THY KINGDOM COME. JESUS, thy Church with longing eyes For thy expected coming waits; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion's gates? Even now, when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption 's nigh. Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, Our foes repel, our wrongs redress, Man's rooted enmity subdue,

And crown thy gospel with success. Oh, come, and reign o'er every land; Let Satan from his throne be hurled; All nations bow to thy command,

And grace revive a dying world! Yes, thou wilt speedily appear!

The smitten earth already reels; And not far off we seem to hear

The thunder of thy chariot-wheels.

Thou art the glorious gift of God,

To sinners weary and distressed; The first of all his gifts bestowed,

And certain pledge of all the rest.

Could I but say, "This gift is mine!"
The world should lie beneath my feet;
Though poor, no more would I repine,
Or look with envy on the great.

This precious jewel I would keep,
And lodge it deep within my heart;
At home, abroad, awake, asleep,
It never should from thence depart.
BENJAMIN BEDdome.

1787.

CHRIST'S KINGDOM AND JUDG-
MENT.

WHEN came in flesh the Incarnate Word,
The heedless world slept on,
And only simple shepherds heard
That God had sent his Son.

When comes the Saviour at the last,
From west to east shall shine
The awful pomp, and earth aghast
Shall tremble at the sign.

Then shall the pure in heart be blest;
As mild he comes to them,
As when upon the Virgin's breast
He lay at Bethlehem :

As mild to meek-eyed love and faith,
Only more strong to save;
Strengthened by having bowed to death,
By having burst the grave.

THOMAS HORNBLOWER GILL is a layman now living in England. He was born in 1819. His hymns are the expression of his religious experience. The following, he says, was written when fresh from the contemplation of the misery and anarchy of Shelley's life. The blessing that has gone with it is wonderful." The Rev. F. M. Bird said of Mr. Gill's hymns: "Wesley, in 1739, was scarcely more an innovator on the then established precedents of hymn-writing than was Mr Gill ten years ago His hymns, though little known now, will, we believe, be well known and widely used hereafter." These stanzas are based upon the following verses from the fifteenth chapter of Second Corinthians: "The second man was the Lord from heaven." "As we have borne the image of the earthly, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly."

OH! mean may seem this house of clay,
Yet 't was the Lord's abode ;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way,
Yet here Emmanuel trod.

This fleshly robe the Lord did wear;

This watch the Lord did keep;
These burdens sore the Lord did bear;
These tears the Lord did weep.

This world the Master overcame;
This death the Lord did die;

He bore our sins, he took our shame,
In our dark bed did lie.

O vale of tears no longer sad,

Wherein the Lord did dwell! O happy robe of flesh that clad Our own Emmanuel!

Our very frailty brings us near
Unto the Lord of heaven;
To every grief, to every tear,
Such glory strange is given.

But not this fleshly robe alone
Shall link us, Lord, to thee;
Not only in the tear and groan
Shall the dear kindred be.

We shall be reckoned for thine own
Because thy heaven we share,
Because we sing around thy throne
And thy bright raiment wear.

1860.

Thou to our woe who down didst come,
Who one with us wouldst be,
Wilt lift us to thy heavenly home,
Wilt make us one with thee.

Thou who wast clothed in our clay
And stricken in our stead,
Wilt put on us thy bright array,
Thy joy on us wilt shed.

O mighty grace, our life to live,
To make our earth divine!
O mighty grace, thy heaven to give,
And lift our life to thine!

Yes, strange the gifts and marvellous
By thee received and given!
Thou tookest woe and death for us,
And we receive thy heaven!

THOMAS HORNBLOWER CHL.

THE MASTER'S CALL.

RISE, said the Master, come unto the feast.
She heard the call, and rose with willing feet;
But thinking it not otherwise than meet
For such a bidding to put on her best,
She is gone from us for a few short hours
Into her bridal closet, there to wait
For the unfolding of the palace-gate,
That gives her entrance to the blissful lowers
We have not seen her yet, though we have
been

Full often to her chamber-door, and oft
Have listened underneath the postern green,
And laid fresh flowers, and whispered short

and soft;

But she hath made no answer; and the day From the clear west is fading fast away. HENRY ALFORD, D. D.

FOR GRACE TO RETURN.

The REV. WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST lives on his paternal estate, Lydney Park, Gloucestershire. He was born Aug. 28, 1796, and was educated at Oxford. He took orders in 1819. His "Psalms and Hymns for Public and Private Use" was published in 1830. He has produced " Metrical Musings: or, Thoughts on Sacred Subjects in Verse" (1849), and a translation of the Georgics of Virgil.

Oн for a beam of heavenly light
To guide my roving steps aright,
And lead me to the blest abode

Where dwells my Father and my God.
Lord, I am weak and prone to stray;
Oh, keep me in thy holy way;
What nature wants let grace supply,
And smooth my progress to the sky.

JAMES BODEN was a Congregational minister, born at Chester, in the house in which Matthew Henry once lived, April 13, 1757He was one of the founders of the London Missionary Society, and died at Chesterfield, June 4, 1841. Seven hymns by him were contributed to a collection that he edited in 1801, in connection with the Rev. Edward Walliams, D.D.

YE dying sons of men,

Immerged in sin and woe,
The gospel's voice attend,
Which Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.

