafe, with an awful relation of two or three of these persecutors being taken ill with a fpitting of blood, which continued till they died, one excepted, who recovered, appeared to be converted by this awful vifitation, and afterwards followed Mr. C. for a confiderable time, whithe foever he wents

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