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<title>The Hymn as Literature, by Jeremiah Bascom Reeves</title>

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<description>Literary analysis of hymnody.</description>
<firstPublished>1924</firstPublished>
<pubHistory>Frequently reprinted.</pubHistory>
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<published>New York: The Century Co., 1924</published>
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<li>Based on volunteer work at Distributed Proofreaders, pgdp.net</li>
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<div1 class="box" title="The Hymn As Literature" prev="toc" next="preface" id="ttlpage">
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<h1 id="ttlpage-p0.2">THE
<br />HYMN AS LITERATURE</h1>
<p class="center" id="ttlpage-p1"><span class="small" id="ttlpage-p1.1">BY</span>
<br /><span class="sc" id="ttlpage-p1.3">JEREMIAH BASCOM REEVES, Ph.D.</span>
<br /><span class="small" id="ttlpage-p1.5"><span class="sc" id="ttlpage-p1.6">Professor of English, Westminster College</span></span></p>
<p class="center" id="ttlpage-p2">THE CENTURY CO.
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<p class="center" id="ttlpage-p3"><span class="small" id="ttlpage-p3.1">Copyright, 1924, by
<br /><span class="sc" id="ttlpage-p3.3">The Century Co.</span></span></p>
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<br /><span class="sc" id="ttlpage-p5.4">and to</span>
<br />LILLIAN REEVES WYATT
<br /><span class="small" id="ttlpage-p5.7">I DEDICATE THIS BOOK</span></p>
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</div1>

<div1 title="Preface" prev="ttlpage" next="d1" id="preface">
<h2 id="preface-p0.1">PREFACE</h2>
<p id="preface-p1">The hymn as the most ancient type of literature
and as a most pervasive and powerful kind of poetry
has not had its just dues from the critics. They
have not so much frowned upon the hymn as they
have given it a sort of deferential toleration, exempting
it from its liabilities as well as its rights
in the realm of letters. Of the scores of books about
hymns not one, so far as I know, has sought definitely
to bound and describe the hymn as the small
but rich province of poetry that it is.</p>
<p id="preface-p2">The student of the hymn must own his obligation
to John Julian’s great “<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/julian_j" id="preface-p2.1">Dictionary of Hymnology</a>”
and to such other authorities as Duffield, Miller, and
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/brownlie" id="preface-p2.2">Brownlie</a>, as well as to the excellent work of Dr.
Benson, Dr. Breed,
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/nutter/hymnwriters.html" id="preface-p2.3">Dr. Nutter and Dr. Tillett</a>,
Mr. Price, Mr. Ninde and others.</p>
<p id="preface-p3">This book began as a task and grew into rather
an enthusiasm. I owe many thanks to Professors
J. Q. Adams, Clark S. Northup, F. C. Prescott of
Cornell University, and especially to Professor
Martin W. Sampson, a critic kind, severe, and
inspiring.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="I. The Hymn" prev="preface" next="d2" id="d1">
<pb n="3" id="d1-Page_3" />
<h1 id="d1-p0.1">THE
<br />HYMN AS LITERATURE</h1>
<h2 id="c1">CHAPTER I
<br /><span class="small" id="d1-p0.4">THE HYMN</span></h2>
<p id="d1-p1">It is remarkable that English literary criticism
has given so little attention to a form of literature
that holds so large a place in the attention of the
people as does the hymn. For the hymn is the most
popular kind of English poetry. If this appear to
be an immoderate statement, let the objector find
and bring forward another type of poetry that is
read so frequently by so many people and, at least
apparently, with so much approval. If one should
count the number of persons in any English-speaking
town who had read epic poetry during the
last week, or who had read dramatic poetry, or, excepting
one book, who had read fifty lines of lyrical
poetry, he would find the number relatively quite
small. But last week in a small American city
there were thirty-seven hundred persons who read
or went over at least three hymns. That there
were three times thirty-seven hundred readings of
lyrical poetry by the people of a typical small community
in the ordinary course of its affairs in one
<pb n="4" id="d1-Page_4" />
week is a fact of real significance to the student
of American life and literature.</p>
<p id="d1-p2">To remember that this popular esteem accorded
the hymn extends throughout all countries where
the English language is spoken, is to be assured
that verse is alive and powerful in the world to-day.</p>
<p id="d1-p3">It is a fact that the largest single edition of any
merchantable book in the United States up to 1912
was the first edition of a volume of lyrical verse, a
hymn-book. And the enormous first edition of that
book was followed in the same year by two other
printings. Between July, 1905, and December,
1920, it had passed through thirty-two printings.
The sale of this book, according to a statement
by the publishers, has been something over two
million copies. It should be remarked that this is
but one book of but one branch of the Christian
church in the United States. In England there
is a single collection of hymns that has far out-distanced
this; before the beginning of the World
War it had reached an output of no fewer than
sixty million copies. These two collections, the
English “Hymns Ancient and Modern” and the
American “Methodist Hymnal,” are of course by
no means all of the hymn-books; they are but
two among hundreds of similar collections. In
this country the “Methodist Hymnal,” although
it is the largest in point of numbers issued, has many
great companions in the field. The Baptist, Congregational,
Presbyterian, and
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.html" id="d1-p3.1">Protestant Episcopal</a>
<pb n="5" id="d1-Page_5" />
hymn-books are notable for the extent of their
circulation. There are many other hymnals issued
by various branches of the church, as for example,
the Friends and the Unitarians. The Roman Catholics
have a number of good books of English hymns.</p>
<p id="d1-p4">Besides these there are several standard hymnals
issued by great publishing houses, which have wide
circulation. The Anglican “Hymns Ancient and
Modern,” vastly as it is distributed, is not an official
hymn-book of the Church of England; there
are scores of other Church of England hymn-books.
In the British Isles, besides these, there are many
great hymnals, great both in quality and in point
of wide distribution, issued by the Irish, Scottish,
Roman Catholic, and Non-Conforming churches.
It is much the same in Canada, South Africa, and
Australasia. The English hymn holds wide sway
wherever the English language is spoken.</p>
<p id="d1-p5">Of smaller general distribution than those just
mentioned, yet mounting into enormous numbers,
are the hymn-books of particular religious societies
and minor independent organizations. One of the
Mormon hymn-books, for example, is now in its
twenty-fifth edition, the editions having been of ten
thousand volumes each. There is a small religious
body, made up originally from Swiss, German, and
Dutch immigrants, called Mennonites. This comparatively
minute branch of the church has issued,
according to information received from its publishing
house, about two hundred thousand copies. A
collection of songs, mainly ephemeral and not always
<pb n="6" id="d1-Page_6" />
innocuous, is printed endlessly; this type of
book would hardly be mentioned here did it not almost
invariably include a number of the worthy
hymns without which it could not well stand alone.
Astonishingly large numbers of hymn-books are
brought out by standard publishing houses. One of
these, “The American Hymnal,” containing 726
hymns, has had a sale of nearly one hundred thousand
copies; another, “The Army and Navy
Hymnal,” is in use in every camp, on every ship,
and in every naval station of the United States.
Another, “Hymns of Worship and Service,” has
had an output of well over half a million copies.
Another, “Hymnal for American Youth,” sells at
the rate of fifty thousand copies a year. This last
is a book designed for young persons, containing
342 lyrics; it is but one of the twenty-two hymn-books
published by a single publishing house. It
should be noted, too, that none of these are pamphlets
or anything less than standard full-cloth
octavo books selling at standard prices. Details
like these indicate a wide popularity for the hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d1-p6">By the term “hymn-book” as it is used throughout
this volume is meant no particular compilation
of hymns, but that <i>corpus</i> of religious lyrical verse
selected by a remarkably distinct consensus of
taste, and constituting, with slight variations, the
body of every good collection.</p>
<p id="d1-p7">The hymn itself may be defined as a lyrical composition
expressive of religious aspiration, petition,
<pb n="7" id="d1-Page_7" />
confession, communion, or praise; a song devoted to
the fellowship of souls and the worship of God.
In its broader sense the term includes canticles,
psalms, carols, “spirituals,” and chants; in its more
limited sense it includes only religious lyrics in
rime and meter—in a style of very definite and narrow
restrictions. The good hymn combines in quite
remarkable effect the straitest simplicity, clarity,
dignity, and melody, rich ideas about the basic
matters of life and death, with strong emotion under
sure control.</p>
<p id="d1-p8">It seems safe to state without any reservations
that this type, of all forms of English poetry to-day,
stands first in popular favor. The hymn-book—the
fairly uniform compilation of the standard
hymns of the English language—is published and
sold to an extent not approached by the publications
of any other types of poetry.</p>
<p id="d1-p9">And the hymn-book does not merely reach an
enormous printing; it is actually opened and read
more often than any other book of poetry. This
fact becomes more apparent as one endeavors to
call to mind other books of verse that begin to rival
the hymn-book in this respect. Further, when
verses from the hymn-books are being used it is not
infrequent that two persons are reading the same
page at the same time, while others may be repeating
the lyric from memory without any book—as
Lincoln and Roosevelt are said usually to have
done. Of course many persons may read more
often from Shakspere or Byron or Edgar Guest;
<pb n="8" id="d1-Page_8" />
some may never open a hymn-book. The statement
here is that among English-speaking people generally,
the sum of times that the hymn-book is taken
up and read is larger than the sum of times that
any other book of poetry is read.</p>
<p id="d1-p10">This sway of the religious song in the lives of
American people is not a new thing; the hymn has
maintained a lyrical regnancy continuously and from
the very first. And the hymn, though essentially
deep-moving and intimate, has nevertheless exerted
its power at times in a quite regal and dramatic
manner.</p>
<p id="d1-p11">It is with an outburst of religious song that the
curtain goes up on the whole drama of America.
American history opens with the singing of a Christian
hymn. On the evening of September 25, 1492,
one of the companions of Columbus saw what he
thought to be land lying dimly in the west. Though
it was not America yet, still, over those strange
waters rang out the first greeting to America. From
all three of the ships, as Columbus himself gives the
account in his diary, there rose the sound of the
old “Gloria in Excelsis Deo.” Then later, on Friday
night, October 12, when they saw a light glimmering
on the shore of the New World, the cry went
up, and “Salve Regina” swept out over the water.
The Old World was greeting the New World with a
hymn.</p>
<p id="d1-p12">Again, the first English book printed in the Western
hemisphere was the old English hymnal, “The
Bay Psalm Book.” Spanish Roman Catholic
<pb n="9" id="d1-Page_9" />
sailors had come singing hymns; and Anglo-Saxon
Puritan settlers sent back a hymn-book, the first
literary offering of the New World to the Old. It
is worth noting that the offering was well received.
It afterward went through many English editions.
Of course the hymns sung on Columbus’s ships
were in Latin, and the songs of the New England
book were rough-hewn translations of the Psalms
into English verse, but they were all, in the broader
sense of the word, true hymns.</p>
<p id="d1-p13">The great Northwest was opened to civilization
and claimed for France with the singing of hymns.
And La Salle, discovering the mouth of the Mississippi
River, stood on the bank and claimed all
the vast region for France in a ceremony marked by
the singing of three hymns.</p>
<p id="d1-p14">By the New Englanders’ firesides, at their social
gatherings, and on their austere Sabbaths, the
hymns, or metrical psalms, held a large place; and
the emotions and ideals which these lyrics bore
could not but enter into the fiber of the people’s
lives.</p>
<p id="d1-p15">Along the Atlantic coast the Indians could hear
from the clearings of the white men, mingled with
sounds of cattle and barn-yard fowl and busy ax,
here and there from women at their work, from
families in their cabins at night, from gatherings in
groves and log meeting-houses, the sound of hymns.
And there were Indians who learned to sing them.
A letter, for example, to Sir William Ashurst from
New England describes the Indians’ “excellent
<pb n="10" id="d1-Page_10" />
singing the Psalms with most ravishing melody.”
It did not take the Southern slaves long to learn
their masters’ hymns and to make sweet and plaintive
ones of their own. No one can guess how much
the American negro’s hymns have meant to him in
making for consolation and piety and virtue. They
have played, and still play, a large part in his life.</p>
<p id="d1-p16">Scattered details here and there in the records
of past American life indicate even to the casual
reader how intimately religious lyrical verse entered
into that life. “The Bay Psalm Book” was
printed in the modest dwelling of the first president
of Harvard. President Dwight of Yale, chaplain-general
of the Revolutionary Army, edited and
partly wrote what was for years the leading hymn- and
psalm-book in the country. President Davies
of Princeton was in his day a leading American
hymn-writer.</p>
<p id="d1-p17">In 1737, at Charlestown, South Carolina, a young
Oxford graduate, John Wesley, Anglican priest,
chaplain to Oglethorpe, and missionary to the Indians,
published the first real hymn-book—as distinguished
from the metrical psalm-book—of the
Church of England. Thus in America began the
sequence of great English hymn-books.</p>
<p id="d1-p18">Among the earliest extant writing in the hand
of George Washington is the transcription of a
hymn.<note n="1" id="d1-p18.1">Jared Sparks, “Life and Writings of Washington,” Vol. XII,
p. 299. Little, Brown, and Company, Boston, 1855.</note>
Thomas Jefferson and John Adams were
warmly interested in hymns. In their correspondence,
<pb n="11" id="d1-Page_11" />
after they had retired from Washington, the
two old chieftains carried on a discussion of
hymnody. They seemed to agree upon the Psalms
as the greatest of all lyrical poetry. In a letter of
advice to young Isaac Englebrecht, Jefferson transcribed
Tate and Brady’s version of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 15" id="d1-p18.2" parsed="|Ps|15|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.15">fifteenth Psalm</scripRef>,
“knowing,” he says, “nothing more moral,
more sublime, more worthy of your preservation.”</p>
<p id="d1-p19">Benjamin Franklin was particularly fond of the
lyrics of Isaac Watts. The first book issued from
Franklin’s press in Philadelphia was an edition of
Watts’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.html" id="d1-p19.1">Psalms and Hymns</a>.”
To a friend, Mrs.
Newsom, when she visited him during his last hours,
he quoted several of the lyrics of Watts, “discoursing
at length upon their sublimity.” Joel Barlow,
poet of the Revolution, and later minister to France,
was a writer of hymns and editor of a notable
American hymn-book. John Quincy Adams translated
the whole Book of Psalms into English verse,
besides writing the large number of hymns in his
“Poems of Religion and Society.”</p>
<p id="d1-p20">The hymn is so much interwoven in the fabric of
our past and present that it seems gratuitous to
mention instances of the use of hymnody in familiar
life. One must leave to the imagination, and to intimate
recollections, evaluation of the worth of the
hymn as a force in strengthening ties of fellowship
and of sanctity, in giving voice to the otherwise
unuttered grief or desire, and in bearing to those
in need of it consolation and hope and courage.</p>
<p id="d1-p21">One might go on with innumerable details indicating
<pb n="12" id="d1-Page_12" />
the influence of these lyrics in American life.
For example, Julia Ward Howe’s “Battle Hymn of
the Republic,” written in a dark hour of the Civil
War, and spreading through the camps and marches
like fire, was worth to the Northern cause possibly
more than train-loads of corn and ammunition could
have been in its place. Lincoln was so moved by
it that he broke into tears at the public singing of it.
Lee, on the other side, was finding in the old hymn,
“How Firm a Foundation,” something of strength
and comfort to help him. When Abraham Lincoln
died, the people throughout the North sang the
hymns that he had found helpful in his life. Nor is
it without significance that many thousands of persons
sang together all over the land as memorials to
Garfield and McKinley, and later to Roosevelt, and
to Harding, the hymns that these men had loved.</p>
<p id="d1-p22">Such glimpses as the foregoing indicate that the
small type of lyrical poetry called the hymn has had
a good deal to do, first and last, with the ideas and
emotions of the people of the continent.</p>
<p id="d1-p23">The same may be said of the hymns in English
life. The first literature written on English soil is,
so far as we know, a religious lyric, Cædmon’s
Hymn. The missionaries who went to England with
St. Augustine marched in a procession, singing
hymns, up the strand to where King Ethelbert sat
waiting to receive them. The king gave them a home
in Canterbury, which town they entered, according to
Bede, singing a litany. St. Patrick and his followers
approached the old druids and hostile chiefs
<pb n="13" id="d1-Page_13" />
singing hymns. Among the works of Bede was
“A Book of Hymns in Divers Sorts of Meter and
Rhythm.” There are throngs of incidents in early
English lore indicating the part of hymnody in the
life of the people. Bede tells, for example, of the
famous “Halleluiah victory” of Germanicus over
the Saxons and Picts wherein by a “universal
shouting of Halleluiah” they put the enemy to rout.
King Alfred was so attached to his hymn-book that
he would go nowhere, not even hunting, without it.
Henry VIII, Elizabeth, Mary Stuart, and James I
were authors of hymns. So we may glance down
over the hymns of the Wesleys and the hymns of
the Oxford Movement and on down to the singing
of “O God Our Help in Ages Past” by the English
at the burial of their Unknown Soldier at the close
of the World War.</p>
<p id="d1-p24">An indication of the influence of the hymn in
Scottish life may be found in Burns’s portrayal in
“The Cotter’s Saturday Night”; and Robert Burns
knew the heart of Scotland.</p>
<verse id="d1-p24.1">
<l id="d1-p24.2">They chant their artless notes in simple guise;</l>
<l id="d1-p24.3">They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim;</l>
<l id="d1-p24.4">Perhaps “Dundee’s” wild warbling measures rise,</l>
<l id="d1-p24.5">Or Plaintive “Martyrs,” worthy of the name;</l>
<l id="d1-p24.6">Or noble “Elgin” beets the heavenward flame,</l>
<l id="d1-p24.7">The sweetest far of Scotia’s holy lays. . . .</l>
<l id="d1-p24.8">From scenes like these old Scotia’s grandeur springs</l>
<l id="d1-p24.9">That makes her loved at home, revered abroad.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p25">Hymnody constitutes a part, not only of English
literature, but of all literature. Rich as the English
<pb n="14" id="d1-Page_14" />
language is in hymns, it can claim no preëminence
or priority in the devotional lyric. There were
hymns before there were hieroglyphics. Historically,
the human race was up and singing before sunrise.
Literature itself first appears coming up out
of the old forests with priestly chants. Practically
every literature seems to have had its beginning
in hymnic song and chant. The first piece of French
writing extant, except for a bit of tabulation, the
“Sentiments de Strasbourg,” is a hymn. Charlemagne,
like Ambrose and Gregory and Alfred the
Great, established schools for the teaching of hymn
singing. The first trace of Greek literature is
hymnic. The story of Tyrtæus, whether one reads
it as myth or fact, gives a glimpse of the early
Grecian hymn, and its lyric power to awaken and
transfigure popular sentiment. The Athenians,
bidden by the oracle to send a leader to the Spartans,
sent in guile, as the one man of Athens likely
to be of least service to the rival city, Tyrtæus, a
crippled school-teacher. But their guile misled
them: the crippled school-teacher taught the Spartans
and their children hymns of the gods and songs
of human duty and destiny which so filled their
minds with just ideas and fired their souls with brave
and noble purpose as to reform the state of Sparta.</p>
<p id="d1-p26">The type reached a marvelous state of perfection
early in the life of the Hebrew people. Their greatest
artistic expression was their lyrics of religion.
And they sang them with a will. The hymn singing
of Mount Zion could be heard twelve miles away.
<pb n="15" id="d1-Page_15" />
Their collections of psalms, begun in their early recorded
life, enjoy to-day an enormous popular favor
even translated into modern languages, and they
have been an incalculably powerful influence in forming
the taste and ideals of the Western nations.
“With a psalm,” says Prothero, in his “Psalms in
Human Life,” “we are baptized, married, and
buried.” In this connection he quotes Heine as
saying that in the Book of Psalms are collected the
“sunrise and sunset, birth and death, promise and
fulfillment—the whole drama of humanity.” These
early hymns have strangely permeated European
civilized life since Christianity brought them into
Europe. To-day the English-speaking school-boy
who does not know by heart some of this ancient
hymnic poetry is rightly considered ignorant and
neglected.</p>
<p id="d1-p27">The early Christian centuries echo with Greek
and Latin hymns. Medieval literature comes to
its flower in its religious songs. Some of them are
vigorously alive to-day. The “Dies Iræ” is an example;
Philip Schaff thought it beyond doubt the
greatest song in the world. Lockhart says that Sir
Walter Scott was murmuring its lines as he lay
dying. Dr. Samuel Johnson could never repeat it,
Mrs. Thrale says, without tears. This medieval
hymn has been published, up to 1910, in more than
137 modern English translations. Few other productions
of the Latin language have seen so many
published English renderings.</p>
<p id="d1-p28">If hymnody flourished in medieval Latin, it has
<pb n="16" id="d1-Page_16" />
found even more genial and fertile soil in the Teutonic
languages. The German hymn is a form of
poetry deeply rooted in popular favor, noble in its
aim, and soundly artistic within its scope.</p>
<p id="d1-p29">It is true that only in late years has the indigenous
religious lyric reached the established place
in English poetry that it holds in the German, Latin,
Greek, and Hebrew literatures. It had to struggle
against the strongly intrenched “Psalms in Meter”
and to overcome some very strong and peculiar prejudices
before it came fully to its own. Yet from the
time that English literature, like most other literatures,
opens its story with a hymn, the type of poem
has held its place and performed its incalculably
useful service in English life and literature.</p>
<p id="d1-p30">A book of hymns issued in 1549, and revised and
added to, saw by 1828 more than six hundred
editions. This book, entitled originally “Certayne
Psalms chosen out of the Ebrewe by Thomas Sternhold,”
later known as “Sternhold and Hopkins,”
far surpassed in circulation all other English books
except the Bible and the Prayer-Book. The translation,
made conjointly by thirty American scholars,
of the Psalms from Hebrew into verse—“The Bay
Psalm Book,” Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1640—was
reprinted in 1647 and saw at least twenty
printings in England and six in Scotland. These
hymns, however, were translations. As has been
said, English literature was late in producing its
own indigenous hymnody. The English people
were long content with Latin hymns and the various
<pb n="17" id="d1-Page_17" />
translations of the Hebrew hymnody. But since
the eighteenth century the writing and appreciation
of hymns has grown till the type has become more
and more an element of our poetic wealth. Its
recognition as a province of the great poetry of the
language was for natural reasons slow in coming;
but it has come.</p>
<p id="d1-p31">Yet to call the hymn poetry is to many minds a
new and bold assumption. That this expression of
the human spirit has no right to the name of literature
is a judgment not confined entirely to persons
of a light way of thinking. Certain graver critics,
even as they point out that the crowning glory of
the twelfth and thirteenth centuries was their great,
surging hymns, seem to be unaware of the rich
strain of religious lyrical poetry in our literature
to-day. There is an inclination to fence in what is called
“literary lyrics” as if to fence out “singing
lyrics.” Now there is, of course, a distinction between
poems meant to be sung and poems written
in the pattern of lyrical poetry but never meant to
be sung; but the terminology which classes one kind
as literary, thereby implying that the other kind
is not of the realm of literature, is inaccurate and
unhappy. There may be no objection to saying that
lyric poetry not meant to be sung is literature, but
objection there is to saying that verses meant to be
sung—the true lyrics of the language—are not
literature. The religious lyric belongs to the province of
poetry none the less because it sets itself to music
and is taken up and sung by most of the people.