No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame :
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor and blind and lame; All things are ready; sinner, come; For every trembling soul there's room.

Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,

And faithful is his name. Backsliding souls, return and come; Cast off despair, there yet is room.

Compelled by bleeding love, Ye wandering sheep, draw near! Christ calls you from above; His charming accents hear! Let whosoever will now come, In mercy's breast there yet is room. JAMES BODEN.

1777.

INVITATION.

COME, says Jesu's sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!

Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed this barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!

Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye whose swollen and sleepless eyes
Long to see the morning rise;

Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,

In strong remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest, eternal, sacred, sure.

1812.

ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD.

LORD JESUS, GOD AND MAN.

LORD Jesus, God and man,

For love of men a child,

The very God, yet born on earth
Of Mary undefiled;

Lord Jesus, God and man,

In this our festal day

To thee for precious gifts of grace
Thy ransomed people pray.
We pray for childlike hearts,
For gentle, holy love,
For strength to do thy will below
As angels do above.

We pray for simple faith,

For hope that never faints,
For true communion evermore
With all thy blessed saints.

On friends around us here,

Oh, let thy blessing fall;

We pray for grace to love them well,
But thee beyond them all.

Oh, joy to live for thee!

Oh, joy in thee to die!
Oh, very joy of joys to see
Thy face eternally!

Lord Jesus, God and man,

We praise thee and adore, Who art with God the Father one, And Spirit evermore.

609

SIR HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER

THOU BRIGHTNESS OF THE FATHER'S RAY.

"Splendor Paternæ gloriæ.”

SAINT AMBROSE, Bishop of Milan, was born at Treves, Gaul, in the year 340, and died April 3, 397- He is known

as the Father of Latin hymnology. Saint Augustine, his spiritual son, speaks with much feeling of him as the introducer into the Western Church of responsive or antiphonal singing and of the singing of psalms Twelve unrhymed, but simple and vigorous hymns of a churchly spirit, are attributed to him, of which are the Te Deum, called the Ambrosian Hymn (p. 465), and others.

THOU brightness of the Father's ray,
True Light of light and Day of day,
Light's fountain and eternal spring,
Thou Morn the morn illumining!

Glide in, thou very Sun divine;
With everlasting brightness shine;
And shed abroad on every sense
The Spirit's light and influence.
Thee, Father, let us seek aright,
The father of perpetual light,
The father of almighty grace,
Each wile of sin away to chase.

Our acts with courage do thou fill :
Blunt thou the Tempter's tooth of ill;
Misfortune into good convert,
Or give us grace to bear unhurt.

Our spirits, whatsoe'er betide,
In chaste and loyal bodies guide;
Let faith, with fervor unalloyed,
The bane of falsehood still avoid,

WORTHY THE LAMB!

JAMES ALLEN, a zealous itinerant preacher in connection with the Countess of Huntingdon, was born at Gayle, Yorkshire, June 24, 1734, and died at the same place in 1804. In 1752 he became a Sandemanian, but subsequently preached in a chapel that he built on his estate at Gayle until his death. He was the editor and chief contributor to The Kendall Hymn-Book" (1757, 1761), which contains seventy-one of his productions. His hymn, "Sweet the moments, rich in blessing," was much altered by the Rev. Walter Shirley for the Countess of Huntingdon's collection, and made one of the best. The following is sometimes attributed to Christopher Batty or James Boden, and is usually given with great variation from the original.

1761.

GLORY to God on high!
Let earth and skies reply;
Praise ye his name:
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing loud forevermore,
Worthy the Lamb!

All they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name:
We who have felt his blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Spread his dear name abroad:
Worthy the Lamb!

To him our hearts we raise,-
None else shall have our praise;
Praise ye his name!
Him our exalted Lord,
By us below adored,

We praise with one accord, -
Worthy the Lamb!

If we should hold our peace,
Storms would cry out apace;
Praise ye his name!
Love does our souls inspire
With heavenly, pure desire,
And sets us all on fire,-
Worthy the Lamb!

Join, all the human race,
Our Lord and God to bless ;
Praise ye his name:

In him we will rejoice,
And make a cheerful noise,
And say with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb!

Though we must change our place,
Our souls shall never cease

Praising his name:

To him we'll tribute bring,

Laud him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,
Worthy the Lamb.!

JAMES ALLEN.

"Je te salue, mon certain Rédempteur !"

The REV. D. D. Bannerman is minister of the Free Church at Perth, Scotland The following hymn, together with eleven others mostly translations of Psalms), written in French, was discovered by Felix Bovet, of Neuchatel, in an old Genevese prayer-book, and first published in the sixth volume of the new edition of the works of Calvin by Baum, Cunitz, and Reuss, 1868. It reveals a poetic vein, and a devotional fervor and tenderness, which one would hardly have suspected in the severe logician.

I GREET thee, my Redeemer sure,

I trust in none but thee,

Thou who hast borne such toil and shame
And suffering for me;

Our hearts from cares and cravings vain
And foolish fears set free.

Thou art the King compassionate, Thou reignest everywhere, Almighty Lord, reign thou in us, Rule all we have and are: Enlighten us and raise to heaven, Amid thy glories there.

Thou art the life by which we live; Our stay and strength 's in thee;