BISHOP KEN. My soul, when I shake off this dust, Give me a place at Thy saints' feet, O may I always ready stand, Glory to Thee in light array'd, Who light Thy dwelling-place hast mad The sun, in its meridian height, With thought and love of Thy great name. Blest Jesu, Thou on heaven intent, My soul, how canst thou weary grow Shine on me, Lord, new life impart, 395 The Traveller's Hymn. How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! In foreign realms, and lands remote, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, And breathed in tainted air. Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil, Think, O my soul! devoutly think, Confusion dwelt on every face, And fear in every heart, When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs, O'ercame the pilot's art. Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord! Thy mercy set me free; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on Thee. For though in dreadful whirls we hung * See ante, page 32. VOL. IV. ADDISON. I knew Thou wert not slow to hear, The storm was laid, the winds retired, The sea that roar'd at Thy command, In midst of dangers, fears, and death, I'll praise Thee for Thy mercies past, My life, it Thou preserv'st my life, And death, if death must be my doom, Creation's Testimony. The spacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim: Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land Soon as the evening shades prevail, Whilst all the stars that round her burn, What though in solemn silence all 2 L 397 In Reason's ear they all rejoice, JOSEPH HART. This gifted and warm-hearted man was forty-eight years of age before he began to preach. The Independent Chapel, Jewin Street, London, was the scene of his brief ministrations, but during the eight years of his public career he had attained an uncommon popularity; and when he was buried in Bunhill Fields, it is said that twenty thousand persons were present. Over his grave they sang his own hymn, "Sons of God, by blest adoption." He was born about 1712, and died May 24, 1768.* Gethsemane. Jesus, while He dwelt below, As divine historians say, 'Twas a garden, as we read, When from noise He would be free, Then He sought Gethsemane. Thither, by their Master brought, * Gadsby's "Memoirs of Hymn Writers." |