<pb n="18" id="d1-Page_18" />
The literature of the people is not an alien thing,
apart from them; it is of course expressed at first
by a few elect spokesmen, but after all it is of and
for the many. It cannot be deemed estranged and
aloof. If to be literary is to be cabined, cribbed,
apart from the common mind and heart of the age,
the hymn is not literary. But literature is not thus
penned up away from the people. It springs forth
from the general consciousness as a spring of water
issues from the hillside. And it is assigned to its
place by the social mind. A single wave of popular
favor will not and should not establish any form of
expression as literature; but a general and continuous
acceptance will establish it. A general and
continuous acceptance the hymn has had. True,
the fact may indicate to some persons nothing more
than an innate religiosity in the Anglo-Saxon mind.
However that may be, and however we may limit
the term “literature,” the English-speaking people
do produce largely, read widely, and love profoundly
a form of expression called the hymn. If the form
does in one way or another sing itself into the consciousness
of most people, it may justly be termed
lyrical. And if, expressing grave and noble sentiment
in a style of marked chasteness and decorum,
it is gratifying to the people generally at their more
earnest and most elevated moments, there is little
gain in arguing that it is not literature.</p>
<p id="d1-p32">Still there remains something of a critical tradition
that while the hymn in Greek, Latin, and German
is excellent poetry, it is in English a poor and
<pb n="19" id="d1-Page_19" />
stunted thing. This judgment was virtually true
when Addison stated it and himself wrote three
good hymns as his contribution to modern English
hymnody. It was less true when Johnson repeated
the statement. Addison and Johnson themselves
differed diametrically in their opinions as to hymnody.
Devoted as Addison was to the literature
and lore of Greece and Rome, he nevertheless held,
in “The Spectator,” that the greatest lyrical poetry
of ancient times was that of the Psalms. He urged
that English poets should turn their efforts more
to hymnody. He says:</p>
<blockquote id="d1-p32.1">
<p id="d1-p33">Most of the works of the pagan poets were either direct
hymns to their deities or tended indirectly to the celebration
of their respective attributes and perfections.
Those who are acquainted with the works of Greek and
Latin poets which are still extant will upon reflection find
this observation so true that I shall not enlarge upon it.
One would wonder that more of our Christian poets have
not turned their thoughts this way, especially if we consider
that our idea of the Supreme Being is not only infinitely
more great and noble than what could possibly
enter into the heart of a heathen, but filled with everything
that can raise the imagination and give an opportunity
for the sublimest thoughts and conceptions.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d1-p34">Johnson, to the contrary, held that it was impossible
to write good hymnody. He says in his “Life
of Waller”:</p>
<blockquote id="d1-p34.1">
<p id="d1-p35">It has been the frequent lamentation of good men that
verse has been too little applied to the purposes of worship,
and many attempts have been made to animate devotion
<pb n="20" id="d1-Page_20" />
by pious poetry; that they have very seldom attained
their end is sufficiently known, and it may not be
improper to inquire why they have miscarried. Let no
pious ear be offended if I advance, in opposition to many
authorities, that poetical devotion cannot often please.
The doctrines of religion may indeed be defined in a
didactic poem; and he who has the happy power of arguing
in verse, will not lose it because his subject is sacred.
A poet may describe the beauty and grandeur of nature,
the flowers of the spring, and the harvests of autumn,
the vicissitudes of the tide, and the revolutions of the sky,
and praise his Maker in lines which no reader shall lay
aside. The subject of the disputation is not piety, but the
motives to piety; that of the description is not God, but
the works of God. Contemplative piety, or the intercourse
between God and the human soul, cannot be poetical.
Man admitted to implore the mercy of his Creator, and
plead the merits of his Redeemer, is already in a higher
state than poetry can confer.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d1-p36">The true path lies somewhere between these extremes.
We know that Addison was out of the path
if he meant that Poetry must sit in a pew or wear
a cowl in order to be in the service and praise of
God. All good verses following after truth and
beauty are in the service and honor of God. Addison
seems to imply that hymns exclusively are “sacred”
and the rest of poetry “profane.” The
world knows better now than to say that all outside
the temple gate is profane. Who will say that
“Rescue the Perishing” is more to the glory of
God than “Lycidas”? But however Addison may
<pb n="21" id="d1-Page_21" />
argue over this point, he proves very splendidly
part of his contention, that the English language
has not enough hymns; he wrote two hymns which
still supply an insistent want. He shows that
Johnson is wrong, by the best of proof, by doing
eminently well what Johnson argued could not be
done at all. In the hymn beginning, “The spacious
firmament on high,” he does “make contemplative
piety poetical.” And in the hymn, “When All Thy
Mercies, O My God,” he illustrates how that “poetical”
and that “thanksgiving” may be even best in
the form of poetry. The Psalms are devoted to
“faith, thanksgiving, repentance, and supplication,”
and they are poetical. It is possible to write good
hymns; though it is difficult, and comparatively few
have done it.</p>
<p id="d1-p37">“Scarcely any one of us ever judges our hymns
fairly,” said Matthew Arnold in his Oxford lectures
on Celtic literature. And in the same paragraph,
as if to exemplify this saying, he goes on to say that
“so far as poetry is concerned, while
‘<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/palgrave/sacredsong.html" id="d1-p37.1">The Golden Treasury</a>’
is a monument of a nation’s poetic
strength, the ‘Book of Praise’ [Sir Roundell
Palmer’s collection of hymns] is a monument to a
nation’s weakness.”</p>
<p id="d1-p38">Arnold was here speaking at the climax of his
thesis that the Anglo-Saxon spirit is unlawfully
married to the Semitic spirit, being divorced from
the Indo-European, and specifically, the poetic Celtic
spirit.</p>
<pb n="22" id="d1-Page_22" />
<blockquote id="d1-p38.1">
<p id="d1-p39">And [he says] if—whereas the Semitic genius places
its highest spiritual life in the religious sentiment, and
makes that the basis of its poetry—the Indo-European genius
places its highest spiritual life in the imaginative
reason, and makes that the basis of its poetry, we are none
the better for wanting the perception to discern a natural
law, which is, after all, like every natural law, irresistible;
we are none the better for trying to make ourselves
Semitic, when nature has made us Indo-European, and to
shift the basis of our poetry. We may mean well; all
manner of good may follow us on the way we go; but we
are not on our right road, the road we must in the end
follow.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d1-p40">That, he says, is why our hymns betray a false
tendency and “poetry deserts us in our hymns.”
The great Latin hymns but show that when Indo-Europeans
do make religious sentiment the basis of
their poetry they must do it in the language that is
not alive. “The moment it [poetry] speaks in a living
language, and makes itself the organ of the religious
sentiment only, as in the German and English
hymns, it betrays weakness;—the weakness of false
tendency.”</p>
<p id="d1-p41">The dictum of Arnold about the monuments of
strength has been received with more seriousness
than it ever deserved. Is it true that all English
poetry which has the religious sentiment as its basis
is outworn Hebraism into which the English genius
has fallen? There is no more reason for saying that
English poetry based on the religious sentiment is
alien than for saying that English poetry based on
<pb n="23" id="d1-Page_23" />
any other profound emotion of the heart is alien.
Furthermore, is the Celtic genius alien to lyrics expressive
of the religious sentiment? Among all
modern hymn-singers the Welsh seem to be the most
enthusiastic; and there are no other such inveterate
psalm-singers as the Scotch. The old Irish helped
to civilize Germany and England with their hymns.</p>
<p id="d1-p42">As for the Latin hymns of the Middle Ages, those
of Bernard of Cluny and Bernard of Clairvaux and
St. Francis of Assisi, Thomas Aquinas, Abelard, and
the others were surely not written in a dead language.
Latin was not a dead language in Milton’s
time. Hymnody is alien to no language and no people
except to those lacking religious sentiment and
poetic impulse.</p>
<p id="d1-p43">Despite the growing richness and varied excellence
of the hymn-book, the old critical estimates of
it, made long ago when the hymn as native English
poetry had not come into its own, are still repeated
by many critics. “The Cambridge History of
American Literature,” for example, contains a chapter
by Professor Percy H. Boynton headed “Patriotic
Songs and Hymns.” The reader cannot be
sure from the title whether or not the discussion of
hymns is limited merely to patriotic hymns. He
would suppose that it is so limited when he finds that
nearly as much space is given to “Yankee Doodle”
alone as to the whole subject of American hymns.
But he finds less than three pages devoted to hymnody.
And as he reads on he is likely to feel that
it would have been as well if even less had been said.
<pb n="24" id="d1-Page_24" />
For the discussion is uncritical and unfair. One
could hardly write three pages and call it, without
straining the meaning of words, “history” of American
hymnody; the hymn is too prevalent and too important.
It is as Edmund Clarence Stedman said, in his
“Poets of America,” the “kind of verse which
is, of all, most common and indispensable.” But
even the historian’s three pages are not devoted to
hymnody; they are given over to a strident discussion
of what is not hymnody at all, but doggerel
about which few persons would need instruction, or
about which thoughtful persons would hardly need
to argue. Scattered through the pages are such
terms as “bathos,” “mortuary muse,” “banalities
of evangelistic song,” “sentimental ornateness,”
“tawdry sentimentalism.” This is indeed fair invective
against the tawdry sentimentalism and the
like which disfigure many compositions that pass as
hymns, but beside the point entirely as regards the
true hymn. The things attacked are not American
hymnody.</p>
<p id="d1-p44">We do not condemn all love-songs because there
are inane and silly ones. There are good and
beautiful love-songs quite different from current
trash. There are plenty of medieval religious songs
unspeakably maudlin and ridiculous. But that does
not condemn medieval hymnody. One must distinguish.
These lines from an anonymous hymn of
the Middle Ages,</p>
<verse id="d1-p44.1">
<l id="d1-p44.2">O esca vermorum! O missa pulveris!</l>
<l id="d1-p44.3">O ros! O vanitas! Cur extolleris?</l>
</verse>
<pb n="25" id="d1-Page_25" />
<p id="d1-p45">are not gracious and elevating poetry; nor are the
following lines from old English times:</p>
<verse id="d1-p45.1">
<l id="d1-p45.2">Matthew, Mark, and Luke and John, I beg,</l>
<l id="d1-p45.3">The devil has tied up a knot in my leg,</l>
<l id="d1-p45.4">Crosses three we make to ease us,</l>
<l id="d1-p45.5">Two for the robbers and one for Christ Jesus.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p46">The famous Latin hymn “Gloria, Laus et Honor”
has a stanza translated by John Mason Neale:</p>
<verse id="d1-p46.1">
<l id="d1-p46.2">Be thou, Lord, the rider,</l>
<l id="d1-p46.3">And we the little ass;</l>
<l id="d1-p46.4">That to God’s holy city</l>
<l id="d1-p46.5">Together we may pass.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p47">It would hardly be fair to condemn the hymnody of
the past by setting up these as fair examples of the
hymnody, and hurling indiscriminate expletives at
the whole.</p>
<p id="d1-p48">One must of course admit that there has been published
very solemnly much weak and ridiculous
hymnic verse; the appeal of a great hymn is so general,
and its clarity and simplicity make it appear so
easy to do, that many persons attempt to write
hymns who cannot write well at all, much less write
in this very difficult form. The failures are so many
and so obvious that these critics forget the splendidly
successful efforts that make up the hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d1-p49">There is to be distinguished from all banalities a
volume of true elect American hymns—poems of impeccable
taste and undeniable power. The standard
set by such hymnists as Timothy Dwight, John
<pb n="26" id="d1-Page_26" />
Quincy Adams, Oliver Wendell Holmes, William
Cullen Bryant, John Greenleaf Whittier, James
Russell Lowell, Phoebe Cary, Harriet Beecher
Stowe, Sidney Lanier, Phillips Brooks, Richard Watson
Gilder, and John Hay is high. And though
the standard is high, it is reached by a sufficient
number to make a book of rich and beautiful religious
song.</p>
<p id="d1-p50">In his “English Lyrical Poetry,”<note n="2" id="d1-p50.1">Yale University Press, New Haven, 1912; p. 369.</note>
for further example
of thoughtless criticisms, Professor Edward
Bliss Reed adopts a sportive attitude when he comes
to consider the hymn—if it may be called considering
this important province of poetry merely to poke
irrelevant fun at Isaac Watts by quoting Dr. Johnson’s
remark about Watts’s innocence of life.</p>
<p id="d1-p51">Isaac Watts was in fact a courageous, noble man,
a classical scholar, and a lyrical poet of frequent
loftiness and delicacy. Dr. Johnson says in his
short “Life of Watts,” “Happy will be the reader
whose mind is disposed by his verse or his prose to
imitate him in all but his Non-Conformity.” And
further—these are the Great Lexicographer’s words
for the modern critic—“Every man acquainted
with the common principles of human action will
look with veneration on the man.” Isaac Watts’s
hymns have stood severer tests than that of light
ridicule. Watts displays at the same time the gentleness
of a saint with the rugged strength of a trail-blazing
pioneer. In the age of conformity he asserted
<pb n="27" id="d1-Page_27" />
a stanch intellectual and religious independence.
Professor Saintsbury calls him “a belated
metaphysical.” But rather, instead of being a
drowsy follower to bed of Donne and Herrick, he
was up early in a new morning, kindling fires for
Cowper and Wesley, Burke and Adams, Burns and
Wordsworth. Watts is an important figure in
English literary history. He helped to make possible
the political, social, and religious advance of
the age following his, and the romantic movement in
English literature owes him no uncertain debt.</p>
<p id="d1-p52">In his volume, “The English Lyric,” Professor
Felix E. Schelling virtually disposes of the hymn
with the remark that we may or may not “accept”
certain hymns, but we do not have to read them.
That is readily granted—unless of course one wishes
to know them or to write just criticism about them.
If, however, more people do read them and value
them than read any other kind of poetry; if noble
thinking in seemly diction and ringing cadence finds
a lasting and general favor, so much so that, for
whatever reason they may have, people get it by
heart and sing it from one generation to another; it
would seem to be literature.</p>
<p id="d1-p53">Although the hymn, of all forms of verse, comes
most readily to the apprehension and affection of
people, it seems in the main to come most reluctantly
from the pen of poets. Even the genius of William
Cowper—his deep religious fervor, his exquisite
good taste, his patience, and his extraordinary poetical
<pb n="28" id="d1-Page_28" />
gift—did not avail to bring forth more than
fifty lines of what the hymn-book to-day pronounces
great hymnody.</p>
<p id="d1-p54">One is especially impressed with the difficulty of
writing good hymns when one considers that Charles
Wesley, whom Julian in his great <a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/julian_j" id="d1-p54.1">Dictionary</a> calls
“perhaps the greatest hymnist of all ages,” and who
wrote about sixty-five hundred hymns, is represented
in the hymn-book by an average of only twenty
songs. Time and the hymn-books seem to be
lessening this figure to about ten, including “Jesus,
Lover of My Soul”; “O for a Thousand Tongues to
Sing”; “Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne”; “Hark!
the Herald Angels Sing”; “Christ, Whose Glory
Fills the Skies”; “Love Divine, All Love Excelling”;
“Soldiers of Christ, Arise”; and “Come, O
Thou Traveller Unknown.” To have written ten
hymns, or even two, that are borne near to the heart
of English-speaking peoples throughout the world is
of course to be still a power; yet for the greatest
hymn-writer of the world to have reached the standard,
say, only fifty times out of sixty-five hundred,
indicates an exacting test.</p>
<p id="d1-p55">Isaac Watts, if only as the author of “O God Our
Help in Ages Past” alone, would be no inglorious
poet; yet the hymn-book seems very severe in choosing
but eight or ten of the more than six hundred
published by “the great Doctor Watts.”</p>
<p id="d1-p56">Samuel Medley is remembered by “O Could I
Speak the Matchless Worth,” though he published
229 other hymns; George Matheson, by “O Love
<pb n="29" id="d1-Page_29" />
That Wilt Not Let Me Go,” though he wrote a whole
volume of hymns. The author of “Fight the Good
Fight” wrote three hundred other hymns. Ray
Palmer, author of “My Faith Looks up to Thee,”
wrote two volumes of hymns. The hymn-book has
chosen four out of the 127 hymns published by
Bishop Wordsworth; this is a large percentage.
William Wordsworth wrote and published a single
hymn, “The Laborer’s Noonday Hymn.” But it
was not successful; few of the books have included
it. John Newton wrote many hymns for the Olney
book; but the really great hymnody called forth by
his extraordinary vigor, patience, and religious
fervor is comprised in some threescore lines of the
hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d1-p57">Rudyard Kipling is the author of but one good
hymn, one, however, which seems to belong among
the fifty best of the language. The present laureate
of England, who is a distinguished hymnologist, being
an editor and in part author of a hymn-book,
the “Yattendon Hymnal,” has two or three lyrics
which the hymnal may or may not accept as passably
good. Still, of the many hymns written so far by
Mr. Bridges, not one possesses that surging force
and grace of life which bespeaks a sure survival
among the elect lyrics.</p>
<p id="d1-p58">“A good hymn,” said Alfred Tennyson, “is the
most difficult thing in the world to write.” It was
not until his eighty-first year that he himself
achieved his single great hymn. He handed to his
son, on their return one afternoon from a sail across
<pb n="30" id="d1-Page_30" />
the bay, a piece of paper containing a lyric of sixteen
lines.</p>
<p id="d1-p59">“That,” said the son when he read it, “is the
crown of your life’s work!”</p>
<p id="d1-p60">The old poet gave explicit directions that it should
be put at the end of all editions of his poems; and
this stately and tender lyric, “Crossing the Bar,”
was sung a little later at the laureate’s funeral in
Westminster Abbey. Since that time it has taken
its place, for the present day at least, among the
small group of English hymns commonly sung at the
burial of the dead. In some of the hymn-books
Tennyson is represented also by certain stanzas
from “In Memoriam,” which, however, while being
included in more and more of the books, do not approach
his calmly triumphant death-song.</p>
<p id="d1-p61">It is true that Spenser, Shakspere, Milton, Wordsworth,
Tennyson, and Browning are, except for one
piece by Milton, one by Wordsworth, and two by
Tennyson, not in the hymn-book. But it does not
follow, as some are quick to assume, that all good
poetry is otherwise shut out. That at the funeral of
Robert Browning in Westminster Abbey England
went back to Isaac Watts for a fitting hymn to sing
does not argue either that Browning was not a
glorious poet or that Watts’s hymn was not both majestic
and lovely enough to sing for any poet dead.
“O God Our Help in Ages Past,” as a lyrical poem,
seems to have about it a finality that any perfect
piece of art must have. It is no matter that Shakspere
did not write it. If Shakspere and Browning
<pb n="31" id="d1-Page_31" />
were not inclined or gifted to write hymns, or if
Byron and Shelley and Tennyson were not sonneteers,
the fact is not disquieting; they merely did
not, for reasons easily ascertained, labor within this
narrow scope. For the scope is narrow. The
hymn is subject to all the limitations of other lyric
poetry and to peculiarly rigid restrictions of its
own. And one must admit that glowing perfection
is rare here as elsewhere. All this being so, it is
still a sober assertion that some of the English
hymnic verse reaches a poetic height not often
reached in our literature at all.</p>
<p id="d1-p62">There are clear reasons why but little that the few
major poets wrote is admitted into the hymn-book.
Why they did not write good hymns is another question.
Milton, having the supreme gift of poetry and
a profoundly religious nature, and being, perhaps,
as Professor William P. Trent says, the best single
character of the English race, might have been expected
to write the greatest hymns. He had a warm
interest in hymns as had his father before him, who
of himself has a dim immortality in the hymn-book as
the author of the tunes “Norwich” and “York.”
John Milton did try his hand at hymns; but he is
remembered in the hymn-book by but five stanzas,
the psalm paraphrase, “Let Us with a Gladsome
Mind.” The morning hymn in the fifth book of
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/milton/paradiselost.html" id="d1-p62.1">Paradise Lost</a>,”
beginning with line 138, is not
strictly hymnal; the blank verse, the long periodic
structure, the elaboration of figure, and the localization
all put it beyond the pale of the hymn-book.</p>
<pb n="32" id="d1-Page_32" />
<p id="d1-p63">The hymn is a quite definite and distinct type of
poetry. Its boundaries as regards both form and
content are plainly and narrowly laid down. It is
of all types of literature perhaps the most rigorously
limited. Merely as a lyric it would of course have
narrow limitations; as a religious lyric its limitations
are multiplied; but in that it must be the
medium of concerted social thought and feeling on
the gravest matters, and yet simple enough in form
to be sung chorally by an assemblage not assumed to
have any special choral practice or skill, it is very
much more limited. The hymn must be a lyrical
poem, simple of form, easy and smooth of movement;
its ideas must be direct, unified, immediately
apparent; its manner must have the decorum and
gravity befitting public worship.</p>
<p id="d1-p64">The intricate form, for example, of Milton’s
“Hymn on the Nativity” would bar it from the book
were it acceptable in every other respect. For its
stanzas are long and complex. The hymn stanza
must be short enough to fit a simple musical
setting, and invariably regular. A sonnet, were it
ideal otherwise, could hardly find its way into the
hymn-book; it cannot be divided into four-, or three-,
or five-line stanzas. Even if it had twelve or sixteen
lines so that it could be divided into quatrains
to fit a simple musical scheme, its pentameter line
would still be a difficulty. Of the scores of superb
religious sonnets there is none in any hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d1-p65">The severity of the demand for simple form is apparent
at a glance through the hymnal. The simplest
<pb n="33" id="d1-Page_33" />
of all poetic forms, the form most easily read
and retained in the memory, is the ballad stanza, or
what the hymn-book calls common meter. It is the
form of “Sir Patrick Spens” and “Robin Hood.”
