PACIFIC CHRISTIAN MESSENGER, FRIDAY, MAY 14, 1880. Some Hymns and Hymn Writers. well-known hymn of Cowper’s begin­ shining light of an open Christian life LILIAN LU. ning “ God moves in a mysterious way,” the last he wrote for the “ Olney Hymn Book,” compiled by himself and John Newton, and com­ posed after an attack of madness, in which he attempted to drown himself, and was frustrated by the driver’s providentially losing his road. Poor Cowper! Not until after this life did he realize “ God is his own interpreter, and he will make it plain.” As Mrs. Browning has sung of him : Coleridge says Luther did as much for the Reformation by his hymns as by his translation of the Bible. And truly the hymns come second in our hearts only to the sweet old chapters which have taught us that “ man does not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of 'the mouth of God.” Can anything else, truly, be dearer than the old, old hymns, “learned by heart' at> a ' “ O Poets ! from a maniac's tongue was poured the deathless singing, mother’s knee, and associated with O Christians ! to your cross of hope a every sacred history of childhood and hopeless hand is clinging— youth ? The memory of the dead O men-! this man in brotherhood, your jtasses into them, and all that is soft, weary steps beguiling, and gentle, and pure and penitent, | Groaned only when he taught you peace, awakes in the heart at the sound of and died while ye were smiling.” their familiar music. The fit st lisp- Dr. Watts’ Hymns are dear and ings of sur infant tongues, they are familiar to every heart. Who does the last faint murmur of our dying not know “ When I survey the lips, and, perchance, may break forth wondrous Cross,” “ When I can read fro"' ransomed souls when they my title clear,” “ Am I a soldier of the first drink in the glories of the New Cross,” etc. It is said that his Jerusalem, the beautiful city of God. •“Not all the blood of beasts What heart does not grow tenderer, On Jewish altars slain,” aye, and stronger, and more heroic, converted a Jewess. singing “ Rock of Ages ?” What The familiar dox’ology, “ Praise God language more fitly confesses our own from whom all blessings flow,” was nothingness and His Almightiness ? written by Thomas Ken, chaplain to “ Nothing in my hand I bring, Charles II., which ‘ merry monarch ” Simply to Thy cross I cling. he frequently and fearlessly reproved for his vices. Macaulay says of him Bock ot Ages, cleft for me, “ that his moral character sustains a Let toe hide myself in- Thee." ~J— comparison with any in ecclesiastical And do not our eyes grow dim as history, and seems to approach, as mingled with the passionate prayer of neaj as any human infirmity permits, those solemn words comes the memory te the ideal of Christian perfection.” of a vojcc that is still, of scenes of long “ I love Thy kingdom, Lord,” claims ago, of love that has survived the Dr' Timothy Dwight, President of grave, upon which hope has faded Yale College, for its author. That only to bloom again in immortelles ? familiar hymn so associated with the Toplady, a Calvinist, born in Eng­ tenderest experiences of religious life, land, in 1740, wrote the hymn, as also “Just as I am,” was written by Char­ the familiar one, “ When languor and lotte Elliot, the daughter of an- Eng- disease invade.” He died at the early feh - minister. Her life was • fnHof- age of* thirty-eight—not having “all tribulation and long and wearisome died,’ as old Horace hath it—“ non sickness. Her physician brought the omntie nutria# ’’—but living'in heartsj hymn to her, one day, printed on who gratefully cherish the author of “ ffork ’ < .f—Ages^—Gladstone haa- leaflets, with the remark, ‘J know this will please you ’ — Ignorant o? the translated the hymn into Latin, and fact that it was her own production. how majestic do the grand old words “ Wo speak of the realms of the sound in that stately and sonorous blest,” a favorite hymn in the Chris­ tong in,- ! tian Hymnbook, was written by a "Jesus, pro me perforatus, young English lady just a few weeks Condar intra tuum latus, before her death, at the early age of Tu per.lympham proflentum Tu per sanguiuem tepentem, twenty-four. She was the wife of In peccata mi redunda Thos. Mills, Esq., M P. Tolle culpam aordes munda. “ The familiar missionary hymn, “ Nil in manu mecum fero, 'From Greenland’s icy mountains,” Sed me versus crucem gero ; was written by Bishop Heber, one Vestimenta nudus oro, afternoon, at an hour’s notice. His Opera debilis imploro. father-in-law, Dr. Shipley, told him, Fontem Christi qusero immundus Nisi laves