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When in health temptations throng,

When, in sickness, gloomy fear;
In life, in death, be thou my song;

Jesus! mighty Saviour! hear."



O WORD! O WISDOM! heaven's high theme !

Where must the theme begin?-
Maker and Sufferer !-Lord Supreme !

Yet sacrifice for sin !

Now Reason! trim thy brightest lamp,

Thy boldest powers excite;
Muster thy doubts, a copious camp-

And arm thee for the fight.

View nature through-and, from the round

Of things to sense reveal’d,
Contend 'tis thine alike to sound

Th' abyss of things conceal’d.

Hold, and affirm that God must heed

The sinner's contrite sighs,
Though never victim were to bleed,

Or frankincense to rise.

The above were suggested by a sermon, which Dr. Good heard, preached by the Rev. Thos. Hartwell Horne, on December 25th, 1823. He transmitted a copy to Mr. Horne the following day, accompanied by the subjoined note.

“My Dear Friend, “The best proof I can give you of my obligation to you for your labour of last night, is by sending you the enclosed, the outline of which occurred to me on my return home. Were it more worthy of the subject, it would be more worthy of your acceptance, as well as more gratifying to

Yours very faithfully,
Guilford-street, Friday Afternoon.

J. M. Good."

Prove by the plummet, rule, and line,

By logic's nicest plan,
That Man could ne'er be half divine,

Nor aught DIVINE be man:

That he who holds the worlds in awe,

Whose fiat form'd the sky, Could ne'er be subjugate to law,

Nor breathe, and groan, and die.

This prove

till all the learn'd submit : Here learning I despise, Or only own what Holy Writ

To heavenly minds supplies.

O Word! O Wisdom !boundless theme

Of rapture and of grief :
Lord, I believe the truth supreme,

O, help my unbelief.


Behold the Man !-was ever face

With grief so furrow'd and worn down? Scoff'd at and scourg'd--a reed his mace,

And goading thorns his mimic crown.

A reed his mace_his crown rude thorns,

Whose sceptre sways earth, heaven, and hell; Whose glory all the heights adorns,

Whose praise adoring seraphs tell.

Behold the Man !-and in that man

A love surpassing wonder see;
For thee in streams his life-blood ran,

He bow'd, he groan'd, he died for thee.

Behold the Man! through time's long reign

Ye dead, awake! ye unborn, view ! From the deep world's foundation slain,

Th' atoning Lamb is slain for you.

Behold the Man! and, while ye may,

Sue to his sceptre, and adore; To-day he calls—beyond to-day

That precious voice may sound no more.

Behold the Man! behold the God!

The mighty Conqueror bursts the tomb; He rises, and resumes his rod;

Flee while ye may the sinner's doom.


Life is a sea

a-how fair its face,
How smooth its dimpling waters pace,

Its canopy how pure!
But rocks below, and tempests sleep,
Insidious, o'er the glassy deep,

Nor leave an hour secure.

Life is a wilderness-beset
With tangling thorns, and treach'rous net,

And prowld by beasts of prey.
One path alone conducts aright,
One narrow path, with little light;
A thousand lead astray.

Life is a warfare—and alike
Prepar'd to parley, or to strike,

The practis'd foe draws nigh.
0, hold no truce ! less dangerous far
To stand, and all his phalanx dare,

Than trust his specious lie.

Whate'er its form, whate'er its flow,
While life is lent to man below,

One duty stands confest-
To watch incessant, firm of mind,
To watch where'er the post assign'd,

And leave to God the rest.

'Twas while they watch'd, the shepherd-swains Heard angels strike to angel-strains

The song of heavenly love:
Blest harmony! that far excels
All music else on earth that dwells,

Or e'er was tun'd above.

'Twas while they watch'd the sages trac’d The star that every star effac'd

With new and nobler shine : They follow'd, and it led the way To where the infant Saviour lay,

And gave them light divine.

'Twas while they watch'd, with lamp in hand, And oil well stor'd, the virgin band

The bridal pomp descried;
They join'd it—and the heavenly gate,
That op'd to them its glorious state,

Was clos'd on all beside.

Watch!“ watch and pray!"-in suffering hour
Thus he exclaim'd, who felt its power,

And triumph'd in the strife.
Victor of death! thy voice I hear :
Fain would I watch with holy fear,
Would watch and pray through life's career,

And only cease with life.

For the last seven or eight years of his life, Dr. Good, persuaded of the incalculable benefits, of the highest order, likely to accrue from Bible and Missionary societies, gave to them his most cordial support; on many occasions advocating their cause at public meetings, and on others employing his pen in their defence. To the concerns of “the Church Missionary Society” especially, he devoted himself with the utmost activity and ardour, as a most judicious, learned, and able member of its committee. He suggested some useful plans for the instruction of missionaries, and, in certain cases, of their wives, in the general principles of medical science, the nature and operation of the simpler remedies, and in the safe practical application of such knowledge to numerous cases which may obviously occur amongst the inhabitants of the dark and uncivilized regions in which christian missionaries most frequently labour. These suggestions were not merely proposed in general terms, in the committee; but, in many instances, carried into the minutiæ of detail, by instructions which Dr. Good gave personally to the missionaries themselves. * Nor was the advice thus

* At his death, the Committee of the Church Missionary Society transmitted to Mrs. Good a resolution expressive of the very high value they set upon his services, and the heavy loss they were conscious they sustained by that event. The resolution was accompanied by a letter of cordial sympathy from the Rev. E. Bickersteth, the Secretary.

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