Wordsworth and Coleridge went back to it in “Lucy
Gray” and “The Ancient Mariner.” It is a four-line
stanza, the first and third lines, tetrameter,
usually riming; the second and fourth, trimeter, always
riming. An example is Cowper’s</p>
<verse id="d1-p65.1">
<l id="d1-p65.2">God moves in a mysterious way,</l>
<l class="t" id="d1-p65.3">His wonders to perform;</l>
<l id="d1-p65.4">He plants his footsteps in the sea,</l>
<l class="t" id="d1-p65.5">And rides upon the storm.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p66">There are more hymns in common meter than in any
other measure. As this is the simplest stanza form,
so is its tetrameter the simplest line measure for
sustained and dignified verse. There are more four-measure
lines in the hymn-book than all other lines
combined.</p>
<p id="d1-p67">Next to common meter the favorite stanza form is
long meter, four tetrameter lines. Oliver Wendell
Holmes’s hymn beginning,</p>
<verse id="d1-p67.1">
<l id="d1-p67.2">Lord of all being, throned afar,</l>
<l id="d1-p67.3">Thy glory flames from sun and star;</l>
<l id="d1-p67.4">Center and source of every sphere,</l>
<l id="d1-p67.5">Yet to each loving heart how near,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p68">is in long meter. Short meter is a stanza of four
lines, the third tetrameter, the others trimeter.</p>
<pb n="34" id="d1-Page_34" />
<verse id="d1-p68.1">
<l id="d1-p68.2">A few more storms shall beat</l>
<l id="d1-p68.3">On this wild rocky shore;</l>
<l id="d1-p68.4">And we shall be where tempests cease,</l>
<l id="d1-p68.5">And surges swell no more.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p69">The first and third lines may rime; the second and
last must rime. The third line, running out longer
than the others, does not demand the rime sound,
but the final line of the stanza does require a closing
rime. Stanzas made up of trimeter lines alone are
rarely found. The trimeter verse is too short and
monotonous. Pentameter, on the other hand, which
is by far the favorite line in English poetry generally,
is rare in the hymn. Hexameter is exceptionally
rare. It seems that practically the line
longer than four feet is too much for the eye, reading
at a glance—since it must watch the music-notes
also—to catch at once. And even the few hymns
written in lines longer than four feet tend to fall into
easy rhythmic division, and are usually made into
conventional hymn length by the music. The pentameter
“Abide with Me” is thus subdivided by its
familiar musical setting, “Eventide.” On the other
hand, if the poet has made the line too short, the
music lengthens it. “Nearer, My God, to Thee” is
written in dimeter and trimeter, but the tune really
lengthens the verse into common meter. The iambic
is far the most prevalent foot in the hymnal verse
as in English verse generally.</p>
<p id="d1-p70">Conformity to simple measure is but one of the
restraints that the hymn-book places upon the poet;
<pb n="35" id="d1-Page_35" />
it enjoins a sure simplicity of ideas, as well as of
form. The good hymn is arrow-like in moving to its
mark; its images, however brilliantly they may flash
and gleam, must not—any more than the point and
feather of an arrow—retard or deflect the movement.
A stanza of Sarah Fowler Adams’s famous
hymn will illustrate this. It suited the purpose of
the poem to tell—as a lyric may tell—the story in
<scripRef id="d1-p70.1" passage="Genesis 28:10-19" parsed="|Gen|28|10|28|19" osisRef="Bible:Gen.28.10-Gen.28.19">Genesis 28:10-19</scripRef>, of Jacob at Beth-el.</p>
<p id="d1-p71">After the successful conspiracy to deceive his dying
father who was blind, and to cheat his brother
Esau out of his rightful property, Jacob fled for his
life into a strange country.</p>
<blockquote id="d1-p71.1">
<p id="d1-p72">And Jacob went out from Beer-sheba, and went toward
Haran. And he lighted upon a certain place, and tarried
there all night, because the sun was set; and he took of
the stones of that place and put them for his pillows, and
lay down in that place to sleep. And he dreamed, and behold
a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached
to heaven; and behold the angels of God ascending and
descending on it. . . . And Jacob awaked out of his sleep,
and he said, Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew
it not. And he was afraid and said, How dreadful is
this place! this is none other but the house of God, and
this is the gate of heaven. And Jacob rose up early in the
morning and took the stone that he had put for his pillows,
and set it up for a pillar and poured oil upon the top of
it. And he called the name of that place Beth-el.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d1-p73">This passage furnishes a splendid theme for hymnody,
and a number of good hymns are based upon
<pb n="36" id="d1-Page_36" />
it, such, for example, as that of
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/cowper/guyonpoems.H13.html" id="d1-p73.1">Madame Guyon</a>,
translated from the French by William Cowper. It begins:</p>
<verse id="d1-p73.2">
<l id="d1-p73.3">My Lord, how full of sweet content,</l>
<l id="d1-p73.4">I pass my years of banishment!</l>
<l id="d1-p73.5">Where’er I dwell, I dwell with thee,</l>
<l id="d1-p73.6">In Heaven, in earth, or on the sea.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p73.7">
<l id="d1-p73.8">To me remains nor place nor time;</l>
<l id="d1-p73.9">My country is in every clime:</l>
<l id="d1-p73.10">I can be calm and free from care</l>
<l id="d1-p73.11">On any shore, since God is there.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p74">But notice with what vividness of detail “Nearer,
My God, to Thee” gives the picture as Madame
Guyon’s hymn does not. Still Mrs. Adams maintains
a true lyric economy of words. Much might
have been said about Jacob’s homesickness, his
guilty conscience, his fear of night and enemies, his
hunger and cold, and so on through the story, the
ladder, the angels, and all. But notice the swiftness
and directness of the hymn narrative, and the sweep
of its style:</p>
<verse id="d1-p74.1">
<l id="d1-p74.2">Nearer, my God, to thee!</l>
<l id="d1-p74.3">Nearer to thee,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.4">E’en though it be a cross</l>
<l id="d1-p74.5">That raiseth me;</l>
<l id="d1-p74.6">Still all my song shall be,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.7">Nearer, my God, to thee,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.8">Nearer to thee!</l>
</verse>
<pb n="37" id="d1-Page_37" />
<verse id="d1-p74.9">
<l id="d1-p74.10">Though like a wanderer,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.11">The sun gone down,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.12">Darkness be over me,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.13">My rest a stone,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.14">Yet in my dreams I’d be</l>
<l id="d1-p74.15">Nearer, my God, to thee,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.16">Nearer to thee!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p74.17">
<l id="d1-p74.18">There let the way appear,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.19">Steps unto heaven;</l>
<l id="d1-p74.20">All that thou sendest me,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.21">In mercy given;</l>
<l id="d1-p74.22">Angels to beckon me</l>
<l id="d1-p74.23">Nearer, my God, to thee,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.24">Nearer to thee!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p74.25">
<l id="d1-p74.26">Then, with my waking thoughts</l>
<l id="d1-p74.27">Bright with thy praise,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.28">Out of my stony griefs</l>
<l id="d1-p74.29">Bethel I raise;</l>
<l id="d1-p74.30">So by my woes to be</l>
<l id="d1-p74.31">Nearer, my God, to thee,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.32">Nearer to thee!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p74.33">
<l id="d1-p74.34">Or, if on joyful wing,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.35">Cleaving the sky,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.36">Sun, moon, and stars forgot,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.37">Upwards I fly,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.38">Still all my song shall be,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.39">Nearer, my God, to thee,</l>
<l id="d1-p74.40">Nearer to thee!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p75">These lines might, by the way, be held up as a touchstone
of hymnody. When one begins to measure
other poems by the qualities of this one—its brevity,
<pb n="38" id="d1-Page_38" />
its simplicity, its vivid imagery, its strong feeling
under perfect control, its general artistic integrity—one
finds what a rare and fine thing a perfect
hymn is.</p>
<p id="d1-p76">The essential directness of style is evident in the
hymnal attitude toward external nature. The hymn
poet may pass through gardens and pleasant fields,
but he must not loiter there. In the more open
fields of poesy he may wander as he likes, but in the
aisle of the hymn he must go straightly. The journeying
soul may see</p>
<verse id="d1-p76.1">
<l id="d1-p76.2">Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p77">but the end of the journey, not they, is the point.
Like Bunyan’s <a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/bunyan/pilgrim.html" id="d1-p77.1"><i>Pilgrim</i></a>, he may delight in scenes of
natural beauty, but at the same time he must be on
his way. The <scripRef passage="Ps. 23" id="d1-p77.2" parsed="|Ps|23|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.23">twenty-third Psalm</scripRef> deals with nature
ideally from the hymnal point of view. The poem,
as it is rendered in the King James version, is essentially,
in manner, idea, and spirit, a model hymn,
except for the fact that it has not rime and meter
for the hymn music; translation as it is, unmetrical
as it is, it is yet perhaps the single most popular
English poem. It pictures vivid and unforgettable
scenes of nature; but these scenes are not there
merely because they are beautiful. The idea of the
lyric does not wander after them; they accompany
and serve the idea. The point of the poem is not
green pastures, still water, and shadowed valley, but
the care of the good Shepherd.</p>
<p id="d1-p78">The frequent glimpses of natural scenery in the
<pb n="39" id="d1-Page_39" />
hymn are often no less vivid and appealing because
they are brief. Descriptions of one or two lines
stamp themselves strangely on the memory. The
curious critical notion that the hymn must be dun-colored
and tame of spirit can be traced back to Dr.
Johnson’s famous and false pronouncement about
devotional poetry. “The paucity of its topics,” he
said, “enforces perpetual repetition, and the sanctity
of its matter rejects the ornaments of figurative
diction.” The English hymn was not then so strong
to refute this as it is now, but the Hebrew was, and
the Latin. Still this charge was met by Watts, in
the preface to his “Hymns and Spiritual Songs,”
1707, long before Johnson made it. “Have they forgot,
or were they never told that many parts of the
Old Testament were verse? and the figures are
stronger and the metaphors bolder and the images
more surprising and strange than ever I read in any
profane writer?”</p>
<p id="d1-p79">Indeed the best hymns are boldest in figure. So
far from being undesirable, poetic vigor and color
are necessary to great hymns; only this liveliness
must not be what Herrick called “unbaptized.”
The hymn that figured night as</p>
<verse id="d1-p79.1">
<l id="d1-p79.2">That Ethiop queen with jewels in her hair</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p80">did not long survive. A hymn might conceivably
point a moral by a Cleopatra or more easily by a
Queen of Sheba, but it may not ask the saints to
celebrate her charms, or to give her more than passing
note. The hymn-book is not unreasonable in
<pb n="40" id="d1-Page_40" />
these restrictions. It merely makes the demand of
good art that the figures be congruous. It is but
true to good art and good sense in excluding ideas
and modes of expression alien to its spirit and purpose.
These restrictions, though reasonable, are severely
narrow.</p>
<p id="d1-p81">The popular nature of the hymn demands a peculiar
simplicity of form; its artistic nature demands
the proper harmony and intensity of lyric emotion;
its religious nature demands of it, as an act of public
worship, an inflexible directness and dignity of style.
For example, Herrick’s “Litany to the Holy Spirit”
ignores the last rule and thus fails to keep its opening
promise of being an immortal hymn. The touching
picture of the dying Christian is marred by the
line,</p>
<verse id="d1-p81.1">
<l id="d1-p81.2">When the house doth sigh and weep</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p82">in the wind. Aside from its “pathetic fallacy,” the
line goes too far in particularization. The hymn has
no interest in the peculiarities of a poet’s house, or
in the sounds about it, unless by some means these
rise into the range of general grave concern. But
even if there were some relation that would draw the
assembly to sing of Herrick’s house, there is yet a
worse fault with the poem, which precludes any
possibility of its being in the hymn-book.</p>
<verse id="d1-p82.1">
<l id="d1-p82.2">In the houre of my distresse,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.3">When temptations me oppresse,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.4">And when I my sins confesse,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.5">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<pb n="41" id="d1-Page_41" />
<verse id="d1-p82.6">
<l id="d1-p82.7">When I lie within my bed,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.8">Sick in heart, and sick in head,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.9">And with doubts discomforted,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.10">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.11">
<l id="d1-p82.12">When the house doth sigh and weep,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.13">And the world is drown’d in sleep,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.14">Yet mine eyes the watch do keep;</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.15">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.16">
<l id="d1-p82.17">When the artlesse Doctor sees</l>
<l id="d1-p82.18">No one hope but of his Fees,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.19">And his skill runs on the lees,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.20">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.21">
<l id="d1-p82.22">When his potion and his Pill,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.23">Has, or none, or little skill,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.24">Meet for nothing, but to kill,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.25">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.26">
<l id="d1-p82.27">When the passing-bell doth tole,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.28">And the furies in a shole</l>
<l id="d1-p82.29">Come to fright a parting soule,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.30">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.31">
<l id="d1-p82.32">When the tapers now burne blew,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.33">And the comforters are few,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.34">And the number more than true;</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.35">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.36">
<l id="d1-p82.37">When the Priest his last hath praid,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.38">And I nod to what is said,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.39">’Cause my speech is now decaid;</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.40">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<pb n="42" id="d1-Page_42" />
<verse id="d1-p82.41">
<l id="d1-p82.42">When (God knows) I’m tost about,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.43">Either with despair or doubt;</l>
<l id="d1-p82.44">Yet before the glasse be out,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.45">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.46">
<l id="d1-p82.47">When the tempter me pursu’th</l>
<l id="d1-p82.48">With the sins of all my youth,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.49">And halfe damns me with untruth;</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.50">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.51">
<l id="d1-p82.52">When the flames and hellish cries</l>
<l id="d1-p82.53">Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.54">And all terrors me surprise;</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.55">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p82.56">
<l id="d1-p82.57">When the judgment is reveal’d,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.58">And that open’d which was seal’d,</l>
<l id="d1-p82.59">When to thee I have appeal’d;</l>
<l class="t2" id="d1-p82.60">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p83">The very effective first three stanzas would doubtless
have been accepted and Herrick forgiven, if
they were not logically incomplete without the impossible
fourth and following stanzas. Objection to
a doctor’s potions would be no subject for the assembled
faithful to incorporate into song. The
hymn-book has no time for the incongruous or trifling.
It is straightaway and brief in manner, for it
must be about its earnest business.</p>
<p id="d1-p84">“A truly spiritual taste,” said John Billinsby in
his edition of D. Burgess’s “Psalms, Hymns, and
Spiritual Songs,” London, 1714, “will keep well disposed
minds so intent upon the weight and seriousness
<pb n="43" id="d1-Page_43" />
of the matter as not to leave them at Leisure
for little Impertinences of Criticism upon the Phrase
and Dress; or the exactness of Measure and Rhyme
in these sacred composures.” True enough; but the
poet or poetaster must not presume upon any self-imposed
title of sacredness. The truly spiritual
taste and the well disposed minds that after all
decide what shall make up the hymn-book have no
use for little impertinences of criticism; but this constant
critical judgment knows, given time enough,
precisely what is fitting in a hymn and what is not;
and it will brook no departure from its standard.
There is an Avernus for hymns, and the descent
thereto is easy. The hymn-book has its standard
and is very strict in upholding it. While there
are notable differences of style and idea in the
hymn-books of different periods, the variations
from the standard are naturally much less than the
variations of some other kinds of poetry from their
standards.</p>
<p id="d1-p85">But it is interesting to find what a motley poetry
has knocked at the door of the hymnal and once in a
while, under the guise of “sacred composure,” has
found admittance—though not for long. Here are
some lines, little better or worse than many of the
translations that gained admittance for a time,
from “The Bay Psalm Book”:</p>
<verse id="d1-p85.1">
<l id="d1-p85.2">For thence he shall come for to judge</l>
<l id="d1-p85.3">All men both dead and quick</l>
<l id="d1-p85.4">I, in the Holy Ghost believe,</l>
<l id="d1-p85.5">In church that’s Catholicke.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="44" id="d1-Page_44" />
<p id="d1-p86">Good Thomas Hopkins, of “Sternhold and Hopkins,”
lived in stormy, perilous times. Like St.
Peter, he sometimes showed the impatience which is
characteristic of the military mind.</p>
<verse id="d1-p86.1">
<l id="d1-p86.2">Why dost thou draw thy hand aback,</l>
<l id="d1-p86.3">And hide it in thy Lappe?</l>
<l id="d1-p86.4">O pluck it out, and be not slack</l>
<l id="d1-p86.5">To give thy foes a rappe!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p87">In Reeve’s “Spiritual Hymns” of the latter seventeenth
century, No. 107 attributes to Deity a curious
and surprising argument on the unity of the church.</p>
<verse id="d1-p87.1">
<l id="d1-p87.2">I am no Bigamist,</l>
<l id="d1-p87.3">I have no Concubines;</l>
<l id="d1-p87.4">It’s only one Church I admit,</l>
<l id="d1-p87.5">One child; I have no twins.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p88">Hymn 111 of the same book is addressed to the
church.</p>
<verse id="d1-p88.1">
<l id="d1-p88.2">Our hearts are swifter than our Charets;</l>
<l id="d1-p88.3">We’ll both conspire from our places:</l>
<l id="d1-p88.4">Thou here, and I from lofty Garrets,</l>
<l id="d1-p88.5">We’ll lift this world off its Basis.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p89">There was a song in an old American hymn-book
which was neighborly and frank, but a shade too peremptory.
“Come go with us,” it says,</p>
<verse id="d1-p89.1">
<l id="d1-p89.2">But if you will refuse us,</l>
<l id="d1-p89.3">We bid you all farewell;</l>
<l id="d1-p89.4">We’re on the road to Canaan,</l>
<l id="d1-p89.5">You on the road to hell.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="45" id="d1-Page_45" />
<p id="d1-p90">The best hymns, indeed, are notable for boldness
and animation of style, and always of course under
artistic control. The single composition that would
probably be named by more people, high and low,
urbane and rustic, religious and non-religious, as the
best hymn in the language, “Nearer, My God, to
Thee,” may be taken as a pattern for good hymn
verse. As for life and spirit, not Byron nor Shelley
ever wrote more exultant lines than these:</p>
<verse id="d1-p90.1">
<l id="d1-p90.2">Or, if on joyful wing,</l>
<l id="d1-p90.3">Cleaving the sky,</l>
<l id="d1-p90.4">Sun, moon and stars forgot,</l>
<l id="d1-p90.5">Upwards I fly.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p91">Many of the modern as well as medieval and ancient
hymns are all but too bold. Persons of milder temperament
object to some of the old favorites as being
vigorous to the extent of violence. A few lines
of a famous hymn of the eighteenth century, Cowper’s</p>
<verse id="d1-p91.1">
<l id="d1-p91.2">There is a fountain filled with blood,</l>
<l id="d1-p91.3">Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;</l>
<l id="d1-p91.4">And sinners plunged beneath that flood,</l>
<l id="d1-p91.5">Lose all their guilty stains,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p92">are enough to show that excessive mildness is not an
inherent trait of the hymn as a literary type. One
can hear the stalwart poetry of medieval hymns
even without knowing Latin.</p>
<verse id="d1-p92.1">
<l id="d1-p92.2">Dies iræ, dies illa,</l>
<l id="d1-p92.3">Solvet sæclum in favilla,</l>
<l id="d1-p92.4">Teste David cum Sibylla.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="46" id="d1-Page_46" />
<verse id="d1-p92.5">
<l id="d1-p92.6">Tuba mirum spargens sonum</l>
<l id="d1-p92.7">Per sepulchra regionum,</l>
<l id="d1-p92.8">Coget omnes ante thronum.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p93">A well known hymn of the Old Testament, the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 137" id="d1-p93.1" parsed="|Ps|137|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.137">one hundred and thirty-seventh Psalm</scripRef>,
closes:</p>
<blockquote id="d1-p93.2">
<p id="d1-p94">Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little
ones against the stones.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d1-p95">Whether the ancient pious sang this as fact or
figure, modern taste may not at any rate tax it with
lack of vigor. There is much of sweetness and gentleness
in our hymnody, but there is tumultuous
force in it also. There is no more reason for a hymn
to be pallid and weak than for a person to be so.
Within its scanty plot of ground the hymn can put
forth as vivid purple and gold as grows in any field.
These lines from Katherine Lee Bates’s hymn—one
which bids fair to enter the company of the
world’s great patriotic hymns—show that a hymn
may be full of color:</p>
<verse id="d1-p95.1">
<l id="d1-p95.2">Oh beautiful for spacious skies,</l>
<l id="d1-p95.3">For amber waves of grain,</l>
<l id="d1-p95.4">For purple mountain majesties</l>
<l id="d1-p95.5">Above the fruited plain!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p96">A few passages further, based on the manifestations
of nature we call the weather, show here that
the hymn has force and color and variety to stir the
heart and give flight to the imagination:</p>
<pb n="47" id="d1-Page_47" />
<verse id="d1-p96.1">
<l id="d1-p96.2">Ye winds of night, your force combine;</l>
<l id="d1-p96.3">Without his high behest,</l>
<l id="d1-p96.4">Ye shall not in the mountain pine</l>
<l id="d1-p96.5">Disturb the sparrow’s nest.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d1-p96.6"><i>Kirke White.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p96.7">
<l id="d1-p96.8">Still, still, with thee, when purple morning breaketh,</l>
<l id="d1-p96.9">When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;</l>
<l id="d1-p96.10">Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight</l>
<l id="d1-p96.11">Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p96.12">
<l id="d1-p96.13">O tell of his might, O sing of his grace</l>
<l id="d1-p96.14">Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;</l>
<l id="d1-p96.15">His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,</l>
<l id="d1-p96.16">And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p96.17">
<l id="d1-p96.18">Ye faithful saints, fresh courage take,</l>
<l id="d1-p96.19">The clouds ye so much dread</l>
<l id="d1-p96.20">Are big with mercy, and shall break</l>
<l id="d1-p96.21">In blessings on your head.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p97">The following lines are not untypical of the vivid
imagery and the lyric intensity of the English hymn-book:</p>
<verse id="d1-p97.1">
<l id="d1-p97.2">Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood</l>
<l id="d1-p97.3">Stand dressed in living green.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.4">
<l id="d1-p97.5">Must I be carried to the skies</l>
<l id="d1-p97.6">On flowery beds of ease,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.7">While others fought to win the prize</l>
<l id="d1-p97.8">And sailed through bloody seas?</l>
</verse>
<pb n="48" id="d1-Page_48" />
<verse id="d1-p97.9">
<l id="d1-p97.10">I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.11">They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;</l>
<l id="d1-p97.12">I have read his righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.13">His truth is marching on.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.14">
<l id="d1-p97.15">Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise;</l>
<l id="d1-p97.16">Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes!</l>
<l id="d1-p97.17">See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.18">And break upon thee in a flood of day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.19">
<l id="d1-p97.20">Our years are like the shadows</l>
<l id="d1-p97.21">On sunny hills that lie,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.22">Or grasses in the meadows,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.23">That blossom but to die,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.24">A sleep, a dream, a story,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.25">By strangers quickly told,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.26">An unremaining glory</l>
<l id="d1-p97.27">Of things that soon are old.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.28">
<l id="d1-p97.29">Lord of all being, throned afar,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.30">Thy glory flames from sun and star;</l>
<l id="d1-p97.31">Center and soul of every sphere,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.32">Yet to each loving heart how near.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.33">
<l id="d1-p97.34">Majestic sweetness sits enthroned</l>
<l id="d1-p97.35">Upon the Saviour’s brow.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.36">
<l id="d1-p97.37">Lo, he comes with clouds descending.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.38">
<l id="d1-p97.39">Jerusalem, the golden,</l>
<l id="d1-p97.40">With milk and honey blest.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="49" id="d1-Page_49" />
<verse id="d1-p97.41">
<l id="d1-p97.42">How gentle God’s commands!</l>
<l id="d1-p97.43">How kind his precepts are!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p97.44">
<l id="d1-p97.45">Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling</l>
<l id="d1-p97.46">O’er earth’s green fields, and ocean’s wave-beat shore.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p98">There are many single lines of exquisite poetry
which, because they are so familiar, fail immediately
to arouse the imagination.</p>
<verse id="d1-p98.1">
<l id="d1-p98.2">In the cross of Christ I glory,</l>
<l id="d1-p98.3">Towering o’er the wrecks of time.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p99">A startlingly magnificent lyrical summary of history
is the second line.</p>
<p id="d1-p100">“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,” becomes a more
strangely rich verse as one regards it longer. Its
six words comprise a trope of the Eastern deserts of
the wildly imaginative quality of the story of “Open,
Sesame”; an epithet, “Rock of Ages,” traced by
scholars at least three thousand years back; and a
cry of fervent piety from the heart of rural England.</p>
<p id="d1-p101">Following are other lines which may be considered
illustrative of the imagery and feeling of the hymn-book.
