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IT is with pleasure I now present the first volume of a publication often contemplated, and often solicited by my friends to publish. Ishall not pretend to say any thing respecting the utility or entertainment of the following pages, but only observe, that this selection is made from a work publishing in London, by a society of thirty Ministers of the Gospel, of different denominations; and that the profits arising from the publication of the work, are for the support of poor widows of Gospel Ministers. Ten thousand copies are monthly disposed of through the British empire, and other parts of the world. About 2600 pounds sterling have been distributed. The publication is conducted in a catholic spirit, and calculated to be entertaining and instructive to pious characters of various professions in the Christian church.

May the feeble effort of the compiler prove acceptable to his patrons, and the publication serve to enlighten the ignorant, animate the pious, and

convince the obstinate that there is a GODMERCIFUL-yet JUST.



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The Editor of the American selection knows of no

thing more suitable for a dedication to these volumes than a copy from the original, taken from

the 1st number printed in the year 1793, with a few alterations.


HOU triune Gon! from whofe rich stores of grace


All good proceeds, I now approach thy throne,

To lay myself, and this my weak attempt,

Beneath the fmile of PATRONAGE SUPREME.
My eye keep fingle, and my aim direct;
That all my efforts, in concurrence sweet,
May spread thy praife, and edify thy flock
In things divine. O let this felect Work
Stand up a faithful witnefs for thy truth;
Against the floods of error may it stand
A brazen bulwark, durable and firm.

FATHER OMNIPOTENT! thy love doth found
Along each line. Far as thy word reveals
Thy plans and counfels, I with joy have mark'd
The brilliant footsteps of eternal grace
Tow'rds guilty man. JESUS! thy charming name,
Bright as the noon-day fun, hath gilt each page.
The glories of thy bleeding love is now
My darling theme. Thy influence benign,
Thou facred COMFORTER! fhed on my heart.
Teach me to print the thunders of thy word
With facred care; and point, with fteady hand,
The dread artillery of the flaming mount
Against the confcience of thy rebel foes.
When finners, wounded by thy terrors, fall;

And, rack'd with guilty pains, begin to lift


Towards thy mercy-feat a tearful eye,
Or breathe a wifh for peace; O for that balm,
So fam'd in facred story for its power

To heal! O for the gracious words of pardon!
Free pardon promis'd through atoning blood,
To draw the fting of guilt, and pour that health
O'er all the foul, that health divine which none
But pardon'd finners ere can know or feel!
Th' exhaustless wells of thy falvation, fed
By fprings perennial, teach me to disclose,
That, hither led, thy lambs with joy may drink
Of living waters; and, with gentle hand,
Their fteps to guide, where richest paftures rife,
With endless verdure crown'd, there to partake
Of angels' food, and grow prepared for heaven,
Where partial knowledge meets the blaze of day,
And means, fo bleft on earth, fhall all be done away.

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