THE REV. THOMAS CONNELLAN, - The Gospel Magazine
THE REV. THOMAS CONNELLAN, - The Gospel Magazine
THE REV. THOMAS CONNELLAN, - The Gospel Magazine
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Gospel</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong>. 533<br />
Jesus meets every case, and supplies every need. <strong>The</strong> gracious King<br />
reveals Himself also in the galleries of Worship. In His own complex<br />
Person the Lord Jesus is the true Temple, the meeting place of God<br />
and man, because He is the God-man. Not only so, the Lord Jesus is<br />
likewise Himself the true object of the believer's worship, because He<br />
is God, and because the Father can only be approached in Him. Out<br />
of Christ, our God is a consuming fire.<br />
In <strong>Gospel</strong> galleries the dear Redeemer reveals Himself with pierced<br />
hands outstretched to welcome all who come unto Him labouring and<br />
heavy laden, needing and seeking the rest He alone can give.<br />
<strong>The</strong> gallery of Communion is the banqueting house, where the<br />
Beloved admits loving souls into fellowship with Himself, and bends<br />
His willing ear to listen to their" tales of woe," while His voice speaks<br />
peace to their troubled hearts. Here He satisfies longing souls with<br />
assurances of His favour, and grants them token of His love. Often<br />
the King is held in the galleries of the Ordinances of His house, and<br />
comes down in the preaching of the Word "like rain upon the mown<br />
grass, and as showers that water the earth" (Ps. lxxii. 6), in reviving,<br />
renewing, and refreshing grace. In the Lord's Supper He presents His<br />
own flesh and blood as food for faith to humble partakers; when they<br />
richly enjoy the King's" feast of fat things." Thus," the King is<br />
held in the galleries."<br />
Bath. E. C.<br />
ODE ON <strong>THE</strong> LAST DAY.<br />
(Written during a storm at sea by Richard Kempenfelt, Rear-Admiral<br />
of the. Blue, who went down in the " Royal George" when she foundered<br />
at Sp~thead on Thursday, 29th of August, 1782.)<br />
HARK! 'tis the trump of God<br />
Sounds through the realms abroad,<br />
" Time is no more! "<br />
Horrors invest the skies,<br />
Graves burst, and myriads rise;<br />
Nature in agonies<br />
Yields up her store.<br />
Changed in a moment's space<br />
Lo ! all the affrighted race<br />
Shriek and despair:<br />
Now they attempt to fly<br />
Dread immortality,<br />
And eye their misery<br />
• Dreadfullynear.