Some carry a feeling of elemental sadness,
some of militant high resolve, some of sanguine
praise and hope:</p>
<verse id="d1-p101.1">
<l id="d1-p101.2">Time like an ever-rolling stream</l>
<l id="d1-p101.3">Bears all her sons away.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.4">
<l id="d1-p101.5">The tumult and the shouting dies;</l>
<l id="d1-p101.6">The captains and the kings depart;</l>
<pb n="50" id="d1-Page_50" />
<l id="d1-p101.7">Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,</l>
<l id="d1-p101.8">An humble and a contrite heart.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.9">
<l id="d1-p101.10">A few more years shall roll</l>
<l id="d1-p101.11">O’er these dark hills of time.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.12">
<l id="d1-p101.13">From every stormy wind that blows,</l>
<l id="d1-p101.14">From every swelling tide of woes,</l>
<l id="d1-p101.15">There is a calm, a sure retreat.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.16">
<l id="d1-p101.17">As pants the hart for cooling streams</l>
<l id="d1-p101.18">When heated in the chase.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.19">
<l id="d1-p101.20">Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might,</l>
<l id="d1-p101.21">Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.22">
<l id="d1-p101.23">His are the thousand sparkling rills</l>
<l id="d1-p101.24">That from a thousand fountains burst,</l>
<l id="d1-p101.25">And fill with music all the hills,</l>
<l id="d1-p101.26">And yet, he said, “I thirst.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.27">
<l id="d1-p101.28">Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.29">
<l id="d1-p101.30">Hell’s foundations tremble</l>
<l id="d1-p101.31">At the shout of praise.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d1-p101.32">
<l id="d1-p101.33">O, beautiful for patriot’s dream</l>
<l id="d1-p101.34">That sees beyond the years</l>
<l id="d1-p101.35">Thine alabaster cities gleam,</l>
<l id="d1-p101.36">Undimmed by human tears.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d1-p102">These scattered lines from the hymn-book indicate
how this type of lyric, though it uses few and simple
<pb n="51" id="d1-Page_51" />
words and the simplest form of verse, and though
it may appear excessively plain, can convey large
ideas and stir deep emotions. And Poetry is to the
discerning mind none the less gracious when, meetly
clad, she moves as a ministering spirit among all
sorts and conditions of men, bearing consolation
and courage and amplitude of spirit, inspiring
charity and rightness of life and faith in eternal
Providence.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="II. Hymns Ancient and Medieval" prev="d1" next="d3" id="d2">
<pb n="52" id="d2-Page_52" />
<h2 id="c2">CHAPTER II
<br /><span class="small" id="d2-p0.2">HYMNS ANCIENT AND MEDIEVAL</span></h2>
<p id="d2-p1">The congregational singing of hymns came into
the Christian church by unbroken tradition
from the old Hebrew worship. Both the hymns and
the manner of singing them were continued, clearly,
by the primitive Christians without any sense of
change. The compilation of the old Hebrew book
of religious lyrical poems, it seems, was begun for
the Temple by that marvelous figure, David, who
stands a towering figure as musician, statesman,
warrior, athlete, economist, king, deep sinner, great
man of God, and world’s greatest hymnist; and it not
only continued to be the hymn-book of the primitive
church but is to-day still unaltered—except as
translations necessarily alter poetry—a treasury
of hymnody for general Christendom. The various
branches of the church have various hymnals, official
and unofficial, but the Book of Psalms is the
book of lyrics that all agree upon and use. There is
no good book of worship of any kind used by any section
of Christianity in which the Psalms do not hold
an important place. It is perhaps not going too far
to name this old book of hymns as the most often
quoted and generally the most familiar single book
in the possession of Occidental civilization. It is not
<pb n="53" id="d2-Page_53" />
strange, therefore, considering the place it holds to-day
and considering the peculiar intimacy of the
early Christians with it, that they quite naturally retained
it as their own. One may not read the records
far and fail to perceive indications of its continuous
presence in the thought and affection of these people;
that is, if one is at all familiar with the spirit
and poetical manner of the Psalms. How near this
book of poetry is to the heart of Christianity is indicated
by its intimate connection with the life of
Christ himself, from the story of the Annunciation
on. His last words from the cross are quotations
from the hymns of his people, <scripRef id="d2-p1.1" passage="Psalms 32:1" parsed="|Ps|32|1|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.32.1">Psalms 32:1</scripRef> and <scripRef passage="Ps. 31:5" id="d2-p1.2" parsed="|Ps|31|5|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.31.5">31:5</scripRef>.</p>
<p id="d2-p2">The writers of the gospel and the epistles, concise
and swift-moving as their style generally is,
find time and occasion, according to a careful study
made by Professor Crawford H. Toy, of Harvard,
in his “Quotations in the New Testament,” for 137
quotations from the Psalms. That the writers of
the New Testament in their stupendous earnestness
quote verses of lyrical poetry to so large an extent
has its significance. It shows surely that this poetry
was not only deeply based in the common popular
affection but it stood in a place of highest intellectual
power and literary dignity. The early Christians
continued to sing, as their forefathers had done,
from their most familiar and best beloved book.</p>
<p id="d2-p3">But while this was the main source of its hymns,
the church did not confine itself, even from the very
early days, entirely to the Psalms. In the
<scripRef passage="Lk 1:1" id="d2-p3.1" parsed="|Luke|1|1|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Luke.1.1">Book of Luke, Chapters I and II</scripRef>,
are recorded four new
<pb n="54" id="d2-Page_54" />
hymns; the song of Elisabeth, mother of John the
Baptist, beginning, “Blessed art thou among
women”; the song of the Virgin Mary, “My soul
doth magnify the Lord”; the song of Zacharias,
“Blessed be the Lord God of Israel”; and the song
of Simeon, “Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart
in peace.” It is not certain when these particular
new songs were first sung in primitive places
of worship.</p>
<p id="d2-p4">The office of hymn singing in the early Christian
church was much the same as it is found over the
world to-day, especially among what are known as
the more liberal branches of the church. This is evident
from the descriptions we have of the singing of
the time; few and concise descriptions they are, but
quite clear. The first account of the singing of a
hymn by an assemblage of Christians is given by
both Matthew and Mark in identical words. The
story is told with characteristic brevity and impressiveness.
“And when they had sung an hymn
[<span class="greek" title="kai hymnasantes" id="d2-p4.1">καὶ ὑμνάσαντες</span>]
they went out into the Mount of Olives.”</p>
<p id="d2-p5">It was at a meeting which took place in a large
upper room, the guest-chamber of a house in Jerusalem.
There were thirteen persons present, Christ
and his twelve disciples. They had supper together,
the last, a final solemn conference or communion.
Church historians believe they can say with certainty
that the hymn sung here was a part of the
“Hallel,” beginning with the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 95" id="d2-p5.1" parsed="|Ps|95|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.95">ninety-fifth Psalm</scripRef>, “O
come let us sing,” and closing with the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 118" id="d2-p5.2" parsed="|Ps|118|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.118">one hundred and eighteenth</scripRef>,
“O give thanks unto the Lord, for
<pb n="55" id="d2-Page_55" />
he is good.” The occasion was the feast of the Passover;
it was the custom to sing all or part of these
psalms at that time. Whether it was one of these,
or whatever the hymn was, we have a very definite
account of hymn singing at the beginning of the
Christian era. And it is significant that at the close
of this highest feast in the history of mankind they
should have sung a hymn.</p>
<p id="d2-p6">It is not surprising that we do not find in the early
records any detailed description of the manner of
the religious exercise of singing. One might take
the records of yesterday or of last year, and though
he would find abundant mention of hymns even in the
daily newspapers, he might search far without finding
any detailed description of the singing. Still, in
the comparatively few records of early days there
are glimpses such as the one given above, which
shows beyond a doubt that what is known familiarly
to-day as congregational singing was a very prominent
feature in the worship of the primitive church.
The epistles make frequent mention of religious
song, and urge the people to sing. St. Paul, writing
to “the saints and faithful brethren in Christ which
are at Colosse,” says, “Let the word of Christ dwell
in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing
one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual
songs, singing with grace in your hearts unto the
Lord.” (<scripRef id="d2-p6.1" passage="Colossians 3:16." parsed="|Col|3|16|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Col.3.16">Colossians 3:16.</scripRef>) That Paul was not
writing merely an abstract theory about the socially
and individually elevating effect of music and lyrical
poetry is made evident by a dramatic glimpse of
<pb n="56" id="d2-Page_56" />
him and his companion Silas, in jail at Philippi,
given by St. Luke in the Acts. St. Paul is putting
his theory of poetry into very definite practice.
“And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed and sang
praises unto God, and the prisoners heard them.”
(<scripRef id="d2-p6.2" passage="Acts 16:25." parsed="|Acts|16|25|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Acts.16.25">Acts 16:25.</scripRef>)</p>
<p id="d2-p7">The Epistle of James, “to the twelve tribes which
are scattered abroad,” has this admonition in regard
to hymns: “Is any among you afflicted? let him
pray. Is any merry? let him sing psalms.”
(<scripRef id="d2-p7.1" passage="James 5:13." parsed="|Jas|5|13|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Jas.5.13">James 5:13.</scripRef>) It may be mentioned here that the
words “psalm” and “hymn” seem to have been
used almost interchangeably. The distinction in our
use of the words seems to have been made arbitrarily
and much later. The Hebrew name for
the Book of Psalms was “Book of Praise”; the
Greek term is in some manuscripts
<span class="greek" title="psalmoi" id="d2-p7.2">ψαλμοί</span>,
and in others
<span class="greek" title="psaltêrion" id="d2-p7.3">ψαλτήριον</span>,
both from
<span class="greek" title="psallein" id="d2-p7.4">ψάλλειν</span>,
which meant the
twanging of strings. It is significant that the Hebrew
title-word for the book looked toward the
poetry, and the Greek toward the music. The Latin
and modern languages have followed the Greek in
nomenclature, but the Hebrew in idea. “Psalm”
and “psalter” come from “psaltery,” a stringed
instrument, as “lyric” from “lyre.”</p>
<p id="d2-p8">The Latin <i>hymnus</i> is from the Greek
<span class="greek" title="hymnos" id="d2-p8.1">ὕμνος</span>,
a song of praise. “Psalms,” as St. James used the
word, perhaps did not differentiate the one hundred
and fifty lyrics which we call the Psalms from the
other religious lyrics, such as the Song of Miriam
or the “Magnificat” or the “Nunc Dimittis.”</p>
<pb n="57" id="d2-Page_57" />
<p id="d2-p9">There is another kind of indication that the people
were interested in hymnody in those days. In our
time the interest is sometimes so warm as to give
rise to flurries of contention. There is a hint of the
same thing in a letter of St. Paul to his flock at
Corinth. “How is it, then, brethren?” he writes;
“when ye come together every one of you hath a
psalm, hath a doctrine, hath a tongue, hath a revelation,
hath an interpretation. Let all things be done
unto edifying.” (<scripRef id="d2-p9.1" passage="I Corinthians 14:26." parsed="|1Cor|14|26|0|0" osisRef="Bible:1Cor.14.26">I Corinthians 14:26.</scripRef>)</p>
<p id="d2-p10">To his group of converts in the desperate environment
at Ephesus he writes, “Be not drunk with
wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the spirit
speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and
spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your
hearts unto the Lord.” (<scripRef id="d2-p10.1" passage="Ephesians 5:19." parsed="|Eph|5|19|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Eph.5.19">Ephesians 5:19.</scripRef>) The
clear ringing poetry of the passage, and the fact that
the latter part is repeated in <scripRef id="d2-p10.2" passage="Colossians 3:13" parsed="|Col|3|13|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Col.3.13">Colossians 3:13</scripRef>, suggest
that the passage is itself the fragment of an
early lost hymn, written possibly by St. Paul. The
words are highly significant, too, as embodying for
the scholarly saint and citizen of the world his
theory of the nature and use of poetry. The idea
clearly implied is that poetry in its origin is a sort of
drunkenness, not of wine but of spiritual possession:
be not drunk with wine, but be filled with the
spirit.<note n="3" id="d2-p10.3">Compare with this the idea of Plato and Aristotle as to the
origin of poetry in the touch of the Muses’ madness; and that of
Cicero, that there is no good poetry, <i>sine quodem afflatu quasi
furoris</i>; and Shakspere’s “fine frenzy.”</note></p>
<p id="d2-p11">The idea of the poise and composure of soul by
<pb n="58" id="d2-Page_58" />
poetry is implied in the antithesis of “wine wherein
is excess.” The idea of the use, communally and
individually, of the lyrics in question, shows how exalted
was St. Paul’s conception of the use of poetry
in the world. The passage reminds one of another
and lesser minister of religion, Robert Herrick, and
his remark about “lyric” feasts contrasted with
feasts where wine flowed freely. The poets, he
said, were “not mad, but nobly wild.” St. Paul
was writing from a depth of earnestness and wisdom
of which Herrick probably never dreamed; still,
they both were touching upon the same mystery, the
mystery of poetic inspiration and participation.</p>
<p id="d2-p12">The diffusion of lyrical poetry among the people
from whom sprang the Old and New Testaments is
clear. They were profoundly religious people, and
at the same time a profoundly poetical people. The
blocked-out generalization that the Romans taught
the world how to organize and prosecute efficiently
the practical affairs of life, that the Greeks taught
it broad-mindedness and good taste, and that Israel
taught it religion, is a convenient generalization,
and, of course, largely true. But the life of these
dwellers among the Palestine hills was, if we judge
by their literature, vibrant with poetic impulse.
Their religious nature found utterance in their
poetry. Their poetry is mainly lyrical. It is therefore
to be expected that glimpses which we have of
their daily life should show them singing hymns in
their great temple choirs, in congregations, in
smaller assemblages, and at home.</p>
<pb n="59" id="d2-Page_59" />
<p id="d2-p13">The leaders of the early church saw the power of
the religious lyric not only as a means of spiritual
gratification and nurture but also as a means of
propagating the new doctrine. That is a matchless
lyric which St. Paul himself writes in his
<scripRef passage="1 Cor. 13:1" id="d2-p13.1" parsed="|1Cor|13|1|0|0" osisRef="Bible:1Cor.13.1">first letter to the Corinthians, Chapter XIII</scripRef>: “Though I
speak with the tongues of men and of angels.” To
the Christians at Rome he sends a letter urging
them to show spiritual hospitality to the Gentiles,
quoting from the Psalms themselves, and pointing
out the force of hymnody: “And that the Gentiles
might glorify God for his mercy; as it is written,
For this cause I will confess to thee among the
Gentiles, and sing unto thy name. And again he
saith, Rejoice, ye Gentiles, with his people. And
again, Praise the Lord, all ye Gentiles; and laud
him, all ye people.” (<scripRef id="d2-p13.2" passage="Romans 15:9-12" parsed="|Rom|15|9|15|12" osisRef="Bible:Rom.15.9-Rom.15.12">Romans 15:9-12</scripRef>;
<scripRef id="d2-p13.3" passage="Psalms 117:1" parsed="|Ps|117|1|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.117.1">Psalms 117:1</scripRef>
and <scripRef passage="Ps. 18:49" id="d2-p13.4" parsed="|Ps|18|49|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.18.49">18:49</scripRef>.)
He quotes to the same effect from the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 22" id="d2-p13.5" parsed="|Ps|22|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.22">twenty-second Psalm</scripRef>
in the letter to the Hebrews:
“I will declare thy name unto my brethren,
in the midst of the church will I sing praise unto
thee.” (<scripRef id="d2-p13.6" passage="Hebrews 2:12" parsed="|Heb|2|12|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Heb.2.12">Hebrews 2:12</scripRef>;
<scripRef id="d2-p13.7" passage="Psalms 22:23-25" parsed="|Ps|22|23|22|25" osisRef="Bible:Ps.22.23-Ps.22.25">Psalms 22:23-25</scripRef>.) In the
Apocalypse there are visions of the whole world
come to so high a place of justice and concord that
the nations sing hymns together in celebration of
right judgment and of the Source of it.</p>
<p id="d2-p14">As to the writing of new hymns to sing, the early
Christians probably felt no other restraint than the
limit of their ability to write poetry. St. Paul’s
poem on charity—Love for Humanity—mentioned
above, may or may not have been sung as a hymn or
<pb n="60" id="d2-Page_60" />
“spiritual song.” There is a passage in the writings
of St. Paul, <scripRef id="d2-p14.1" passage="Romans 8:35-39" parsed="|Rom|8|35|8|39" osisRef="Bible:Rom.8.35-Rom.8.39">Romans 8:35-39</scripRef>, which seems to
be a complementary poem, on Love for God. It
closes:</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p14.2">
<p id="d2-p15">For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor
angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present,
nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other
creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p16">Both might have been written for hymns, and sung
in the congregation. Surely both are magnificent
lyrics.</p>
<p id="d2-p17">The following quotation in <scripRef id="d2-p17.1" passage="Ephesians 5:13" parsed="|Eph|5|13|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Eph.5.13">Ephesians 5:13</scripRef> may
be from a hymn the rest of which has been lost:
“Awake, thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead,
and Christ shall give thee light.”</p>
<p id="d2-p18">Certainly among the earliest hymns besides those
mentioned are the “Gloria Patri,” the “Ter
Sanctus,” the “Song of the Three Hebrew Children,”
and the “Te Deum.” No one knows just
when and by whom these hymns were written or
first sung.</p>
<p id="d2-p19">Objections to “new songs,” as such, probably did
not arise until the first great heretical controversies.
These controversies between the orthodox and the
Gnostics and the Arians gave rise to outbursts of
hymnody on opposing sides. Up to the end of the
first century there was probably little hindrance to
the free composition and use of hymns in the meetings
for worship. The famous letter of Pliny the
<pb n="61" id="d2-Page_61" />
Younger, in Book X, written while he was governor
of Bithynia, to the Emperor Trajan, describes the
singing of Christians as he saw them in his province.
It is a disappointing view of those pioneers of the
faith; but one must remember that they were still
frail human beings, and moreover that the letter
is written by a pagan Roman governor to his pagan
master. One must admit at the same time that
Pliny’s letter has a tone of fairness.</p>
<p id="d2-p20">The letter, part of which follows here, was written
from Bithynia about seventy-five years after the
death of Christ. Pliny explains that the information
concerning the meetings of Christians for worship
was obtained by torture from two slaves who
were called “deaconesses.”</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p20.1">
<p id="d2-p21">An anonymous placard was posted accusing a large
number of persons by name. All those who denied being
or having been Christians repeated after me prayers to
the gods, and offered worship, with frankincense and
wine, to your statue and to the images of the gods which
I had brought in for the occasion; and they finally uttered
malediction to Christ—none of which things it is reported
a true Christian can be forced to do; these persons I
thought fit to release.</p>
</blockquote>
<blockquote id="d2-p21.1">
<p id="d2-p22">Others under the accusation at first confessed to being
Christians, then denied it—they had been, indeed, but
they had given it up, some, three years, others many
years, and some as many as twenty-five years ago. They
affirmed, however, that the extent of their error or wrongdoing
was in the fact that they were accustomed to meet
on stated days before dawn, and to sing songs to Christ
as god, binding themselves by solemn oath (<i>sacramento</i>)
<pb n="62" id="d2-Page_62" />
not to commit crime, but to abstain from cheating, adultery,
perjury, to meet to take food together; the meal was an
ordinary one, however, with nothing wrong about it.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p23">As the adherents of Christianity increased in
numbers, and as Christian gatherings became established
in towns and cities through a constantly
widening range, it was but natural that new converts
and new environments should add new elements
to the hymnody. They of course retained
the Psalms. But naturally this poetry would have
to be translated into the tongues of the people over
whom Christianity was making its new conquests.
The new religion recognized no racial or national
barriers; St. Paul and St. John had won that fight.
If the Syrians, Greeks, or Romans had anything
good and innocent to contribute, Christianity was,
at least ideally, ready to accept it. So new
rhythms, new music, and new songs came into the
church as it spread its bounds. Eusebius in his
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/schaff/anf05.v.iii.ii.html" id="d2-p23.1">History of the Church,” V:xxvii</a>, speaks of the
“psalms and hymns written by the brethren from
the beginning” with evident approval. The first
powerful influence directed toward curbing the
poetic impulse of the church was that of Paul of
Samosata. He translated the Psalms, emending
them to suit his own notions, and adding his peculiar
ideas to them. He insisted insolently that his translation
should be the only one allowed, and that,
moreover, nothing but the Psalms should be permitted
to be sung. At the second council at Antioch,
an appeal is made to the bishops of Alexandria and
<pb n="63" id="d2-Page_63" />
Rome against him, charging that he had “put a stop
to the psalms that were sung to our Lord Jesus
Christ, as being innovations, the work of later
times.”</p>
<p id="d2-p24">It was inevitable that in regard to the poetry of
the church there should be a conservative element
tending to exclude the new, and a forward element
eager for untried things—that there should be extremists,
the hidebound and the radical, the one rejecting
much that was good and beautiful in rejecting
all that was new; the other running after follies
because they were merely new. Then followed lusty
fighting among the hymners. The free-thinking
saints and the orthodox saints were not only composing
and singing hymns embodying their articles
of faith, but they were organizing rival choirs of
men and women. The streets of Constantinople
rang at midnight with the songs of the choirs of
Chrysostom, who was aided and encouraged by the
empress, and with the songs of the Arians on the
other side.</p>
<p id="d2-p25">In Syria during the second century, probably near
150 <span class="small" id="d2-p25.1">A. D.</span>, Bardesanes, a poet and scholar, wrote many
hymns and psalms tinged with Gnostic views. He
was followed by other poets. Only fragments of
this early Syrian hymnody remain now. But clearly
it was much alive and influential in the middle of
the fourth century, when Ephrem Syrus came out to
do battle against it.</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p25.2">
<p id="d2-p26">This champion of Christ put on his arms and proclaimed
war against the forces of the enemies, especially against
<pb n="64" id="d2-Page_64" />
the wickedness of Bardesanes and his followers. And the
blessed Ephrem, seeing that all men were led by music,
rose up and opposed the profane choruses of the young people,
and taught them odes and scales and responses . . .
and things of spiritual wisdom. . . . And he, like a
father in the midst of them, in the churches, a spiritual
harper, arranged for them different kinds of songs, and
taught them the variation of chants; until the whole city
was gathered to him, and the party of the adversary was
put to shame and defeated.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p27">Ephrem admits his opponent’s skill, in these lines:</p>
<verse id="d2-p27.1">
<l id="d2-p27.2">Thus in his odes he testifieth—</l>
<l id="d2-p27.3">(This wizard by his blandishments,</l>
<l id="d2-p27.4">And this lax one of his melodies),—</l>
<l id="d2-p27.5">That he dishonors the fair names</l>
<l id="d2-p27.6">Of the Holy Spirit.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p28">He says further,</p>
<verse id="d2-p28.1">
<l id="d2-p28.2">He therefore set in order</l>
<l id="d2-p28.3">Psalms one hundred and fifty</l>
<l id="d2-p28.4">But he deserted the truth of David,</l>
<l id="d2-p28.5">And only imitated his numbers.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p29">These passages are from “Opera Ephraemi,”
Tom. VI, translated by Henry Burgess, “Lyric
Hymns,” London, 1853.</p>
<p id="d2-p30">Ephrem deliberately set out to study the science
of poetry in order to better what his rival had done.