moribundus.” one Saturday afternoon (knowing his The* ‘ Stabat Mater ” and “ Dies facility for composing) that he intend­ Ira ” were the most well-known of ed preaching a missionary sermon the ti e seven great hymns of the early next day, and wanted a hymn for the Church. “ Dies Tree ” wat written by occasion. He went out for a short Thomas of Celano, and translated by while, and returned with the grand old Sir Walter Sgott. in his “ Lay of the words which bring home the Macedon­ Last Minstrel.” He is said to have ian cry with irresistible force to every repeated a stanza of this translation Christian heart. “ Nearer, my God», to Thee, in itself on his death-bed. The “ Te Deum ” chanted every both prayer and sermon, as well as the Sunday in the Episcopal churches is sweetest and dearest of hymns to said to have been composed and sung myriads of hearts aspiring heaven­ by St. Ambrose, in the third century, ward and Godward, was written as a when he baptized St. Augustine. memorial of answered prayer by Mrs. “Jerusalem, my happy home” was Sarah Flower Adams. In her last written in the sixteenth century, hours, with almost her last breath, she author unknown, and the original burst into unconscious song. “ My faith looks up to Thee,” was hymn “O mother dear, Jerusalem” written by Dr. Ray Palmer, in 1830. was a very long one cf about thirty- " How firm a Foundation,” by Thomas- four stanzas, from whicn the familiar Keith, in 1787. “ Jesus, Lover of my version has been abbreviated. It was Soul, ” by Wesley. _ sung by martyrs marching to the stake The history and ^jnission of that to strengthen their h< leants by. visions sweet hymn of Phcebe Cary’s, "A high they were of the Holy City whii - - ■» J sweetly solemn thought,” has been too gaining through rack, and flame and torture. The hymns of the Wesleys frequently told to need repetition. We find hymns and spiritual songs helped wonderfully to roll on the tide of the great religious enthusiasm in the writings of almost all the poets which swept over two continents. from Pope to Tennyson, and Mrs. " All hail the power of Jesus’ name,” Browning; even from those from the grand old Coronation hymn, was whom we should least expect 4ny re­ written by Edward I’erronet, a ligious expression of feeling whatever. Methodist minister and bosom friend And hence w'e draw one of the many of Charles Wesley. “ When all thy lessons a larger experience of human merries, oh ! my God,” was composed hearts and human lives teaches us, ¿y Joseph Addison, after a provident­ that religion, that " devotion to some­ ial escape from a shipwreck during a thing afar,” is almost sure to exist in storm off the coast of Genoa. And every fine nature, though it may not almost every one has heard of the always, alas ! come to the bright and and profession. Worship, that natural instinct of the soul,, cropping out in idolatry where there is no revelation, bursts forth into sacred song even •from the lips of those whose lives know no sacred law. Even Tom Moore, though sensuous and bacchan­ alian, has turned from his Anacreontic lays to write that tenderest of con­ dolatory hymns sung for comforting at the bier and funeral, and indeed, as balm for all disconsolate hearts, “ where’er they languish.” And so the hymn, “ As down in the sunless re­ treats of the ocean,” was written by the same man who composed “ When the wine-cup is beaming before us.” Pope’s “ Universal Prayer,” Coleridge’s " Ancient Mariner,” Bums’ “ Cotter’s Saturday Night,” and his exquisite little poem: “ O, gently soan your brother-man, Still gentler sister-woman ; Tho’ they may gang and kennin wrang, To step aside is human,” are all founded upon an inspiration which could have sprung only from the lovely spirit of the New Testa­ ment scriptures: love towards God and towards man. The first named of these has been called deistical, but surely the spirit of Christ is there : “ Teach me to feel another’s woe, To hide the faults I see r The mercy I to other show, ----- That mercy show to me.”