CHRIST THE PRIEST FOREVER. 701 When thy statutes I forsake, Then if heavenly dews distil, And my views are bright and clear, While I sit on Zion's hill, Temper joy with holy fear; Keep me watchful, Safe alone while thou art near. When afflictions cloud my sky, When the tide of sorrow flows, When the rod is lifted high, Let me on thy love repose; Stay thy rough wind, When thy chilling east-wind blows. When the vale of death appears, Usher in eternal day. Starting from this dying state, To thy praise attune my lyre; Dwell forever, Dwell on each immortal wire. From the sparkling turrets there, Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way, Often bless thy guardian care, Fire by night, and cloud by day; While my triumphs At my Leader's feet I lay. And when mighty trumpets blown Shall the judgment dawn proclaim, From the central burning throne, Mid creation's final flame, With the ransomed, Judge and Saviour, own my name ! JANE TAYLOR. CHRIST THE PRIEST FOREVER. "Mein Jesu, dem die Seraphinen." My Jesus, if the seraphim, The burning host that near thee stand, Before thy majesty are dim, And veil their face at thy command; How shall these mortal eyes of mine, Yet grant the eye of faith, O Lord, My soul in lowly love doth bend ; Have mercy, Lord of love, for long Thou canst not be ungracious, Lord, Here in thy gracious hands I fall, To thee I cling with faith's embrace: O righteous Sovereign, hear my call, And turn, oh, turn to me in grace! For through thy sorrows I am just, And guilt no more in me is found: Thus reconciled, my soul is bound To thee in endless love and trust. And let thy wisdom be my guide, Nor take thy light from me away; Thy grace be ever at my side, That from the path I may not stray That thou dost love, but evermore In steadfast faith my course fulfil, And keep thy word, and do thy will, Thy love within, thy heaven before! Reach down, and arm me with thy hand, And strengthen me with inner might, That I, through faith, may strive and stand, Though craft and force against me fight: So shall the kingdom of thy love Be through me and within me spread, That honors thee, our glorious Head, And crowneth us in realms above. Yes, yes, to thee my soul would cleave: Oh, choose it, Saviour, for thy throne! Couldst thou in love to me once leave The glory that was all thine own? So honor thou my life and heart That thou mayst find a heaven in me: And, when this house decayed shall be. Then grant the heaven where now thou art. To thee I rise in faith on high: Oh, bend thou down in love to me! Let nothing rob me of this joy, That all my soul is filled with thee : As long as I have life and breath, Thee will I honor, fear, and love ; And when this heart hath ceased to move, Yet love shall live and conquer death. WOLFGANG CHRISTOPH DESSLER, 1692. Translated by CATHERINE WINKWORTH, 1858. Thou saidst, "What art thou seeking?" "O Lord! that I might see!" Oh, then I heard thee speaking: "Believe, and it shall be." Our hope, Lord, faileth never, When thou thy word dost plight: O Lord! I follow thee! FRIEDRICH Freiherr de la MOTTE-FOUQUE. Fouqué, the author of "Undine," was born at Neubrandenberg, Feb. 12, 1777, and died at Berlin, Jan. 23, 1843. MISS FRANCES ELIZABETH Cox was born at Oxford, England, where she lives. She is one of the earliest and most successful translators of German hymns. A THOUSAND years have fleeted, On all who come to thee. Afflicted, poor, and blind, Dark gloom my spirit filling, Although I heard the psalms And felt the waving palms. With tears that fast were flowing, I sought thee through the crowd, For then they cried to me, I came with steps that faltered; ON THE GLORY DEPICTED ROUND THE HEAD OF THE SAVIOUR. A BLAMELESS fancy it perchance might be Which first with glory's radiant halo crowned thee; Art's reverent homage, eager all should see But if thine outward image had been such, Though conscious even touch was fraught with healing! More truly, but more darkly, prophecy A man of sorrows, and with grief acquainted. JOHN BAKEWELL was born in Derbyshire in 1721, and began to preach in 1744- He afterwards removed to London, and became one of the circle which included the Wesleys, Toplady, Madan, and others. Thomas Olivers is said to have composed his hymn, "The God of Abraham praise," at his house. He died in Lewisham in 1819 Toplady published the following hymn in his collection in 1776, after having made alterations in it to make it meet his views. HAIL, thou once despised Jesus! Who didst free salvation bring: 1760 Hail, thou universal Saviour, PRAISE TO JESUS! Who hast borne our sin and shame! By whose merits we find favor; Life is given through thy name. Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins were on thee laid; By almighty Love appointed, Thou hast full atonement made: Every sin may be forgiven Through the virtue of thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven; Peace is made 'twixt man and God. Jesus, hail enthroned in glory, There forever to abide; All the heavenly hosts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side: There for sinners thou art pleading: "Spare them yet another year"; Thou for saints art interceding, Till in glory they appear. Worship, honor, power, and blessing, For his love's inviting call, For the grace and truth he brought, For the crown of thorns he wore; For the radiant rising dawn, For his glorious reign on high, For his parting promise dear For the pledge that we shall rise, That our Friend our Judge shall be. All redeeming bounty gives, 703 WILLIAM BALL. THE HUMILIATION AND GLORY OF CHRIST. THE head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. The highest place that heaven affords Is his, is his by right The King of kings, and Lord of lords, And heaven's eternal light. The joy of all who dwell above, CHRIST THE LAMB ENTHRONED. HARK! ten thousand harps and voices Well may angels bright and glorious Meet it is that we should sing 66 Glory, glory to our King." Sing how Jesus came from heaven, Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth: When we think of love like thine, Lord, we own it love divine. King of glory, reign forever! Thine an everlasting crown; Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own: Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face. JAMES MONTGOMERY, one of the most popular of English hymn-writers, was for thirty-one years editor of a liberal newspaper in Sheffield. He was the son of a Moravian minister, and was born Nov. 4. 1771, in Ayrshire, Scotland. Like Cowper, whom he resembles in other traits, Montgomery distrusted his religious character, and did not connect himself with the Moravian Church until his forty-third year. His hymns are expressions of his own feelings, and though not all poems in the highest sense, are, as he said himself, "acceptable vehicles of expression of the experience of his fellow-creatures during the pilgrimage of the Christian life." Montgomery died April 30, 1854. He was the patron of Ebenezer Elliott. HARK, the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore: "Hallelujah! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign!" Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main. CHRIST THE LAMB ENSHRINED. 705 The saints who now with Jesus sleep, Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we How loud shall our glad voices sing Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we When Jesus we in glory meet, Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, THE GLORY OF THE LORD. BRIGHT the vision that delighted Round the Lord in glory seated "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, Unto thee be glory given, Heaven is still with glory ringing, "Lord of hosts, the Lord most High!" Ever thus in God's high praises, God-ward at his mystic rite: Bid we thus our anthem flow: This processional hymn for Palm Sunday is said to have been composed by ST. THEODULPH at Metz, or, as others will have it, at Angers, while imprisoned on a false accusation, and to have been sung by him from his dungeon window, or by choristers instructed by him, as the Emperor Louis le Débonnaire, son of Charlemagne, and his Court were on their way to the Cathedral. The good bishop was immediately liberated. St Theodulph, whose hymns were thought the best of the age in which he lived, was abbot of a Benedictine monastery at Florence, but at the invitation of Charlemagne removed to France, where he died in 821, Bishop of Orleans. GLORY and honor and laud be to thee, King Christ, the Redeemer! Children before whose steps raised their hosannas of praise. Israel's Monarch art thou, and the glorious offspring of David, Thou that approachest a king blessed in the name of the Lord. Glory to thee in the highest the heavenly armies are singing: Glory to thee upon earth man and creation reply. Met thee with palms in their hands that day the folk of the Hebrews: We with our prayers and our hymns now to thy presence approach. They to thee proffered their praise for to herald thy dolorous Passion; We to the King on his throne utter the jubilant hymn. They were then pleasing to thee, unto thee our devotion be pleasing; Merciful King, kind King, who in all goodness art pleased. They in their pride of descent were rightly the children of Hebrews: Hebrews are we, whom the Lord's Passover maketh the same. |