The following one of his hymns shows an entirely
new element in Christian religious song. It shows
<pb n="65" id="d2-Page_65" />
a more detailed and leisurely kind of speculation
than is found in the Hebrew or New Testament
lyrics. Its style is more after that of Mars Hill than
of Mount Zion:</p>
<verse id="d2-p30.1">
<l id="d2-p30.2">The soul having left the body,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.3">Is in great suffering,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.4">And feels much grief;</l>
<l id="d2-p30.5">And she is distracted hither and thither,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.6">Hither and thither,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.7">As to her destination;</l>
<l id="d2-p30.8">For the evil spirits desire</l>
<l id="d2-p30.9">That she should go with them</l>
<l id="d2-p30.10">Into the midst of Gehenna;</l>
<l id="d2-p30.11">And the angels also,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.12">That she should journey with them,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.13">To the region of light.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d2-p30.14">
<l id="d2-p30.15">In that moment,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.16">The soul lightly esteems</l>
<l id="d2-p30.17">Her beloved friends and brethren</l>
<l id="d2-p30.18">Whom she held dear,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.19">And her neighbors,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.20">And those with whom she was familiar.</l>
<l id="d2-p30.21">In that hour she despises</l>
<l id="d2-p30.22">Whatever pertains to riches,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.23">Or worldly possessions;</l>
<l id="d2-p30.24">But respecting her trespasses</l>
<l id="d2-p30.25">She has great anxiety,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.26">They being so many.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d2-p30.27">
<l id="d2-p30.28">Then the soul standing separate,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.29">Above the body she hath left,</l>
<pb n="66" id="d2-Page_66" />
<l id="d2-p30.30">Speaks to it thus,—</l>
<l id="d2-p30.31">“Death hath dismissed me,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.32">Remain thou here in peace</l>
<l id="d2-p30.33">For I am going away.”</l>
<l id="d2-p30.34">Then the body replies,—</l>
<l id="d2-p30.35">“Depart thou in peace,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.36">O soul tenderly loved!</l>
<l id="d2-p30.37">The Lord who hath fashioned us,</l>
<l id="d2-p30.38">He will procure our deliverance</l>
<l id="d2-p30.39">From Gehenna!”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p31">The following is a stanza from a hymn which may
have been written to be sung in the assemblies and in
the processions against the rival sects. The verses
show that in spite of the fact that the singers have
taken on much of the style of the extra-Judaic environment,
they are sternly set against the Greek-world
spirit of free speculation:</p>
<verse id="d2-p31.1">
<l id="d2-p31.2">He is allied with the infidel</l>
<l id="d2-p31.3">Who presumptuously investigates;</l>
<l id="d2-p31.4">At the threshold of death</l>
<l id="d2-p31.5">Standeth that daring one,</l>
<l id="d2-p31.6">Who hath laid aside</l>
<l id="d2-p31.7">His faith with his research</l>
<l id="d2-p31.8">To descend to fathom</l>
<l id="d2-p31.9">The sea of hidden mysteries.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p32">Another stanza shows that while Ephrem Syrus
did not, like some of the early fathers—and some of
the English Puritans—forbid all except the canonical
biblical verses in public worship, he did insist
upon the Psalms as the only pattern. Still, as we
<pb n="67" id="d2-Page_67" />
see, however much he tried to model them so, his own
compositions were far from being like the Psalms.</p>
<verse id="d2-p32.1">
<l id="d2-p32.2">Sing not, therefore,</l>
<l id="d2-p32.3">What is derogatory to God,</l>
<l id="d2-p32.4">Instead of his praise;</l>
<l id="d2-p32.5">Lest thou err and sing folly.</l>
<l id="d2-p32.6">Sing as David did</l>
<l id="d2-p32.7">To the son of David,</l>
<l id="d2-p32.8">And call him Lord and Son,</l>
<l id="d2-p32.9">As David did.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p33">This early religious struggle seems to have called
forth an outburst of singing. Ephrem Syrus urges
the faithful to compose and sing new songs.</p>
<verse id="d2-p33.1">
<l id="d2-p33.2">Make thy praise ripe,</l>
<l id="d2-p33.3">And offer to him</l>
<l id="d2-p33.4">Of the clusters of grapes</l>
<l id="d2-p33.5">Which thy tongue hath gathered.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p34">A part of one of his hymns is addressed directly to
the devil, examples of which in Christian hymnody
are rare.</p>
<verse id="d2-p34.1">
<l id="d2-p34.2">Cursed be thou, O Satan,</l>
<l id="d2-p34.3">In the name of Jesus the God;</l>
<l id="d2-p34.4">And let thy profane mouth be closed</l>
<l id="d2-p34.5">At the command of Christ the Lord!<note n="4" id="d2-p34.6">William Blake’s song addressed to the devil is another:
<verse id="d2-p34.7">
<l id="d2-p34.8">“Truly, my Satan, thou are but a dunce,</l>
<l id="d2-p34.9">And dost not know the garment from the man . . .</l>
<l id="d2-p34.10">Tho’ thou art worshipped by the names</l>
<l id="d2-p34.11">Of Jesus and Jehovah, thou art still</l>
<l id="d2-p34.12">The son of Morn in weary Night’s decline,</l>
<l id="d2-p34.13">The lost traveller’s dream under the hill.”</l>
</verse></note></l>
</verse>
<pb n="68" id="d2-Page_68" />
<p id="d2-p35">These hymns of Ephrem say much about death.
One of the songs examines into the graves of a
beggar and a king, finding the ashes the same. Particularly
frequent is the mention of singing itself,
and making verses of praise, and playing accompaniments.</p>
<p id="d2-p36">St. Basil, who died in the year 279, testifies to the
power and beauty of the hymnody of his time. In
the following passage, it is quite clear that he is
speaking of what we now call congregational
singing:</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p36.1">
<p id="d2-p37">If the ocean is beautiful and worthy of praise to God,
how much more beautiful is the conduct of the Christian
assembly where the voices of men and women and children,
blended and sonorous like the waves that break upon the
beach, rise amidst our prayers to the very presence of
God.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p38">It will be noted that the part of women in the
singing of the early church is not left in doubt here;
nor is it left doubtful in the accounts of Ephrem,
Chrysostom, and Augustine. It is also noteworthy
in this connection that two of the four great hymns
of the New Testament are attributed to the authorship
of women. There is no question that the singing
of this age among the Christians was very
general and very spirited.</p>
<p id="d2-p39">These glimpses of the life of the Christians in the
early centuries are enough to indicate that congregational
<pb n="69" id="d2-Page_69" />
singing was a very prominent and important
part of their worship.</p>
<p id="d2-p40">Especially is it noticeable and significant that
from the death of Christ on down through the ages,
when the saints and martyrs and other faithful
come to die they go out repeating or singing some
verse or snatch of hymn or psalm. It shows how
deeply this form of lyrical poetry has entered into
their lives. Whether the church was suffering
martyrdom or inflicting martyrdom, it seems to have
been the rule that the smoke rising up around the
stake choked the martyr’s singing.</p>
<p id="d2-p41">It is not within the scope of this work to discuss
the origins and differences of the Christian liturgies.
The purpose at this point is to show that from
the very first hymn singing was an important part
of Christian worship. Cantors or leaders were certainly
employed in some places, as were trained
choirs later. But this was by no means to the exclusion
of congregational singing—the men, women,
and children singing in concert. Old hymns, psalms,
and canticles, as well as new hymns composed from
time to time by men and women, were sung in the
churches in smaller assemblages, and by individuals.
St. Paul’s prohibition of women’s speaking in the
churches was not a prohibition of their singing the
hymns. The injunction that women should not
speak is, by the way, good evidence that they had
been speaking. Some think that the prohibition referred
only to the women of the church at Corinth,
<pb n="70" id="d2-Page_70" />
to which St. Paul was writing; but this is hardly
likely, for the order seems to be general and is
repeated in the letter to Timothy.</p>
<p id="d2-p42">The <scripRef passage="1 Cor. 14:1" id="d2-p42.1" parsed="|1Cor|14|1|0|0" osisRef="Bible:1Cor.14.1">fourteenth chapter of First Corinthians</scripRef> sheds
a good deal of light on the primitive church worship.
The writer directs that the service—singing, prayers,
preaching, and discussions—is to be carried on in
the language of the majority of the people present.
This of course necessitated the translation of the
songs. He says that although the people may
have the spirit of prayer while repeating prayers in
a language they do not know, it is better that they
should understand what they are saying. He says,
too, that he wishes to sing both with the “spirit and
understanding.” He further offers what seems a
half-humorous rebuke to certain ones who, at least
partly out of vanity, insist on using a foreign
tongue. He tells them that while he is acquainted
with more languages than all of them, he had rather
say five words that could be understood than five
thousand words in a strange tongue.</p>
<p id="d2-p43">As for the psalms and spiritual songs which they
sang, how or by whom they were translated
is not clear; that is, of course, in the very early
church. It is quite clear that before long the
Psalms were translated many times. There were
innumerable translations of the favorite ones, and
many translations of the entire one hundred and
fifty.</p>
<p id="d2-p44">The oldest hymn of the Christian church, outside
<pb n="71" id="d2-Page_71" />
of the Bible, say the historians of the times, is one
by Clement of Alexandria. The well known translation
by E. H. Plumptre begins, “Curb for stubborn
steed.” But <a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/schaff/anf02.vi.iii.iii.xii.html" id="d2-p44.1">Alexander’s translation</a>,</p>
<verse id="d2-p44.2">
<l id="d2-p44.3">Bridle of colts untamed,</l>
<l id="d2-p44.4">Over our will presiding;</l>
<l id="d2-p44.5">Wing of the unwandering birds,</l>
<l id="d2-p44.6">Our flight securely guiding;</l>
<l id="d2-p44.7">Rudder of youth unbending,</l>
<l id="d2-p44.8">Firm against adverse shock,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p45">is the most literal and picturesque rendering. It is
mainly a list of vivid metaphors addressed to Christ
as the good Providence.</p>
<p id="d2-p46">There was a great mass of Greek hymnody. To
Gregory of Nazianzus alone are attributed more
than thirty thousand hymns. John Mason Neale, in his
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/neale/easternhymns.html" id="d2-p46.1">“Hymns of the Eastern Church</a>,”
computed that there are in the office-books of the Eastern
Church at least four thousand closely printed quarto
pages, in double columns, of hymnic verse. This
does not include the earlier Greek hymns written in
classical meters. There must have been, then, a
great deal of hymn singing among the early Greek
Christians. Even in their homes when they lighted
their candles in the evening they had a particular
song to sing; it is still a famous hymn used in the
Eastern Church, and known in English hymnals as
the “candle-light hymn.” The translation by E.
W. Eddie begins:</p>
<pb n="72" id="d2-Page_72" />
<verse id="d2-p46.2">
<l id="d2-p46.3">O, brightness of the immortal Father’s face,</l>
<l id="d2-p46.4">Most holy, heavenly, blest,</l>
<l id="d2-p46.5">Lord Jesus Christ, in whom his truth and grace</l>
<l id="d2-p46.6">Are vividly expressed;</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d2-p46.7">
<l id="d2-p46.8">The sun is sinking now, and one by one</l>
<l id="d2-p46.9">The lamps of evening shine,</l>
<l id="d2-p46.10">We hymn the eternal Father and the Son,</l>
<l id="d2-p46.11">And Holy Ghost Divine.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p47">This hymn is in the new
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t13.h12.html" id="d2-p47.1">hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church</a>.</p>
<p id="d2-p48">St. Basil (<span class="small" id="d2-p48.1">A. D.</span> 370) refers to the custom and the
hymn; it was “ancient” then, he says:</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p48.2">
<p id="d2-p49">It seemed fitting to our fathers not to receive the gift
of light at eventide in silence, but on its appearing immediately
to give thanks. Who was the author of these
words of thanksgiving at the Lighting of the Lamps we are
not able to say.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p50">There is frequent reference in this poetry to
singing, and to musical accompaniment.</p>
<verse id="d2-p50.1">
<l id="d2-p50.2">Wake, wake, I pray thee, shrill-toned lyre!</l>
<l id="d2-p50.3">No more to fan the Teian fire,</l>
<l id="d2-p50.4">No more the Lesbian strain to raise!</l>
<l id="d2-p50.5">Wake, wake to hymn of nobler praise.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p51">The following quotations are from A. W. Chatfield’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/chatfield/greeksongs.html" id="d2-p51.1">Songs and Hymns of the Greek Christian Poets</a>”:</p>
<verse id="d2-p51.2">
<l id="d2-p51.3">And in the depth of sky</l>
<l id="d2-p51.4">Unfathomed we descry</l>
<l id="d2-p51.5">Thy ruling hand and power; for it is there</l>
<pb n="73" id="d2-Page_73" />
<l id="d2-p51.6">That thou the stars doth lead</l>
<l id="d2-p51.7">And in Light’s pastures feed</l>
<l id="d2-p51.8">The glittering hosts with a true shepherd’s care.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p52">Notice the Greek way of saying, “The heavens
declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth
his handiwork.” This is from the hymn of Bishop
Synesius (375-430).</p>
<p id="d2-p53">The following stanza from “A Hymn to Christ”
by Gregory, Bishop of Nazianzus (325-389), is typical
of much of the Greek hymnody, more speculative,
less concrete than the Hebrew:</p>
<verse id="d2-p53.1">
<l id="d2-p53.2">Beginning none, nor end;</l>
<l id="d2-p53.3">The self-spring Light art thou;</l>
<l id="d2-p53.4">We cannot comprehend,</l>
<l id="d2-p53.5">But to thy brightness bow,</l>
<l id="d2-p53.6">Whose eye, repelling mortal gaze,</l>
<l id="d2-p53.7">All things above, below, surveys.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p54">His “Hymn to God,” two stanzas of which in
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/chatfield/greeksongs.html" id="d2-p54.1">Chatfield’s translations</a> are given here, show the
Platonic cast of mind:</p>
<verse id="d2-p54.2">
<l id="d2-p54.3">Unuttered Thou, all uttered things</l>
<l id="d2-p54.4">Have had their birth in thee;</l>
<l id="d2-p54.5">The One unknown! from thee the springs</l>
<l id="d2-p54.6">Of all we know and see.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d2-p54.7">
<l id="d2-p54.8">And all things as they move along</l>
<l id="d2-p54.9">In order fixed by thee,</l>
<l id="d2-p54.10">The watchword heed in silent song</l>
<l id="d2-p54.11">Hymning thy majesty.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="74" id="d2-Page_74" />
<p id="d2-p55">Of all the images used to represent the Deity in
these Greek hymns, it is significant that “light”
occurs more often than any other, probably more
often than all other figures combined.</p>
<p id="d2-p56">John Mason Neale made a number of free renderings
of Greek hymns which seem to have come into
the permanent treasury of English hymnody. The
dramatic lyric,</p>
<verse id="d2-p56.1">
<l id="d2-p56.2">Christian, dost thou see them</l>
<l id="d2-p56.3">On the holy ground?</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p57">is a powerful hymn. An example of almost purely
descriptive lyric is seen in the hymn beginning:</p>
<verse id="d2-p57.1">
<l id="d2-p57.2">Fierce was the wild billow;</l>
<l id="d2-p57.3">Dark was the night;</l>
<l id="d2-p57.4">Oars labored heavily;</l>
<l id="d2-p57.5">Foam glimmered white,</l>
<l id="d2-p57.6">Trembled the mariners;</l>
<l id="d2-p57.7">Peril was nigh;</l>
<l id="d2-p57.8">Then said the God of Gods</l>
<l id="d2-p57.9">—“Peace! it is I!”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p58">One of the few dialogue hymns of the English
hymnody and one of the most beautiful of English
hymns is Neale’s translation, or rather paraphrase,
of a hymn by St. Stephen the Sabaite (725-794):</p>
<verse id="d2-p58.1">
<l id="d2-p58.2">Art thou weary, art thou languid?</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p59">Another with much of the Greek spirit left in the
translation begins:</p>
<verse id="d2-p59.1">
<l id="d2-p59.2">Unity of threefold Light.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="75" id="d2-Page_75" />
<p id="d2-p60">It was written by Metrophanes, Bishop of Smyrna,
around 910. Another,</p>
<verse id="d2-p60.1">
<l id="d2-p60.2">The day is past and over,</l>
<l id="d2-p60.3">All thanks, O Lord, to thee,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p61">Neale tells us is still a great favorite in the Greek
isles, and “is to the scattered villages of Chios and
Mitylene what Bishop Ken’s Evening Hymn is to
the villages of our own land.”</p>
<p id="d2-p62">Since the middle of the last century there has been
a growing interest in the discovered wealth of Greek
Christian hymnody. The “Bishop of Jerusalem”
controversy doubtless did something to stir up an
interest in England. Hymnody seems to thrive during
controversies and stirrings of soul.</p>
<p id="d2-p63">In 1862 John Mason Neale’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/neale/easternhymns.html" id="d2-p63.1">Hymns of the Eastern Church</a>”
attracted much notice. Littledale,
Dix, <a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/chatfield/greeksongs.html" id="d2-p63.2">Chatfield</a>,
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/brownlie" id="d2-p63.3">Brownlie</a>,
and Moorsom have made
important contributions both in translation and
criticism. In Leipsic, 1876, appeared the most important
collection of Greek hymns, that of Paranikas
and Christ, “Anthologia Græca Carminum
Christianorum.”</p>
<p id="d2-p64">It is not surprising that this new knowledge of
Greek hymnody has given the English church a new
sense of the ideal unity of Christians, and has done
much to minimize the differences between the Anglican
and Eastern churches. Interest was aroused
among some by the discovery of an old letter saying
that John Wesley had received, before leaving
for America, episcopal ordination from a bishop of
<pb n="76" id="d2-Page_76" />
the Greek Church. If this were true, it would make
John Wesley a priest in the Church of England,
bishop of the Eastern Church, and a sort of archbishop
of the Methodists all at the same time.
This is mentioned merely as an example of discussions
resulting from the interest aroused concerning
the Eastern Catholic Church by the introduction
of its hymnody into the Protestant churches.</p>
<p id="d2-p65">We have seen that St. Paul and the early fathers
urged the composing and singing of hymns in the
new languages as Christianity made its new advances.
No hymns in Latin, however, are now extant
that were written before about the middle of
the fourth century. The first Latin hymn-writer, a
native of what is now France, named Hilary, was
born at Poitiers, about 300. He was made bishop
of his native city in 353. Banished three years
later by the Emperor Constantine to Phrygia for
being too zealous in theological controversy, he
hears the Eastern Christians singing their hymns.
A good deal of the four years’ exile must have been
spent in writing hymns after the manner of the
East. His volume of hymns, “Liber Mysteriorum,”
has been lost. St. Alcuin ascribed the
“Gloria in Excelsis” to him. He may have translated
and introduced it. On his return from exile
he seems to have aroused a new and fervid interest
in hymn singing. His hymn beginning,</p>
<verse id="d2-p65.1">
<l id="d2-p65.2">Hymnum dicat turba fratrum,</l>
<l id="d2-p65.3">Hymnum cantus personet,</l>
</verse>
<pb n="77" id="d2-Page_77" />
<p id="d2-p66">is typical of the frequent exhortation to singing.</p>
<p id="d2-p67">Ambrose (340-397) was, like Hilary, a Frenchman,
a great fighter, and a great singer. Both of
these men were evidently strong and brilliant characters.
The poetical powers of Ambrose are indicated
in the old legend that at the conversion of St.