- - Is there not, here, a suggestion of the verse, “ For charity shall cover a multitude of sins,” and the fifth peti­ tion of the model prayer ? And Mrs. Browning’s poems might be called “ hymns out of church,” the “ heart’s sweet scripture,” filled with offerings of loftiest devotion, for the Lord whfun she served. Listen to this sonnet­ hymn, and let us sing it in our prayers, when they silently ascend from the heart in our hours of weari ness and faintness: “ Speak lqy to me, my Savior, I qw and sweet, From oat the hallelujahs—sweet and low, Lest I should fear, and fall, and miss Thee so, Who art not missed by any that entreat— Speak to me as to Mary» at Thy feet. And if no precious gems my hands bestow, Let my tears fall like amber while I go In search of Thy divinest voice, complete In humanest affection.” And again, what sound Christian philosophy and faith, the experience and the hope worked by Tribulation, does she. evince when she writes : “ I think we are too ready with com­ plaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope, Indeed, beyond the zenith and the slope , Of yon grey bank of sky, we might be faint To muse upon eternity’s constraint Bound our aspirant souls. But since the scope Must widen early, is it well to droop For a few days, consumed In loss and taint? O, pusillanimous Heart, be comforted t" And again : *' O, brothers, let us leave* the shame and sin Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief ! holy, herein, That by the grief of One, came all our good.” Being dead, she yet speaketh—and may we not be of those who, “ having ears, hear not, neither understand,” but may we use the divine voice of poetry as an inspiration to holy living and peaceful dying. There are serene hights, even in this life, where we may find, not only “ repose,” but peace; mounts of transfiguration, whereon visions of him whom our souls love shall be revealed. unto us. By climbing oft, we shall attain. Who shall faint or grow weary, looking up­ ward ?—Standard. —The skeptical world is fond of affirming the decay and predicting the overthrow of Christianity. Mean­ while the current of actual events sets strongly the other way. For example, the permanent Method’st Church Extension Fund now amounts to 9342,000, with enough pledged to make it $500,000. The Christian Advocate says this means at least two churches every week forever. Unexpected Things. things in such a muss, but one thing- he expects, deserves, and receives, is a An eaay md before the Social and Literary Society of the Christian Church, Salem, Oregon. curtain lecture of unusual length when he returns in the evening. Could we always calculate with The young woman whose sole am­ certainty upon just what the future bition is good looks, fine array, and held in store for us, then we would merely showy accomplishments, who never have to repent a mistake made; sits with folded hands, waiting for we could avoid all that is unpleasant, these to bring a wealthy lover to her and even the weakest of us could ac­ feet, finds as the years speed by, that complish jvonders of goodness, for men of wealth and sense—and they there are but few who- deliberately must haVb pretty good sense to ac­ lead aimless, purposeless lives; all cumulate wealth—or if accumulated have some standard of excellence, even for them by other heads and hands, if completely failing to attain it. Most they must have sense to keep it— persons try once but it is not every such men seek for more than a fleeting one who would, figuratively speaking, show when seeking a wife. The ex­ “ walk through floods and - flames ” to quisite dandy who struts about town, t accomplish their object, for we often turning neither hand nor brain to use- ‘ find even though we have a “ castiron” ful account because “ dad’s ” rich, and determination, “ There’s many a slip moves with the select, will realize twixt the cup and the lip,” while the contrary to his expectations, fools are “ Best laid plans of mice and men, ignored, while, it takes industry, aft gang agleeJ. honor, and honesty to win after all. Triumph does not always await the The real, tangible, seldom reaches the resolute and daring, for sometimes standard of the ideal, for the unex­ great results are achieved by the pected intervenes and changes not. weak and fearing. While the most only our purposes but our desires. important events, either for good or Love comes in an unlooked for mo­ evil which hajve occurred in our in­ ment, and the loved and accepted, dividual histories or the history of our nation, can be charged to the unex­ rarely resembles the ideal, yet we may pected things, which changed the cur­ not realize this for when we love the rent of thought and motive. This ideal changes. Often the unexpected truth is foffflil home to us after each betters our „condition, but we fail to political campaign, for nine times out appreciate and grasp the good, because —------- —— of ten the politician who wireworks, it is unheralded: —v In the calm heat of a summer day a plots and plans most finds, when de­ sudden tempest arises, seeming to feated, to bis cost, h'e has not made quench the brightness of the