• Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,

My Shield, and Hiding-place;
My never-failing Treasury fillid

With boundless stores of grace.
• Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.'

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How delightful the thought that often the name of the Saviour has influenced the believing soul when it has been dead to all other subjects. Deaf to all sounds, even of earthly affection, it hears quickly the sound of the name of “ Him who loved

Himself for us.”

So it with

my ever-valued friend; however lost he appeared to be, he could soon hear the voice of the Redeemer. When Jesus said unto his disciple “ Mary," she

” said unto him “ Rabboni.”

SURREY CHAPEL was also the scene of Mr. W. Jones' labours, particularly during the closing years of the life of his revered pastor, the Rev. Rowland Hill. It may readily be imagined that it was with peculiar feelings that he first occupied the pulpit of that chapel, his accidental attendance at which, some twenty years before, had led, in the providence of God, to such important results. More than once he felt almost unwillingness to comply with Mr. Hill's wishes, and expressed his feelings on the subject to the venerable man.


Not only did he feel to a certain extent embarrassed at first in addressing those with whom he had so long worshipped, as one of themselves,' but he knew also the objections entertained by Mr. Hill, as a general rule, against admitting laymen into his pulpit. The good pastor at once overruled all his objections, and assured him that he considered that if a man had the grace of God in his heart, and a wise tongue in his head, he had a full commission to bring all the sinners he could to Christ.'' One of his earliest sermons at Surrey Chapel was preached from the text, • Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the



I • Rowland Hill rejoiced in the labours of his lay-brethren, provided they were prudent and modest in their conduct. Occasionally he would admit them into his own pulpit; and when unable to carry the elements round the table on a communion Sabbath, he more than once requested a lay-brother “ to lend him his legs for a short season." . .. It is, however, right to remark, that Mr. Hill would only sanction the preaching of laymen whose characters were unexceptionally good, and whose talents were likely to be useful. He was not anxious to press them forward to the pulpit, but rejoiced to hear of their efforts in the Sabbathschools, the villages, and the workhouses of our land. He had frequent applications from young men who were anxious to enter the ministerial office, or engage in missionary labour. But he was very careful not to take them from their worldly occupations unless he could discover the clear leadings of the providence of God, and acceptable talents in the applicants.'-Life of Rev. Rowland Hill, pp. 428, 429.


olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there
shall be no herd in the stalls; yet will I rejoice
in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salva-
tion.' (Hab. iii. 17.) At times he was called to
fill the pulpit of Surrey Chapel at a very short
notice. He resided in the immediate vicinity of
that place of worship, and frequently a message
would come, within an hour of the time of com-
mencing service, requesting him to preach. In-
deed, sometimes less notice than even this was
given him. Many, without doubt, can recollect
how, more than once, when the prayers were
well nigh ended, the vestry door would open, and
Mr. Hill's servant glide almost noiselessly round
to the little pew on the north side, just under the
gallery, and, gently tapping him on the shoulder,
would summon him to take the place of his ven-
erable minister. After a time, he always came
prepared for such unexpected calls, with sermon
notes in his pocket. On one occasion, however,
shortly before Mr. Hill's decease, he was placed
in circumstances of some embarrassment.
Hill," he says, was much depressed, and sent for
me to come and sit with him. After dining with
him, I rose to take my leave, but he was unwil-
ling that I should go. I took tea. He was still
very much depressed. After a pause, he said,

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“ I cannot preach this evening, you must help

." I replied that I was not prepared. No excuse, however, would do, and most reluctantly I obeyed his wishes. The subject on which I preached was, “Surely the bitterness of death is passed.” (1 Sam. xv. 32.) The venerable man met me in the vestry at the close of the service, and, taking me kindly by the hand, said, “ Thank you, my dear friend. After all, the apostle tells us that the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. It is never pleasant to meet an enemy. Still, though an enemy, death is a conquered one to the believer.

Soon after the settlement of the Rev. James Sherman as minister of Surrey Chapel, he thought it would materially help him, and advance the good cause, if Mr. W. Jones would accept the office of assistant minister, and made proposals to that effect. It was thought that these duties could be discharged without the necessity of his retiring from the Religious Tract Society. He, himself, judged otherwise, and, feeling persuaded that the duties of the two offices would clash, at once declined the invitation.

In connexion with Dr. Fletcher's chapel at Stepney, he was once placed in very embarrassing circumstances. Mr. Hill had promised to

· Life of Rev. Rowland Hill, p. 590.

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preach there on a Sunday evening. He was taken unwell, and afraid that he should not be able to fulfil his engagement. Dr. Fletcher consented to preach at Surrey Chapel, provided his own pulpit could be supplied in the afternoon. Mr. W. Jones was requested to render this assistance, and to be prepared also, in the event of Mr. Hill's inability to fulfil his promise for the evening, to take the place of the venerable man. No sooner did I get to the chapel,' he says, * than my difficulties began. When waiting in the vestry, the door opened, and in walked Mr. George Bennet, who had recently returned from his missionary tour. He told me he was anxious to hear his old friend Dr. Fletcher. I told him he would be disappointed. Soon afterwards, came in my old and esteemed friend, Mr. George Rawson, of Leeds. No sooner did I see him, than I recollected that I had preached the sermon I had selected for the afternoon, at Leeds, when he was present. It was not till almost the last moment before commencing evening service, that Mr. Hill arrived. I was much relieved at the sight of the good old man. Instantly, however, he said, “ I am so ill, I cannot preach ; my dear friend will supply my place.” I was fairly embarrassed. I pressed him to make the effort to preach himself. After a great deal of coaxing

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