Augustine in the church at Milan Ambrose and the
new convert stood before the altar and composed
and sang responsively the “Te Deum,” which is
marked by many as the greatest Christian hymn.</p>
<p id="d2-p68">The writings of St. Augustine have frequent mention
of the singing of psalms and hymns. For example,
he advised his followers to memorize the
Psalms, so that they might “with godly melody
cheer up their very heart.” In his
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/augustine/confess.html" id="d2-p68.1">Confessions</a>”
he says, “I will call to mind the tears I shed at the
hearing of the church songs in the beginning of my
recovered faith.” Before his time and since, many
of the good and noble men of the world have attributed,
with Augustine, much to the early influence
of hymns sung by pious mothers. In his
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/schaff/npnf108.html" id="d2-p68.2">comment on the Psalms</a>
he says, concerning some Christians
who had been driven out from their homes: “Were
there then held any congregations and jubilees to
the honor of God? Were those hymns chanted in
concert from the churches of God what they were
wont to be sung in concert in time of peace and to
be sounded in a sweet accord of brotherhood in the
ears of God?”</p>
<p id="d2-p69">Doubt as to the matter of congregational singing
of hymns in the churches at this time would, it
<pb n="78" id="d2-Page_78" />
seems, be cleared by the words of Augustine himself. In his
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/augustine/confess.html" id="d2-p69.1">Confessions</a>”
he writes,</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p69.2">
<p id="d2-p70">How did I weep in thy Hymns and Canticles, sharply
affected by the voices of the church sweetly singing
them. . . . Not long had the church begun to practise
this kind of consolation and exhortation, the brethren giving
great care to the tuneful harmony of voices and
hearts. . . . The devout people kept watch in the church
ready to die with their bishop thy servant. There my
mother, thy handmaid, bearing a chief part of those anxieties
and watchings, lived in prayers. Then it was first
instituted that, according to the custom of Eastern regions,
hymns and psalms should be sung, lest the people should
faint through fatigue and sorrow, and from that day to
this the custom has been retained; and to-day indeed almost
all thy congregations throughout other parts of the
world follow that example.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p71">Describing the death of his mother, the famous
and pious Monica, he says:</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p71.1">
<p id="d2-p72">The boy Adeodatus being stilled from weeping, Eudius
took up the psalter and began to sing (our whole house
answering him) the Psalm—“I will sing of mercy and
judgment; to thee, O Lord, will I sing.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p73">After days of unutterable grief [says Augustine], as I
was alone in my bed, I remembered those true verses of
thine Ambrose:</p>
<verse id="d2-p73.1">
<l id="d2-p73.2">Maker of all, the Lord,</l>
<l id="d2-p73.3">And ruler of the height,</l>
<l id="d2-p73.4">While robing day in light, hath poured</l>
<l id="d2-p73.5">Soft slumbers o’er the night.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="79" id="d2-Page_79" />
<p id="d2-p74"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/prudentius/cathimerinon.html" id="d2-p74.1">Marcus Prudentius</a>,
a Spaniard, born in 348, eight
years later than Ambrose, contributed many hymns
to the Latin hymnody. Neale calls him “the prince
of early Christian poets.” A famous lawyer,
judge, and soldier, he entered the church at the
age of fifty-seven, and for the rest of his life was
an ecclesiastical apologist and poet.</p>
<verse id="d2-p74.2">
<l id="d2-p74.3">Now then at last, close to the very end of life,</l>
<l id="d2-p74.4">May yet my sinful soul put off her foolishness,</l>
<l id="d2-p74.5">And if by deed it cannot, yet at least by words give praise to God,</l>
<l id="d2-p74.6">Join day to day by constant hymns.</l>
<l id="d2-p74.7">Fail not each night in songs to celebrate the Lord,</l>
<l id="d2-p74.8">Fight against the heresies, maintain the Catholic faith.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p75">Merely the titles of his poems bear witness to the
place of hymnody in the lives of the people: “For
Cock-Crow”; “For Morning”; “Before Meat”;
“After Meat”; “At the Lighting of Lamps”; “Before
Sleep”; “Fasting”; “Burial.”</p>
<p id="d2-p76">The hymn “For Cock-Crow” shows his deep
piety, and his mastery of the hymn form:</p>
<verse id="d2-p76.1">
<l id="d2-p76.2">Ales, diei nuntius,</l>
<l id="d2-p76.3">Lucem propinquam præcinit;</l>
<l id="d2-p76.4">Nos excitator mentium</l>
<l id="d2-p76.5">Iam Christus ad vitam vocat.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d2-p76.6">
<l id="d2-p76.7">“Auferte,” clamat, “lectulos</l>
<l id="d2-p76.8">Ægros, soporos, desides,</l>
<l id="d2-p76.9">Costique, recti, ac sobrii</l>
<l id="d2-p76.10">Vigilante; iam sum proximus.”</l>
</verse>
<pb n="80" id="d2-Page_80" />
<verse id="d2-p76.11">
<l id="d2-p76.12">Iseum ciamus vocibus,</l>
<l id="d2-p76.13">Flentes, precantes, sobrii:</l>
<l id="d2-p76.14">Intenta supplicatio</l>
<l id="d2-p76.15">Dormire cor mundum vetat.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d2-p76.16">
<l id="d2-p76.17">Tu, Christe, somnum disice;</l>
<l id="d2-p76.18">Tu rumpe notis vincula;</l>
<l id="d2-p76.19">Tu solve peccatum vetus,</l>
<l id="d2-p76.20">Novumque lumen ingere!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p77">Two stanzas of Neale’s translation follow; he adds
rime, which had not yet come into Latin hymns:</p>
<verse id="d2-p77.1">
<l id="d2-p77.2">The winged herald of the day</l>
<l id="d2-p77.3">Proclaims the morn’s approaching ray;</l>
<l id="d2-p77.4">And Christ the Lord our souls excites,</l>
<l id="d2-p77.5">And so to endless life invites.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d2-p77.6">
<l id="d2-p77.7">“Take up thy bed” to each he cries,</l>
<l id="d2-p77.8">“Who, sick, or wrapped in slumber, lies,</l>
<l id="d2-p77.9">And chaste and just and sober stand,</l>
<l id="d2-p77.10">And watch, my coming is at hand.”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p78">The fourth century must have seen an outburst
of song somewhat like that which Germany saw in
Luther’s time, France in Marot’s time, and England
in the times of Wyclif and of the Wesleys. St.
Jerome, speaking of the hymnody of the period,
says, “One cannot go into the field without hearing
the plower at his halleluiahs, and the mower at his
hymns.” Augustine speaks with great feeling of
the influence of the hymns which his mother had
learned at the church of Milan.</p>
<p id="d2-p79">These statements give some idea of hymn singing
<pb n="81" id="d2-Page_81" />
in Syria, Constantinople, and Rome. There is
a curious account of a pilgrimage made to Palestine
near the close of the fourth century, by St. Silvia
of Aquitania. It may be that this pilgrim was partial
to hymnody; but, at any rate, accounts of hymn
singing have a large place in her story. Her party
had been to the Mount of the Ascension singing:</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p79.1">
<p id="d2-p80">And thence with hymns, all, down to the smallest child,
descend on foot to Gethsemane. . . . When they arrived
at Gethsemane, first a suitable prayer is offered, then a
hymn is sung, then that passage of the gospel where the
Lord is apprehended; and there is much moaning and
groaning of all the people with weeping that the groans
may be heard almost to the city. From that hour, they
go on foot to the city with hymns.<note n="5" id="d2-p80.1">“The Pilgrimage
of St. Silvia of Aquitania to the Holy Places.”
Translated by John H. Bernard, Palestine Pilgrims’ Text Society,
London 1891.</note></p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p81">She was at Jerusalem at Easter. After mass, she
says:</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p81.1">
<p id="d2-p82">Both men and women, as many people as wish, go up to
Olivet. Hymns are sung and prayers offered. After that
psalms have been sung and prayers offered, they descend
again with hymns at the hour of vespers. . . . Selections
are read there, and hymns interspersed; antiphons are also
sung suitable to the day and place.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p83">Another indication of the prevalence of singing
is in a letter from Jerome concerning the death of
Paula in Jerusalem:</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p83.1">
<p id="d2-p84">No weeping nor lamentations followed her death, but
<pb n="82" id="d2-Page_82" />
all present united in chanting the Psalms, each in their
several tongues. . . . One after another they chanted the
Psalms, now in Greek, now in Latin, now in Syriac,
throughout the remainder of the week.<note n="6" id="d2-p84.1"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/schaff/npnf206.v.CVIII.html" id="d2-p84.2">Ep. 108. 30</a></note></p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p85">Clement of Alexandria in one of his homilies
says, “A noble hymn of God is an immortal man
established in righteousness in whom the oracles of
truth are engraved.”</p>
<p id="d2-p86">Ancient Latin hymns may be said to close with St.
Gregory the Great. The hymn “Veni Creator”—translated,
“Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,”
by John Cosin—is attributed uncertainly both to
Gregory and to Charlemagne. “The Gregorian
tones or chants,” says Julian in his
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/julian_j" id="d2-p86.1">Dictionary of Hymnology</a>,”
“we owe to his anxiety to supersede
the more melodious and flowing style of church
music, which is popularly attributed to St. Ambrose,
by the severer and more solemn monotone which is
their characteristic.”</p>
<p id="d2-p87">With Fortunatus (530-609) and the Venerable
Bede (637-735) begins the medieval hymnody which
reached its splendid height in the twelfth and thirteenth
centuries. In form the Latin verse had
tended more and more to break away from the
classical quantity measure and to fall into the accented
measure. With it came the decoration of
rime. Hymnody became more and more popular,
and more rich and splendid through the Middle
Ages. The rime and the musical beat charmed the
<pb n="83" id="d2-Page_83" />
ears of the common people and clung in their
memory. “This verse,” says Clement Blume, in
his article on hymns in “The Catholic Encyclopedia,”
“was especially for the congregation; for
the people who in those days took a much more active
and important part in the Liturgy than is now
the case. Christian hymnody is therefore originally
and essentially a poetry of the people.” For influence,
no other form of literature of the Middle
Ages approached its hymnody. The fact that half a
dozen of those hymns, translated into English within
the last two generations, have taken their places
among the most familiar and best loved hymns indicates
that the praise lavished upon them by modern
critics is just; but nothing can indicate their splendor
and magnificence except the Latin poems themselves.
The “Dies Iræ,” named the most splendid
of them all, while it is what Theodore Parker
termed a “damnation lyric,” has a tremendous
music about it, and a combination of pathos and
grandeur that would distinguish any century that
produced such a song.</p>
<p id="d2-p88">“Jerusalem the golden”; “Jesus the very thought
of thee”; “Jerusalem, my happy home”; “O come,
all ye faithful,” as the first lines of English translations,
are powerful in themselves. The number of
these medieval hymns still extant is enormous. The
largest collection of them is that brought together
by Dreves and Blume, “Analecta, Hymnica Medii
Ævi” (Leipsic, 1866-1906); it is made up mainly
<pb n="84" id="d2-Page_84" />
of hymns that had not been published by other compilers,
such as Mone, who had previously brought
out three large volumes. The Dreves and Blume collection
fills fifty-four large volumes, averaging about
two hundred and fifty poems to the volume. Ker,
in “The Dark Ages,” says,</p>
<blockquote id="d2-p88.1">
<p id="d2-p89">No literary work of the dark ages can be compared for
the extent and far reaching results of its influence with
the development of popular Latin poetry. The hymn
went further and affected a larger number of people’s
minds than anything else in literature.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d2-p90">Two things about the hymns are increasingly
noticeable: the trend toward perfection of music,
meter, and rime, and the trend toward the worship
of the Virgin and the saints. The verse and structure
and the riming effect are developed into marvelous
creations.</p>
<p id="d2-p91">Lines of Bernard of Cluny’s “Laus Patriæ Cœlestis”
or “In Contemptu Mundi” will indicate the involved
artistry:</p>
<verse id="d2-p91.1">
<l id="d2-p91.2">Hora novissima, tempora pessima sunt vigilemus;</l>
<l id="d2-p91.3">Ecce minaciter, imminet arbiter ille supremus.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p92">About 90 per cent of the hymns of the eleventh
and twelfth centuries are addressed to or made in
honor of the Virgin or the saints. The deeper
thought of the people, and the gradual changes of
thought, are clearly mirrored in their songs.
“Hymns bear testimony,” says T. Hill Odell in his
<pb n="85" id="d2-Page_85" />
“English Monasticism,” “not only literary but historical,
as to the state of the church at any given
time, and certainly it is one of the best and purest
testimonies that can be found.”</p>
<p id="d2-p93">Surely, then, these hymns are out of an age of
lively and fervent faith. Those people believe with
a will. Their hymns are triumphant statements of
faith. Even the hymns picturing the misery of
the world take on a swing and beat and rime that is
all but joyous.</p>
<p id="d2-p94">One proof of their consummate art is in the way
with which the songs seem to feed the hungry spirit.
The hungering mendicant could walk the road in his
dirt and rags and sing himself into possession of
lavish riches and comforts—palaces, clear fountains,
gardens, and gallant walks, whitest clothes, and
jewels.</p>
<p id="d2-p95">In these hymns, too, we can see the heart speaking
out in contradiction to certain dogmas.
“Against the things ye bid me speak,” says Whittier’s
hymn, “my heart within me pleads.” An
example of this may be seen in Bernard of Clairvaux’s
“Ad Christum a Cruce Pendentem.” The
dogma and logic of the Middle Ages said that the
human form is vile food for worms, hateful, shameful,
a foul bond holding down the wings of the soul.
But in this hymn the physical form is praised.
There are seven sections of it, each devoted to a
member of the body. And they could honor, sing
hymns, to the rosy flesh of Mary. Not only was the
body of a saint honorable, but even a piece of bone,
<pb n="86" id="d2-Page_86" />
the dust of the foot, was holy. If their older theology
degraded the physical being, their hymns
cried out in the other extreme, exalting it.</p>
<p id="d2-p96">There is a more striking instance of the poetic
spirit and the human heart asserting itself in spite
of dogma and scholastic logic. Womankind in the
medieval days was held, with Eve as the prototype,
to be distinctly the ally of the evil powers, and the
one responsible for the deplorable state the world
had got itself into. Chaucer’s <i>Man of Lawe</i> expressed
the idea:</p>
<verse id="d2-p96.1">
<l id="d2-p96.2">O Satan, envious sin thilke day</l>
<l id="d2-p96.3">That thou wert chased from our heritage,</l>
<l id="d2-p96.4">Wel knowestow to wommen the olde way!</l>
<l id="d2-p96.5">Thou madest Eva bringe us in servage.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d2-p97">And yet in spite of themselves they were worshiping,
as the special object of devotion, Mary, the
type of the eternal woman; in her was gentleness,
kindness, meekness, instinctive good sense, sympathy,
wholesome womanly indignation. From the
thousands of stories of Mary’s common sense and
timely help, one sees what these men thought of
woman in spite of dogma and tradition. The
Blessed Virgin, an idealized type of their own
womankind, was impetuous at times; she had been
known to change her mind. It was after all the
woman, in spite of the hard doctrines about her, that
made the world livable. A good clerk was tired out
and sleepy; the Virgin would take the book and sing
in his place, who had always been punctilious in
<pb n="87" id="d2-Page_87" />
showing toward her image the proper tokens of respect.
She would reach out her arm and deal a
sound miraculous slap to some undutiful clerk or
layman who needed it. She once gave a bishop a
good beating for deposing one of the younger clergy
who had never yet passed her statue without obeisance.
Good Walter of Birback, delayed for a tournament,
found when he reached the field that he had
already vanquished his evil opponents; the Virgin
had taken his place. A man sold his wife to the
devil. The wife, suspecting something, stopped at
Mary’s shrine. The Virgin took her place, rode to
the rendezvous, and sent the old dragon howling into
hell.</p>
<p id="d2-p98">The hymns of this period were to Mary. If their
hard logic made God an angry, unreasonable, and
unlovable deity whom they could not truly worship,
they could praise their gracious ideality, the kind,
just, humane Virgin. Their scheme of thought condemned
woman, but their hearts and their hymns
adored her. If their dogma took the kindness and
humaneness out of religion, their hearts put it back
and their hymns asserted it in great joy and beauty.</p>
<p id="d2-p99">In England, both the Latin hymnody and the vernacular
had flourished from the first. Augustine’s
missionaries landed and swung up the beach into
line singing Latin hymns. The first poetic note in
native English poetry, as we have seen, was hymnal,
as had been the case in French poetry. And in Germany
hymns had their most familiar home. Hymns
had been sounding through Europe for these centuries,
<pb n="88" id="d2-Page_88" />
and had become part of the bone and sinew
of the people.</p>
<p id="d2-p100">A volume of verses might be cited to show the
astonishing skill with which the later medieval poets
wrote their hymns. But the art fell off finally into
mere verbal ingenuity.</p>
<p id="d2-p101">From the many thousands of Latin hymns the English
hymn-books have chosen a few of the great ones.
Doubtless more of them will be adopted as better
translations appear. Among the most familiar are:
“Adeste Fideles,” of the eighteenth century, authorship
unknown; the “Dies Iræ,” probably by
Thomas of Celono, about 1250; “Pange Lingua
Gloriosi,” by Thomas Aquinas, about 1260; “Stabat
Mater Dolorosa,” by Jocopone de Todi, in the
thirteenth century; “Veni Creator Spiritus,” authorship
uncertain, about 800; and “Vexilla Regis
Prodeunt,” by Fortunatus, 569.</p>
<p id="d2-p102">The Dark Ages were dark—but not utterly dark.
Grant all the dust and woe, the inarticulate want,
the ignorance, the dirt, and wretchedness of the common
people; the gorgeous finery and stupid cruelty
of the upper few; the barbaric enthusiasms, the
spiritual hysteria, the plagues, the brooding superstitions,
the fiendish persecution: still the human
spirit was alive and striving.</p>
<p id="d2-p103">There were the great waves of popular devotion,
acts of faith, self-renunciation for the love of God,
which drew men together as one to raise the towering
churches, and to move away into the Crusades.
Simple peasants, kings, and little children did their
<pb n="89" id="d2-Page_89" />
cheerful parts; princesses strained their shoulders
against the ropes that pulled the huge stone-cart
toward the rising cathedral, hymns of praise in
stone. There was much of faith and hope and charity.
The surging hymns of the Middle Ages were
proof of it; they were born of faith and hope and
charity and love of light and beauty; they could not
so have sounded through hall and hut by the road-sides,
down the foot-paths, through fields and
pasture-lands, in the churches and the cloisters,
without themselves kindling and keeping alive the
Christian virtues. Their words and music, sometimes
pensive, sometimes hilarious, helped to break
the hold of unknown terrors, enchanters, dragons,
and fiends; they gave surcease to grief and pain;
they called the voices of neighbors into unison and
their hearts as well; they kept alive a common zeal
for the City of God. The old age was not the golden
age, but there was a glow of gold in it which would
never have been there but for the great hymns that
moved like the winds through Europe.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="III. The Native English Hymn" prev="d2" next="d4" id="d3">
<pb n="90" id="d3-Page_90" />
<h2 id="c3">CHAPTER III
<br /><span class="small" id="d3-p0.2">THE NATIVE ENGLISH HYMN</span></h2>
<p id="d3-p1">With the coming of the Renaissance, Latin
hymnody became one of the old things that
must pass away. Its heavy surges, sounding so
powerfully through the age that created it, now began
to recede and to become an echo. Its art had
finally overdone itself and had become an empty exercise,
the expression not of aspiring faith but
rather of ingenuity in making words tumble like
jugglers’ balls in astonishing feats of rhythm and
rime. The new classical taste, moreover, rejected
its Gothic exuberance of form. The church, under
order of the pope, made a sweeping reformation of
the words and music of its song. “Hymnody then,”
says Clement Blume, S. J., co-editor of the monumental
“Analecta Hymnica Medii Ævi,” “received
its death blow, as under the revision of the breviary
under Pope Urban VIII the medieval rhythmical
hymns were forced into more classical forms by
means of so-called corrections. The hymnody of
the Middle Ages is now only an historical monument
which bears witness to the artistic skill, the joyful
singing, and the deep religious life of our forefathers.”</p>
<p id="d3-p2">But the Christian hymn was not to pass away;
<pb n="91" id="d3-Page_91" />
Christianity is a singing religion sprung out of another
singing religion whose ancient admonitions
said, “Let all the people praise thee,” “Praise the
Lord with a harp,” “Sing unto him a new song,”
“Enter into his courts with song,” “Sing ye praises
with understanding,” “Praise him all ye people.”
The early church rose with singing and made its
progress westward with ever increasing sweep of
song. And when the mighty harmonies of the Middle
Ages died away there was still singing.</p>
<p id="d3-p3">Native vernacular hymns had always existed in
England along with the Latin. The Latin hymns
which the first missionary band sang as they landed
and marched up the shore of Britain were not long
in finding echoes in the language of the island. The
first song of her first poet was a hymn. The uppermost
spring of the stream of England’s literature
is a clear-flowing lyric, a hymn of praise to God.
This poem of the first known writer of English gives
forecast of a sturdy quality of the literature to consider
duty and decorum of life, and “to assert eternal
Providence.” The legend of the shy lad,
Cædmon, is not likely to be too often called to mind.</p>
<p id="d3-p4">As he slept in the hay in the stable at Whitby, one
stood by him and said, “Cædmon, sing me something.”</p>
<p id="d3-p5">Cædmon said, “I do not know how to sing; that is
why I left the feast and came out here.”</p>
<p id="d3-p6">“Still, you might sing.”</p>
<p id="d3-p7">“What shall I sing?”</p>
<p id="d3-p8">“Sing the beginnings of all created things.”</p>
<pb n="92" id="d3-Page_92" />
<p id="d3-p9">And Cædmon began to sing:</p>
<verse id="d3-p9.1">
<l id="d3-p9.2">Nu scylun hergan Heofonriches Uard—</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p10">“Now shall we praise the heaven-kingdom’s
Keeper.” Professor Cook’s translation is as
follows:</p>
<verse id="d3-p10.1">
<l id="d3-p10.2">Now must we hymn the Master of heaven,</l>
<l id="d3-p10.3">The might of the Maker, the deeds of the Father,</l>
<l id="d3-p10.4">The thought of his heart. He, Lord everlasting,</l>
<l id="d3-p10.5">Stablished of old the source of all wonders:</l>
<l id="d3-p10.6">Creator all-holy, hung the bright heaven,</l>
<l id="d3-p10.7">A roof high upreared, o’er the children of men;</l>
<l id="d3-p10.8">The king of mankind then created for mortals</l>
<l id="d3-p10.9">The world in its beauty, the earth spread beneath them,</l>
<l id="d3-p10.10">He, Lord everlasting, omnipotent God.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p11">The Venerable Bede (673-735), who was probably
a child when Cædmon was an old man, tells in his
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/bede/history.html" id="d3-p11.1">Ecclesiastical History</a>”
of a good deal of hymn
singing; he composed a book of hymns, and himself
died singing. St. Patrick and St. Colomba and their
followers had cheered their own hearts with psalms
and hymns and had charmed many savage hearts
with them. King Alfred so loved his hymn-book
that he carried it in his bosom and sang as he went
to war or traveled among his people or even when
he went hunting.</p>
<p id="d3-p12">Native English hymns flourished along with the
Latin hymns. There were many hymns of Latin
and English lines alternating and of English verses
with Latin refrains. The Lord’s Prayer, the Creed,
<pb n="93" id="d3-Page_93" />
the ancient Latin hymns, the Psalms, and even the
Catechism were turned into popular rimes and generally
sung. Professor Carleton F. Brown’s “Catalogue
of Old and Middle English Religious Verse,”
in two large volumes, gives an idea of the extent of
this kind of poetry. A considerable part of the
verse listed is lyrical.</p>
<p id="d3-p13">Some of the songs are quaint and lovely; some
are plodding, earnest, well-intentioned, and dull.