sunshine, due allowance for the simple unex­ and while we hear the dismal howling pected. Many persons at the beginning of of the wind, and nature’s face is the new year form good resolves, and clouded and tearful, we almost dispair knowing wherein they have failed be • of ever again beholding sunbeams. fore, they feel “ forewarned and fore­ But suddenly the sun bursts forth, armed,” but unexpected things sweep and (we, who at best—with all of over the heart, carrying away good science and philosophy to yield us resolutions like the flood which sweeps knowledge, are but creatures of im­ pulse, forget the storm and bask in all before its' force and fury. In a lath periodical were these lines, the sunlight. The fragrant apple blossoms, in “ An unanswered letter, an appoint­ front of Fanny’s window, whisper to ment broken, a train missed, may for nil , t-hd color of our each other> «« they are gently fanned- — whole existance.” How true it is that by the airy zephyr, we will be rosy these | little unexpected hindrances cheeked apples some day, but Fanny may make our mar our lives. . Many leans her pretty head out of the an unexpected delay has caused a life­ window,and her white hand ruthlessly time of happiness or misery. 'Many breaks them off, as she says, “ How an unexpected letter has changed a lovely and sweet they are, I need day of gloom into a day of rejoicing, these to wear to-night.” But the or has brought into a happy life a poor little blossoms are reconciled to neverending sorrow. An unexpected this unexpected turn of affairs, when arrival either brings pleasure or dis­ placed in Fanny’s glossy curls. 1 he tree with its thick evergreen appointment. foliage, and wide-spreading branches, An act of kindness, by one we least says, “ See .’ behold me .' in my strength expected it of, will give more real pleasure than the looked for kindness and beauty, note the benefit I am, 1 of our best (friends. A rebuff where shade frgm the scorching sun, and we expected sympathy, hurts worse shelter from the driving storm but than the malice of our enemies. And the woodman noting its fine propor­ ah ! what destiny for weal or woe oft tions, hews it down, and chops, hangs upon an unexpected answer ? planes, saws, an«l polishes it, and men We may strive for years with patient beholding, say the tree is destroyed, study to understand some important all this but destines it for the grand truth, and often the unexpected events furniture of a parlor in the king’» of one short hour vAill reveal it, and palace. Oh ' could we but accept the unex­ overthrow the settled convictions of a lifetime. The unexpected oftenest pected, believing it best, even though happens, and either falls with crush­ we do not understand the mysteries of ing weight, or lifts from us heavy God’s why and wherefore. For he burdens, and proclaims to the world alone can and doe# take into con­ sideration the influence of unexpected our real character. We may gain wisdom by experience, things. Ah' the unexpected things yet each day, finds us coping with un­ they are what change our lives, thwart expected things. There is no human our plans, and mould us after all. mind so deep that it can comprehend H ildegarde . and compute the sorrow and joy that From the drift of newspaper the unexpected brings. sentiment, it would appear that the The young man who calls upon his only hope of this country rests in the lady love with the intention of an name of one of half a dozen men, the avowal of his affections, confidently expecting a favorable answer, and record of none of whom is above re­ finds her swinging on the gate in the proach, The plain truth is, we can­ moonlight, talking soft nonsense to number men by the thousand who are- another, and contemplates suicide on able to administer the affairs of this t account of it, evidently has not made country honestly and well, and that in- more than can be said of some of the due allowance for the unexpected. Plain The woman who has just finished a more prominent candidates. rectitude and moral firmness are the large washing, and barely has time to brilliancy and dash and astuteness- set a scrap dinner, and has not found the time, to tidy herself, her house, or that are the chief claims of some, are her children, is scarcely equal to meet­ the great reasons why they should re­ ing her husband with a smile, as he ceive a call to privacy.— Ex. walks in with unexpected company, A does of Yankee Cough Syrup taken at while he, poor man, forgetting it was bed-time will insure you a good night'» Monday, scarcely expects to find rest from oonghing.