Ideas of the Deity are frequently startling in their
naïveté. One pious rimer concludes that “God is
a clever wight,” since he did all his work of creation
by word of mouth rather than by hard labor. Here
are some examples of the native religious song:</p>
<verse id="d3-p13.1">
<l id="d3-p13.2">Suete iesu, myn huerte gleem</l>
<l id="d3-p13.3">Brytore then the sonne beem.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p13.4">
<l id="d3-p13.5">Suete iesu loverde myn</l>
<l id="d3-p13.6">My lyfe, myn huerte, al is thin.</l>
<l id="d3-p13.7">Undo myn herte, out lyht ther yn,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.8">And wite me from fendes engyn.<note n="7" id="d3-p13.9">Harleian MS. No. 2253. Edited by the Early English Text Society.</note></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p13.10">
<l id="d3-p13.11">Mary flowr of flowrs all,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.12">Hath born a chyld in an ox stall,—</l>
<l id="d3-p13.13">That lord and prynce is over all:</l>
<l id="d3-p13.14"><i>Puer natus est nobis.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p13.15">
<l id="d3-p13.16">By an apull of a tre</l>
<l id="d3-p13.17">Bound men all made were we,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.18">That chyld was born to make us fre:</l>
<l id="d3-p13.19"><i>Puer natus est nobis.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="94" id="d3-Page_94" />
<verse id="d3-p13.20">
<l id="d3-p13.21">The chyld was don on the rode</l>
<l id="d3-p13.22">With hys flesshe &amp; with hys blood,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.23">For our helpe &amp; for our gud:</l>
<l id="d3-p13.24"><i>Puer natus est nobis.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p13.25">
<l id="d3-p13.26">The IIIde day he rose &amp; to hevyn went,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.27">Wytt &amp; wysedom us he sent</l>
<l id="d3-p13.28">For to keep hys commaundment:</l>
<l id="d3-p13.29"><i>Puer natus est nobis.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p13.30">
<l id="d3-p13.31">He shall cum down at domys day,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.32">With blody woundis I you say,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.33">As he dyed on Gud Fryday:</l>
<l id="d3-p13.34"><i>Puer natus est nobis.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p13.35">
<l id="d3-p13.36">Now pray we to that hevyn kyng</l>
<l id="d3-p13.37">To send us all his dere blessyng,</l>
<l id="d3-p13.38">Shryft &amp; hosyll at our endyng:</l>
<l id="d3-p13.39"><i>Puer natus est nobis.</i><note n="8" id="d3-p13.40">From the MS. of Richard Hill, 1508-1836. Edited by Roman Dyboski, <span class="sc" id="d3-p13.41">Ph.D.</span> Publication of the Early English Text Society. Extra series 101. London, 1907.</note></l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p14">Another, long and doleful, ends each stanza with
the refrain,</p>
<verse id="d3-p14.1">
<l id="d3-p14.2">Alas my hart will brek in thre,</l>
<l id="d3-p14.3"><i>Terribilis mors conturbat me.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p15">One feels that the anonymous author of the following
verse was an earnest soul if he was no poet:</p>
<verse id="d3-p15.1">
<l id="d3-p15.2">Lord, my God al merciable,</l>
<l id="d3-p15.3">I the bi-seche with herte stable</l>
<l id="d3-p15.4">That I mouwe wilne that thing</l>
<l id="d3-p15.5">That most may beo to thy lyking.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="95" id="d3-Page_95" />
<p id="d3-p16">Now, as earnestness of purpose and freedom of
spirit are outstanding traits of Christian hymnody,
they are outstanding traits, too, of the English people.
It might have been expected, therefore, that
freedom-loving and earnest England would be the
land where the hymn would greatly flourish. And
it has flourished. There has been a lively English
hymnody as long as there has been an English
language. And it has been a great thing that the
rhythm of this song joined in with the rhythm of
English scythe and oar and spinning-wheel and
cradle to lighten the burden of toil and lift up the
hearts of the people.</p>
<p id="d3-p17">But as vigorous and variegated and prevalent as
this union of popular poetry and popular music was
in England, it strangely weakened and paled at the
one time in English history when it might have been
expected most to flourish. The Reformation, born
of that new freedom of thought and worship which
produces the best hymnody, did not in England, as
it gloriously did in Germany, speak out richly in
the native vernacular hymn.</p>
<p id="d3-p18">The Elizabethans did not write hymns as we understand
the term. There was rich popular music
and abundant religious poetry; hardly a poet from
Wyatt on down did not bring forth his “Divine
Poems.” But the distinctive hymn was in disfavor
and neglect. The Puritans said: We will tolerate
nothing in our worship which is not plainly scriptural.
We will sing only those religious songs that
are in the Bible: the poets may turn the Bible
<pb n="96" id="d3-Page_96" />
literally into rime and meter for us; we will sing
that, but we will not tolerate in our public worship
of God any hymn of mere “human composure.”
The other and complementary party likewise banned
all contemporary and recent hymnody, not, however,
because it was outside the Bible canon, but because it
lacked the sanction of ancient ecclesiastical usage.</p>
<p id="d3-p19">So it was that the age of Elizabeth, which might
perhaps have produced for England poetry as rich
and beautiful in the smaller scope of hymnody as it
produced in the large province of drama, and which
gave us lyric poems that are still the glory of the
language—some of them religious lyrics, too—gave
to the English hymn-book hardly a single stanza
that may be called hymnic. It is true that the poem
containing, “Jerusalem, My Happy Home,” and “O
Mother Dear, Jerusalem” were written then; but
these hymns are stanzas selected from a long anonymous
poem signed “F. B. P.,” and they did not become
hymns till the close of the eighteenth century.</p>
<p id="d3-p20">It was not, of course, because of any lack of religious
feeling or of the lyric spirit that there were
no Elizabethan hymns. There was much religious
singing and sacred music. It was the age of Tallis
and William Byrd and of other great and many
minor church musicians. Whole chapters, for example,
of the Acts were turned into rime and meter,
set to music, and sung in the Chapel Royal. Whole
books, including the chronological lists of names,
were versified and sung, seemingly with fervor.
The Psalms were sung to the tunes common in the
<pb n="97" id="d3-Page_97" />
streets and the shops of barbers, and in the taverns.
They were sung in the cathedrals and in the cultivated
homes such as that in which <a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/milton" id="d3-p20.1">John Milton</a> was
nurtured. But from these golden days of English
life and literature there have come down to us no
great hymns; there was, as we have seen, no popular
demand, no social feeling, to inspire the rich native
hymnody.</p>
<p id="d3-p21">It takes more than a devout and wise poet to make
a hymn; it requires a people to call forth poetry of
any kind. Especially is this true of that most social
type of poem, the hymn. The history of poetry and
especially of hymnody shows that it requires social
thinking and communal feeling as well as individual
gift to make poetry.
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/milton/paradiselost.html" id="d3-p21.1">Paradise Lost</a>”
was a poem of Puritan England no less than of John Milton.</p>
<p id="d3-p22">It is not by chance that poets stand in groups.
The poetic movements and the poetic notions which
group poets together from time to time are not entirely
of the poets. Wordsworth and Coleridge
needed each other and needed the social thinking
and feeling of their time to make them the poets
they were. The poetry of Keats and Shelley and
Byron is the poetry of the age of spiritual awakening
and revolt, of a wave of communal feeling and
thinking, as well as of the three individuals. The
New England transcendentalists were poets not
merely of and for themselves, but of and for the
common mind and spirit of transcendental New England.
Shakspere was the voice of William Shakspere;
but he was even more the voice of Elizabethan
<pb n="98" id="d3-Page_98" />
England. If the poet spoke merely of himself, and
were not the voice of a deeper social mind, we might
have a Longfellow singing with Pope, and a Dryden
singing heroic couplets of seventeenth-century wisdom
in Alaska or Arizona. If Charles Wesley had
been living in the time of Donne and Herrick he
would probably have written no hymns at all; the
type had not been developed in the minds of the people
and the poets. And had he lived then, and had
he conceived independently of the type, he would
not have written many hymns, there being no demand
for them and no response to them. Ken and
Watts and the religious revival of the eighteenth
century together with Charles Wesley produced
“Jesus Lover of My Soul” and “O for a Thousand
Tongues to Sing.” When Herrick and Donne wrote,
if the people had been singing religious lyrics of our
poets in their worship, the poets would have responded
with lyrics to sing. And the people in turn
would have learned and set up a higher standard.
It required Ken, Watts, and Wesley to develop the
hymn, but it took a hymn-minded England to develop
Ken, Watts, and Wesley.</p>
<p id="d3-p23">Tethered poets could not write great hymns.
There was a prodigious amount of metrical psalmody,
some of it good, so far as second-hand poetry
can be good, but the blighting effect of this kind of
repression upon poetic form and spirit is evident as
one reads over the metrical versions of Psalms made
by some of the best English poets, including Milton.</p>
<p id="d3-p24">And thus it came about that while Germany was
<pb n="99" id="d3-Page_99" />
making so splendid a hymnody, the Elizabethan age
produced no great hymns. Michael Drayton expressed
this idea of limitation well enough in the
preface to his “Harmonie of the Church containing
the spiritual Songs and Holy Hymns of Godly men,
Patriarchs, and Prophets; all sweetly sounding to
the praise and glory of the highest. Now (newly)
introduced into sundry kinds of English Meeter;
meets to be sung or read for the solace and comfort
of the godly” (London, 1591):</p>
<blockquote id="d3-p24.1">
<p id="d3-p25">Gentle reader, my meaning is not with the variety of
verse to feed any vain humor, neither to trouble thee with
devices of my own invention, as carrying an overweening
of my own wit; but here I present thee these Psalms or
Songs of Praise so exactly translated as the prose would
permit, or sense would in any way suffer me; which (if
thou be the same in heart as thou art in name, I mean
Christian) I doubt not but thou wilt take as great delight
in these as in any poetical fiction.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d3-p26">It is a tragedy of literary history that Drayton
did not express more “devices of his own invention,”
not only so far as religious lyrics go but in
the broader field of literature as well. His opinion
about originality in religious song was all but a
universal opinion, and consequently the native hymn
of modern English had little inspiration and response
such as the great hymnists had had. It is
hard to imagine what the Elizabethans might have
done with the hymn.</p>
<p id="d3-p27">The sweeping corporate fervor for singing, such
<pb n="100" id="d3-Page_100" />
as had called forth the Psalms themselves in their
time, was lacking to the Elizabethans; their ears
never quite caught the hymnal note. Wyatt and
Surrey, blazing the way for modern English poetry,
had written hymn verse; but it was verse patterned
slavishly upon the models of the Psalms. In sonnets
and other lyrics they wrote freely and brilliantly
for their early time, but in this province.</p>
<p id="d3-p28">William Drummond of Hawthornden published
in his “Flowers of Zion” (Edinburgh, 1620) some
religious verse of high quality. But not one of
these poems falls exactly into the hymn type; he
did not attain to the making of a single good hymn.
His “Ascension Hymn” will serve as well as any
to show this, and will give a hint why:</p>
<verse id="d3-p28.1">
<l id="d3-p28.2">Bright Portalles of the Skie</l>
<l id="d3-p28.3">Embossed with sparkling Starres,</l>
<l id="d3-p28.4">Doors of Eternitie</l>
<l id="d3-p28.5">With diamantine barres.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p28.6">
<l id="d3-p28.7">Your Arras rich uphold,</l>
<l id="d3-p28.8">Loose all your bolts and Springs,</l>
<l id="d3-p28.9">Ope wide your leaves of gold;</l>
<l id="d3-p28.10">That in your Roofes may come the King of kings.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p29">To fitting music this poem, so far, would be a rather
gorgeous hymn. Except for its slight antiqueness,
I do not see that it is much inferior to Pope’s “Rise,
Crowned with Light, Imperial Salem, Rise,” or Addison’s
“The Spacious Firmament on High,” both
of which it resembles in combined fervor and splendor.
<pb n="101" id="d3-Page_101" />
But in the following stanza it loses the hymn
quality of restraint from gaudy decoration:</p>
<verse id="d3-p29.1">
<l id="d3-p29.2">Scarfed in a rosy cloud</l>
<l id="d3-p29.3">Hee doth ascend the Aire,</l>
<l id="d3-p29.4">Straight doth the Moone him shrowde</l>
<l id="d3-p29.5">With her resplendent Haire.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p30">The figure of the moon’s hair, while it may be pretty
fancy, is a patent violation of that churchly dignity
which slight practice in hymnody would have shown
Drummond that the hymn demands.</p>
<p id="d3-p31">A hymn of Phineas Fletcher, published in 1670,
twenty years after his death, beginning,</p>
<verse id="d3-p31.1">
<l id="d3-p31.2">Great fount of light, whose overflowing streams,</l>
<l id="d3-p31.3">Lend stars their dimmer sparks, suns brighter beams,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p32">shows another departure from the hymn standard:
the lines are too subtle. One has to pause in reading
them to see what they mean. If Fletcher had
been a contemporary of Keble he would have found
out that the meaning, or least some meaning, must
be instantly evident. Neither the music nor the
momentum of corporate vocal expression will allow
any pause for studying out subtle meanings.</p>
<verse id="d3-p32.1">
<l id="d3-p32.2">Cease, then, my tongue, and lend unto my mind</l>
<l id="d3-p32.3">Leave to bethink,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p33">says Spenser in his “Hymn of Heavenly Beauty”
(l. 106). This poem—itself of course not a hymn—makes
a clearly impossible demand upon the singing
hymn; one can not at the same time sing and stop
<pb n="102" id="d3-Page_102" />
singing to think. Thinking must go along with the
expression.</p>
<p id="d3-p34">Ben Jonson’s “Hymn to God the Father” lacks
a quality which the hymn type very definitely demands,
and which yet is hard to describe critically.
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery" id="d3-p34.1">James Montgomery</a> calls the quality in his own case
“mediocrity of mind” and with his rare candor
thanks God that he has it.</p>
<verse id="d3-p34.2">
<l id="d3-p34.3">Hear me, O God!</l>
<l id="d3-p34.4">A broken heart</l>
<l id="d3-p34.5">Is my best part.</l>
<l id="d3-p34.6">Use still thy rod</l>
<l id="d3-p34.7">That I may prove</l>
<l id="d3-p34.8">Therein, my love.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p34.9">
<l id="d3-p34.10">If thou hadst not</l>
<l id="d3-p34.11">Been stern to me,</l>
<l id="d3-p34.12">And left me free,</l>
<l id="d3-p34.13">I had forgot</l>
<l id="d3-p34.14">Myself and thee. . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p34.15">
<l id="d3-p34.16">Who more can crave</l>
<l id="d3-p34.17">Than thou hast done?</l>
<l id="d3-p34.18">Thou gav’st a son</l>
<l id="d3-p34.19">To free a slave</l>
<l id="d3-p34.20">First made of naught,</l>
<l id="d3-p34.21">With all since bought.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p34.22">
<l id="d3-p34.23">Sin, death and hell</l>
<l id="d3-p34.24">His glorious name</l>
<l id="d3-p34.25">Quite overcame</l>
<l id="d3-p34.26">Yet I rebel</l>
<l id="d3-p34.27">And slight the same.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="103" id="d3-Page_103" />
<verse id="d3-p34.28">
<l id="d3-p34.29">But I’ll come in</l>
<l id="d3-p34.30">Before thy loss</l>
<l id="d3-p34.31">Me further toss</l>
<l id="d3-p34.32">As sure to win</l>
<l id="d3-p34.33">Under his cross.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p35">The hymn is too much the expression of the rare
Ben Jonson, and not enough the expression of the
ordinary folk, to be a good hymn. It is devout,
musical, and mainly simple and honest. But if we
or Ben Jonson’s contemporaries were to sing it,
we should need to pause to see what he meant by</p>
<verse id="d3-p35.1">
<l id="d3-p35.2">First made of naught</l>
<l id="d3-p35.3">With all since bought.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p36">“Use still thy rod” would cause many to pause if
they thought what they were saying. The last two
lines are not immediately clear. Again, the poem
has stanzas of irregular length; and that would
bring confusion in the musical setting.</p>
<p id="d3-p37">An injunction by Queen Elizabeth in June, 1559,
provides that</p>
<blockquote id="d3-p37.1">
<p id="d3-p38">For the comforting of such as delight in music it may
be permitted that in the beginning of Common Prayer
either at morning or evening there may be sung an hymn
or such like song to the praise of Almighty God, in the
best melody and music that may be devised, having respect
that the sentence of the hymn may be rendered and
perceived.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d3-p39">But the fact that the law permitted it did not
mean that the right was to any extent exercised.
<pb n="104" id="d3-Page_104" />
Even Isaac Watts, as late as the beginning of the
eighteenth century, while protesting violently for
lyrical freedom, was careful to state in the headings
that most of his hymns were based on some part of
the Scriptures. Poets had never been limited entirely
to the Psalms for models. Various poems and
other passages of the Bible were turned into verse;
witness the fact that Christopher Tye, tutor of Edward
VI and Mary, felt impelled to turn the entire
Book of Acts into common-meter stanzas—the Acts!
But the Psalms held the central place.</p>
<p id="d3-p40">If the following lines of Crashaw, “A Song of
Divine Love,” had been written to supply the need
of “a hymn or such-like song” one sees how it is
not an expression of worship to be used by a public
assembly:</p>
<verse id="d3-p40.1">
<l id="d3-p40.2">Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace</l>
<l id="d3-p40.3">Sends up my soul to seek thy face</l>
<l id="d3-p40.4">Thy blessed eyes breathe such desire</l>
<l id="d3-p40.5">I die in love’s delicious fire.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p41">However devout its aim, its style is too fulsome for
a hymn. In the following lines, “To the Name
above Every Name; a Hymn,”</p>
<verse id="d3-p41.1">
<l id="d3-p41.2">Awake, my glory, soul (if such thou be,</l>
<l id="d3-p41.3">And that fair word at all refers to thee),</l>
<l id="d3-p41.4">Awake and sing,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p42">is shown an example of personal particularization
the like of which is not possible in a good hymn.
<pb n="105" id="d3-Page_105" />
The poet here becomes a peculiar person, so that a
company of persons could not sing his lines as the
expression of their common mind. Probably not
one other person would either feel or have any interest
in the doubt as to whether one might address
his soul by the name of soul.</p>
<p id="d3-p43">It seems a sort of misrepresentation of Jeremy
Taylor to quote him as a hymn poet; but he wrote
a volume, “Festival Hymns” (1665). Not one of
them is even a moderately good hymn. A master of
English prose, a man distinguished for sense, and
a saint for piety and goodness, he never attained to
true hymnody. The first lines of his “Hymn for
Christmas Day” show how a verse may be devout
lyrical poetry and still not be a hymn; it is a “reading
lyric,” not a singing one:</p>
<verse id="d3-p43.1">
<l id="d3-p43.2">Awake my soul and come away!</l>
<l id="d3-p43.3">Put on thy best array:</l>
<l id="d3-p43.4">Lest if thou longer stay</l>
<l id="d3-p43.5">Thou lose some minutes of so blest a day.</l>
<l id="d3-p43.6">Go run</l>
<l id="d3-p43.7">And bid good morrow to the sun.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p44">The use here of the first person singular mars the
lines, not that there is the slightest objection to the
first person <i>per se</i>, but the very fact that the holiday
assemblage can say with the poet personally that
they have on their best clothes destroys the figure in
literalness. They <i>have</i> on their best clothes, and the
fact is too personal and obvious to serve as a figure
typifying spiritual elevation.</p>
<pb n="106" id="d3-Page_106" />
<verse id="d3-p44.1">
<l id="d3-p44.2">Death, the old serpent’s son,</l>
<l id="d3-p44.3">Thou hadst a sting, once, like thy sire,</l>
<l id="d3-p44.4">Thou carried hell, and ever-burning fire,</l>
<l id="d3-p44.5">But those black days are done.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p45">Why is this expression of the idea impossible for
good hymnody, while the following expression of it
is matchless?</p>
<verse id="d3-p45.1">
<l id="d3-p45.2">O Death, where is thy sting,</l>
<l id="d3-p45.3">Where, grave, thy victory?</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p46">Isaac Watts clothes the idea thus poetically halfway
between very good and very poor hymnody:</p>
<verse id="d3-p46.1">
<l id="d3-p46.2">Say, “Live forever wondrous King!</l>
<l id="d3-p46.3">Born to redeem the strong to save.”</l>
<l id="d3-p46.4">They ask the monster, “Where’s thy sting?”</l>
<l id="d3-p46.5">“And where thy victory, boasting grave?”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p47">The first lacks the essential dignity. It carried a
hint of the mischief and humor of a school-boy’s
taunt. The last two lines of the stanza are too
violent. The line in the second instance is a pure
lyrical cry of triumph, in ultimate words.</p>
<p id="d3-p48">In 1623 George Wither had brought out, under a
patent from King James, the first approach to a real
hymn-book of the Church of England. The patent
reads:</p>
<blockquote id="d3-p48.1">
<p id="d3-p49">James by the Grace of God. . . . To all and singular
printers, booksellers, whereas, our well beloved subject,
George Wither, gentleman, by his great industry and
diligent study hath gathered and composed a book, entitled
<pb n="107" id="d3-Page_107" />
Hymns and Songs of the Church, by him faithfully and
briefly translated into lyric verse, which said book being
esteemed worthy and profitable to be inserted in convenient
manner and due place into every English Psalm book in
meter. We give and grant full and free license power
and privilege unto the said George Wither, his executors
and assigns to imprint or cause to be imprinted
for the term of fifty and one years, etc. Witness by ourselves
at Westminster the 17th day of February. Reg.
20-1622-3.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d3-p50">Wither’s hymn-book, while it was made up partly
of “canonical” poems riming about as well as they
could be rimed, was made up partly, too, of his own
original compositions; and as he was now living in
an age of “Psalms in meeter” for religious song
exclusively, he had small success with the hymn-book.
The people were not ready for the free
hymns, and he was not himself ready to write successful
ones. Not that Wither did not write good
verses. He did write good religious poetry; and his
book might have been sold to the reading public had
not the Stationers’ Company resented his having a
patent and practically blocked the sale of the book.
But Wither’s poems are not quite hymns.</p>
<p id="d3-p51">Of no small significance, however, is Wither as a
hymnist. He had the taste to see that the metrical
Psalms of Sternhold and Hopkins were poor poetry,
and he knew that something better was possible.
He says in his “Scholar’s Purgatory”:</p>
<blockquote id="d3-p51.1">
<p id="d3-p52">No man of understanding can sing many of these Psalms
but with trouble to his devotion. . . . They are full of absurdities,
<pb n="108" id="d3-Page_108" />
solecisms, improprieties, nonsense. . . . I do not
disparage the pious endeavors of those who took pains in
that translation, but rather commending their laborious
and Christian intention, do acknowledge that, considering
the times they lived in, and what quality they were, they
made so worthy an attempt as justly to shame us, who
came after to see it no better seconded during the flourishing
times which have followed their troublesome age.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d3-p53">The other promising thing about Wither was the
strenuousness and storminess of his life. Wither
was a Church of England zealot, a soldier—first for
Charles, then for Cromwell—and a politician. At
different periods he spent much time in prison on
coarse bread and water; he was deprived of all his
property, and narrowly escaped hanging. Through
it all burned his fire of religious zeal. This is the
kind of soil and season in which the hymn best
thrives. The main reason why Wither in his two
best books of hymns—the other was “Halleluiah: or
Britain’s Second Remembrancer” (1641)—did not
have one hymn such as Ambrose, the Bernards,
Luther, or Wesley could write was that he lacked
what may be termed the hymn sense. He had not
quite the idea of what a good hymn is. He had no
popular judgment to pass sympathetically upon
his efforts and to furnish the communal feeling
without which it seems impossible for a good hymn
to be produced.</p>
<p id="d3-p54">So the first hymn-book—not the psalm-book—of
the Church of England failed, though it was approved
and granted a patent by the king himself.
<pb n="109" id="d3-Page_109" />
Although Elizabeth had authorized the singing of
“hymns and such-like songs of worship” in the
churches and cathedrals, it was not until the Restoration
that there was any considerable singing of
native hymns in modern England. All through this
stretch of English history there was much singing
of the measures of Sternhold and Hopkins and later
of Tate and Brady. At the same time there were
many religious songs written and set to music; but
the singing of these songs in the churches was a
rare occurrence. Many of the fine Elizabethan songs
of piety were set to music; Sidney, Raleigh, Donne,
and Herrick doubtless sang their quite lovely songs,
but not in assemblages of public worship. Sir
Thomas Browne gives one of his religious songs in
“Religio Medici”:</p>
<verse id="d3-p54.1">
<l id="d3-p54.2">The night has come like to the day;</l>
<l id="d3-p54.3">Depart not thou, great God, away.</l>
<l id="d3-p54.4">Let not my sins, black as the night,</l>
<l id="d3-p54.5">Eclipse the lustre of the light. . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p54.6">
<l id="d3-p54.7">Guard me ’gainst those watchful foes</l>
<l id="d3-p54.8">Whose eyes are open while mine close;</l>
<l id="d3-p54.9">Let no dream my head infest</l>
<l id="d3-p54.10">But such as Jacob’s temples blest. . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p54.11">
<l id="d3-p54.12">Sleep is a death; I make me try</l>
<l id="d3-p54.13">By sleeping what it is to die!</l>
<l id="d3-p54.14">And as gently lay my head</l>
<l id="d3-p54.15">On my grave as on my bed.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p54.16">
<l id="d3-p54.17">Howe’er I rest, great God, let me</l>
<l id="d3-p54.18">Awake again at last with thee.</l>
<pb n="110" id="d3-Page_110" />
<l id="d3-p54.19">And thus assured, behold I lie</l>
<l id="d3-p54.20">Securely, or to wake or die.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p54.21">
<l id="d3-p54.22">These are my drowsy days: in vain</l>
<l id="d3-p54.23">I do not wake to sleep again:</l>
<l id="d3-p54.24">O come that hour when I shall never</l>
<l id="d3-p54.25">Sleep again, but wake forever.</l>
</verse>
<blockquote id="d3-p54.26">
<p id="d3-p55">This is the dormitive I take to bedward; I need no other
laudanum than this to make me sleep; after which I close
my eyes in security, contented to take my leave of the sun,
and sleep unto the resurrection.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d3-p56">Bishop Ken composed three hymns—one for
morning, one for evening, one for midnight—and
made it a custom to sing them himself to the viol or
spinet. In his “Manual of Prayers for the use of
the Scholars of Winchester College” (London,
1674), he says, “Be sure to sing the Morning and
Evening hymn in your chamber devoutly.” The
two hymns were published in 1695, and have been
growing in fame and power through these two centuries
and a half. Compare them, “Awake My
Soul, and with the Sun” and “All Praise to Thee,
My God, This Night,” with this anonymous song of
the seventeenth century:</p>
<verse id="d3-p56.1">
<l id="d3-p56.2">There was a king of old</l>
<l id="d3-p56.3">That did in Jewry dwell,</l>
<l id="d3-p56.4">Whether a God or man or both,</l>
<l id="d3-p56.5">I’m sure I love him well.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="111" id="d3-Page_111" />
<verse id="d3-p56.6">
<l id="d3-p56.7">Love him, why, who would not?</l>
<l id="d3-p56.8">Did ever any wight</l>
<l id="d3-p56.9">Not goodness, beauty, sweetness, love,</l>
<l id="d3-p56.10">Nor comfort, love and light? . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p56.11">
<l id="d3-p56.12">There are so many fair</l>
<l id="d3-p56.13">He’s lost among the throng;</l>
<l id="d3-p56.14">Yet they who seek him nowhere else</l>
<l id="d3-p56.15">May find him in a song.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d3-p56.16">
<l id="d3-p56.17">I love him while I live.</l>
<l id="d3-p56.18">To those that be his foes</l>
<l id="d3-p56.19">Though I them hate, I wish no more</l>
<l id="d3-p56.20">Than his dear love to lose.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p57">This song has a certain charm about it, but one
sees immediately that it would not do for the hymn-book.
It is not in the hymn-book key. The contractions
“I’m” and “he’s” and the tinge of conversational
argumentativeness in the use of “why”
in the fifth line makes the piece too colloquial. The
word “wight” even in the seventeenth century was
beginning to be archaic and to carry a humorous
connotation. The last stanza expressive of hatred
of fellow-mortals is foreign to the spirit of the hymn-book
of to-day. Hope for the damnation of other
beings is not a Christian lyrical theme.</p>
<p id="d3-p58">It is not very difficult to say why some given verse
is essentially unfit for the hymn-book; it is more difficult
to say why another verse is suitable. We may
cite here as eminently hymnic a stanza of Bishop
<pb n="112" id="d3-Page_112" />
Ken’s. He himself evidently thought that this
particular stanza was good hymnody, for he chose to
end all three of his hymns with it. And his judgment
has been confirmed by succeeding times. The
stanza, often sung at the end of other hymns and
often by itself, is beyond much doubt the most frequently
sung of all English hymn stanzas:</p>
<verse id="d3-p58.1">
<l id="d3-p58.2">Praise God from whom all blessings flow;</l>
<l id="d3-p58.3">Praise him all creatures here below;</l>
<l id="d3-p58.4">Praise him above, ye heavenly host;</l>
<l id="d3-p58.5">Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p59">Here at last, then, is an example of what the hymn-book
of the Anglo-Saxon race designates as true
hymnody—poetry appropriate to be sung in concert
by men, women, and children of all classes and conditions,
assembled for the solemn worship of God.
Let us notice some of its qualities.</p>
<p id="d3-p60">It expresses in the first place, simply, immediately,
and harmoniously, the basic idea that assembles folk
for public worship. To “praise God” is ostensibly
what the people have met together for. The rest of
the first line is a brief, straightforward, lyrical expression
of the reason why people are called upon,
and call upon one another, to worship God—“from
whom all blessings flow.” It is a simple statement
of deep faith that there is a supreme being, the
source of all good, the benign omnipotent force of
the universe. The line is not only a statement of belief,
but an <i>O Altitudo</i>! of emotion. It has, further,
that magic of poetry whereby the words are so
<pb n="113" id="d3-Page_113" />
broadly meaningful as to be the expression for all
the persons in common, yet at the same time of so
specific a meaning that they are the expression of
the particular idea of every separate person. Probably
no two minds will be thinking of the same thing
by the word “blessings.” It may mean to a farmer
the warm sunlight on his crops; to a school-boy, a
happy half-holiday; to some woman, that her boy has
come safely home from sea; to some one else a more
intangible kind of “blessing.” It is simple, immediately
clear, and expressive of profound meaning.</p>
<p id="d3-p61">The second line,</p>
<verse id="d3-p61.1">
<l id="d3-p61.2">Praise him all creatures here below,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d3-p62">may express to one mind the idea of the unity of all
believers. For another mind it bears the idea of
religious propaganda, missionary zeal, some such notion
as, Let it be brought to pass that all people will
know the truth and will give honor only to what is
praiseworthy. For another mind it may express
the idea of unity of nature, i. e., Let us recognize the
fact that clouds and hills, birds, flowers, rivers, and
seas speak of the majesty of the Creator. To another
mind it may balance the idea, “The Heavens
declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth
his handiwork.” To another it may be a call to
acclaim a mystically known Supreme Being. To another
the line is but a vague, grandly sounding succession
of words that fit an undefined mood of elevation.</p>
<verse id="d3-p62.1">
<l id="d3-p62.2">Praise him above, ye heavenly host,</l>
</verse>
<pb n="114" id="d3-Page_114" />
<p id="d3-p63">brings to one mind the idea of saints and angels in
heaven; to another mind the physical wonders of the
sky called to witness the might and wisdom of the
Creator, the stars singing together. To another it
brings thoughts of his own dead whom he believes to
be part of the heavenly host. All these meanings
and more may be quite legitimately understood in
the words. Again, the whole passage is a musical
combination of words connoting great good, and affording
full artistic enjoyment. The words are simple,
clear, rich, musical, warm with emotion, immediately
apparent to the intellect, and highly provocative
of the imagination.</p>
<p id="d3-p64">With all this it is a lyric easily perceived by the
eye, and easily retained in the memory. A child can
sing it with understanding, while the most wise and
prudent can think over it quite fixedly and long—as
an infinitely profound expression of the human
mind. Grant that often the words are rolled out
merely because they afford the singer’s voice a
smooth medium by which to float into harmony with
other voices and the tones of the organ. Grant,
too, that this or that one does not believe in any God
or gods; the words still have something to engage
his imagination if not his reason. To most of those
who sing it it is true religion in the form of true
poetry. It is lyrical in that it is an emotional outcry
under harmonious control—control of measured
cadence and rime. It is the outcry of one person
so expressed as to be the cry of many. And, further,
it is an individual cry so expressive of the
<pb n="115" id="d3-Page_115" />
feelings of many that it becomes a corporate cry.
Its terms are specific and at the same time general
enough to incorporate a variety of shades of idea.</p>
<p id="d3-p65">With the latter half of the seventeenth century
there came a new form of lyrical poetry into the
English tongue. All along through the centuries
there had been much lyrical poetry written and sung,
but it had not been of the peculiar type which is an
individual lyrical expression of faith, hope, and charity,
and is at the same time the corporate expression
of assemblages of people. Soon England was to
have a hymn-book, a collection of native upspringing
lyrics, after the manner of the matchless
Psalms, rich songs for choral expression, yet at the
same time the expression of the deep feelings of
individual hearts.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="IV. English Psalmody" prev="d3" next="d5" id="d4">
<pb n="116" id="d4-Page_116" />
<h2 id="c4">CHAPTER IV
<br /><span class="small" id="d4-p0.2">ENGLISH PSALMODY</span></h2>
<p id="d4-p1">In that strange poetical manifestation called
psalmody the Psalms went through a test by way
of translation into the English tongue that no
other book of poetry ever experienced, and that none
other could have stood, attesting in a hundred ways
the perpetual vitality of those ancient lyrics and
their inextinguishable beauty. In translations,
many of which were crude to the extent of grotesqueness,
their lyric beauty and their spiritual power
still moved deeply the hearts of a whole nation for
generations. There were exquisite translations of
many of the Psalms; but the translation in which
they caught the ear of the English people, that of
Sternhold and Hopkins, was not exquisite. Yet no
other book except the Bible and the Book of Common
Prayer ever went through so many editions and
printings as did the Sternhold and Hopkins’s
“Psalms in Meter.” Probably no other book was
ever so roughly—although devoutly—handled in
translation as the Psalms; surely no other book of
songs ever so went to the heart of the nation.</p>
<p id="d4-p2">The Psalms in meter first sprang into prominence
not in England nor in Germany but in France, at
the court of Francis I. The gallant and facile court
<pb n="117" id="d4-Page_117" />
poet, Clement Marot, was once urged by some one
that in place of his “profane” verses he should turn
the Psalms into the sprightly verse form of which
he was so clearly a master. In 1533 that “poet of
princes and prince of poets” began his versification.
Within a few years he had published fifty-two of the
Psalms constructed after the manner of his songs.
And they caught the French ear as quickly as his
songs had done. Printed without tunes, they were
set to popular ballad airs and became enormously
fashionable and popular. Soon the king and queen
and notables of the realm had each selected a favorite
psalm and set it to a favorite air. Prince Henry
the Dauphin chose one for himself beginning,</p>
<verse id="d4-p2.1">
<l id="d4-p2.2">Ainsi qu ’on vit le cerf bruyere,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p3">to sing as he rode hunting. This is the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 42" id="d4-p3.1" parsed="|Ps|42|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.42">forty-second Psalm</scripRef>,
rendered a century and a half later by Tate
and Brady in England,</p>
<verse id="d4-p3.2">
<l id="d4-p3.3"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t31.h313.html" id="d4-p3.4">As pants the hart for cooling streams</a>,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p4">The king of Navarre selected the psalm beginning,</p>
<verse id="d4-p4.1">
<l id="d4-p4.2">Revenge moy prens la querelle.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p5">Catharine de’ Medici chose one for herself, and also
procured a copy of the Bible. The king of Spain
sent gifts to the poet requesting a special versification
of his favorite Psalm. The austere John Calvin
was charmed by the songs, and Marot’s wish
came true, that the boatmen and wagoners and harvesters
<pb n="118" id="d4-Page_118" />
might make France ring with the pious ditties.
Calvin at Geneva employed the best musical
talent he could find and set Marot’s verses to better
music. D’Israeli in his “Curiosities of Literature”
describes the consternation among orthodox leaders
of France when these Psalms appeared in the
“Geneva Hymn Book”:</p>
<blockquote id="d4-p5.1">
<p id="d4-p6">Now the Cardinal of Lorraine found that the reigning
court beauty, Diane de Poictiers, not only was singing them
but following the lead of Catherine de Medici, had got
a Bible. Having thrown the Bible down and condemned it,
he (the cardinal) remonstrated with the fair penitent that
it was a kind of reading not adapted to her sex, containing
dangerous matters: if she is uneasy in her mind she should
hear two masses instead of one and rest contented with her
Pater Nosters and her Primer, which were not only devotional
but ornamented with a variety of elegant forms,
from the most exquisite pencils of France.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d4-p7">Marot under the persecution of the church fled to
Geneva, where he continued his translations. He
died in 1544. Theodore de Beza continued the work,
removing from Marot’s songs any unseemly gaieties
and fashionable allusions. This book, “Les
Psaumes mis en rime françois par Clement Marot
et Theodore de Beza,” became one of the most famous
books of the age. It was translated into nine
different languages, including the Hebrew. David
Breed, in his “History and Use of Hymns,” states
that it passed through at least one thousand editions.</p>
<pb n="119" id="d4-Page_119" />
<p id="d4-p8">Marot’s influence was never so strongly felt in
England as it was on the Continent, though he seems
to have given to the Reformation generally the idea
of versifying the Psalter. In England appeared a
book by Myles Coverdale, the great translator of the
Bible, “Goostly Psalmes and Spiritual Songes
drawen out of the holy scripture for the Comforte
and Consolacyon of such as love to reioyse in God
and his words.” Bishop Coverdale spent much time
at Geneva, first as a scholar, later as a refugee during
the reign of Mary. The hymns of his book are
mainly from the German, rather than after the
models of Marot. In the address to the reader,
Coverdale repeats Marot’s pious wish about psalm-singing:</p>
<blockquote id="d4-p8.1">
<p id="d4-p9">Yea, would God that our Minstrels had no other thing
to play upon, neither our carters and plowmen other thing
to whistle upon, save psalms, hymns, and other godly songs
such as David is occupied withal! And if women, sitting at
their rocks or spinning at their wheels had none other songs
to pass their time withal, than such as Moses’s sister, Glehanna’s
wife, Deborah, and Mary, mother of Christ have
sung before them they would be better occupied than <i>hey
nony nony, hey troly loly</i> and such like phantasies. If
young men also that have the gift of singing took their
pleasure in such wholesome ballads as the three children in
his last chapter, it were a token that they felt some spark
of God’s love in their hearts . . . for truly as we love so
sing we. . . . As for the common sort of ballads which now
are used in the world, I report me to every good man’s
conscience what wicked fruits they bring.</p>
</blockquote>
<pb n="120" id="d4-Page_120" />
<p id="d4-p10">This book contained fifteen Psalms, the Ten Commandments,
the Lord’s Prayer, and the “Magnificat,”
in rime, and twenty pieces less directly taken
from the Scriptures.</p>
<p id="d4-p11">Stanzas of Coverdale’s
<scripRef passage="Ps. 128" id="d4-p11.1" parsed="|Ps|128|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.128">one hundred and twenty-eighth Psalm</scripRef>
will indicate the plain, prosaic earnestness of style of the book:</p>
<verse id="d4-p11.2">
<l id="d4-p11.3">Blessed are all that feare the Lorde,</l>
<l id="d4-p11.4">Worshyppyng hym nyghte and daye,</l>
<l id="d4-p11.5">Ordrynge theyr lyfe after his worde</l>
<l id="d4-p11.6">And walking ever in his waye.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p12">One of the original hymns begins with this stanza:</p>
<verse id="d4-p12.1">
<l id="d4-p12.2">O, hevenly Lorde thy goodly worde</l>
<l id="d4-p12.3">Hath long been kept away from us;</l>
<l id="d4-p12.4">But throrow thy grace, now in our dayes</l>
<l id="d4-p12.5">Thou hast showed the so plenteous,</l>
<l id="d4-p12.6">That very well we can now tell</l>
<l id="d4-p12.7">What thy apostles have written al</l>
<l id="d4-p12.8">And now we see thy words opēly</l>
<l id="d4-p12.9">Hath given antychrist a great fall.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p13">In these uncouth verses we see two patterns of
church song: one, after the idea of Calvin, adhering
literally to the biblical text; the other, after the idea
of Luther, not necessarily dependent upon biblical
phraseology. Till the beginning of the eighteenth
century England and Scotland followed mainly the
idea of Calvin.</p>
<p id="d4-p14">“Goostly Psalmes” was published in 1539, and
though the ban placed upon it was removed not long
<pb n="121" id="d4-Page_121" />
thereafter the book seems never to have gone far in
England. Coverdale’s power in shaping English
history was not exerted through his hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d4-p15">But if neither the metrical Psalms nor the hymns
of Coverdale took much hold in England, there was
soon to follow a metrical Psalter that did take hold.</p>
<p id="d4-p16">The young king, Edward VI, one day overheard a
courtier, Thomas Sternhold, playing on the organ
and singing “for his own godly solace some Psalms
which he had turned into meter and set to music.”
The king was pleased. Soon thereafter was published
and dedicated to him, “Certayne Psalmes
chosē out of the Psalter of David and drawē into
English Metre by Thomas Sternhold groome of ye
Kyng’s Maiestie’s roobes.” There is a copy of this
undated first edition in the British Museum. It contains
nineteen Psalms. In 1549, after Sternhold’s
death, a second edition was published containing
thirty-seven Psalms. Another edition followed with
seven added Psalms by John Hopkins. Thus arose
the Old Version of the Psalms. Additions were
made by Hopkins and others till all the Psalms were
translated. The title of the edition of 1564 reads:</p>
<blockquote id="d4-p16.1">
<p id="d4-p17">The whole book of psalmes collected into Englyshe Meter
by Thomas Sternhold, J. Hopkins, and others, conferred
with the Hebrew, with apt notes to sing them withal faythfully
perused and allowed according to thorder appointed
in the Queenes Maisties Iniunctions. Very meete to be used
of all sorts of people privately for their godly solace and
comfort laying apart all ungodly songes and ballades,
whych tend to the nourishing of vyce and corrupting of
<pb n="122" id="d4-Page_122" />
youth. Whereunto is a short introduction to learn to
synge the Psalmes.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d4-p18">Thus came a book, curiously one of the most
widely popular that England ever saw. By 1600 it
had passed through more than fifty editions. There
are now in the British Museum, dated between 1564
and 1841, copies of about six hundred and fifty separate
editions of this book.</p>
<p id="d4-p19">The verses are rugged, frequently crude, sometimes
absurd, and in rare instances charming. They
are in the ranks of poetry, one might say, somewhat
like the tassels of corn in the realm of flowers, dun
in hue, not very fragrant, and their connection with
rich stores of corn not at once apparent. The verses
lumber and jolt along like a loaded ox-cart; but with
the jolting one can hardly fail to notice the heart-of-oak
sturdiness and strength of mind and spirit that
is in them.</p>
<p id="d4-p20">Sternhold’s version of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 23" id="d4-p20.1" parsed="|Ps|23|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.23">twenty-third Psalm</scripRef>
may be taken as fairly representative, though it is
much better than some parts of the book:</p>
<verse id="d4-p20.2">
<l id="d4-p20.3">My shepherd is the liuing God, nothing therefore I neede;</l>
<l id="d4-p20.4">In pastures faire with waters calme he set me for to feede.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p20.5">
<l id="d4-p20.6">He did conuert and glad my soule, and brought my mind in frame:</l>
<l id="d4-p20.7">To walke in paths of righteousness for his most holy name.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p20.8">
<l id="d4-p20.9">Yea though I walk in vale of death, yet will I feare no ill;</l>
<l id="d4-p20.10">Thy rod and staff doth comfort me, and thou art with me still.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="123" id="d4-Page_123" />
<verse id="d4-p20.11">
<l id="d4-p20.12">And in the presence of my foes, my table thou shalt spread:</l>
<l id="d4-p20.13">Thou shalt O Lord fill up my cup, and eke anoint my head.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p20.14">
<l id="d4-p20.15">Through all my life thy favor is, so frankly showed to me</l>
<l id="d4-p20.16">That in thy house foreurmore, my dwelling place shall be.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p21">The following is part of Hopkins’s rendering of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 42" id="d4-p21.1" parsed="|Ps|42|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.42">forty-second Psalm</scripRef>;
Hopkins states in a short
preface that he knows that his verses are not to be
compared with Sternhold’s “most exquisite doynges”;
and he is not quite as good as Sternhold:</p>
<verse id="d4-p21.2">
<l id="d4-p21.3">Like as the hart doth breath and bray, the wellspring to obtain:</l>
<l id="d4-p21.4">So doth my soule desire alway, with thee Lord, to remaine.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p21.5">
<l id="d4-p21.6">My soule doth thirst and would draw neare, the liuing God of might:</l>
<l id="d4-p21.7">O when shall I come and appear, in presence of his sight?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p21.8">
<l id="d4-p21.9">The tears all times are my repast, which from mine eyes did slide:</l>
<l id="d4-p21.10">The wicked men cry out so fast, where now is God my guide?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p21.11">
<l id="d4-p21.12">Alas what griefs is his to thinke, what freedome once I had:</l>
<l id="d4-p21.13">Therefore my soul is at pits brinke, is most heauie and sad.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p22">The spirit of poetry wore strange garb in those
days. But clad thus in hodden-gray, she crossed
countless thresholds over which she otherwise could
not have entered at all as a ministrant of hope and
courage and ideals of upright life. These verses
were written before the time of Elizabethan splendor,
and are a product of sturdy England yet untransformed
by the Renaissance. In spite of the
<pb n="124" id="d4-Page_124" />
ridicule leveled at them through two hundred years,
and in spite of their openness to ridicule, they exerted
an enormous influence in the shaping of modern
England.</p>
<p id="d4-p23">Ruskin says that as poetry they are “half paralytic,
half profane, consisting partly of the expression
of what the singers never in their lives felt or
attempted to feel; and partly in the address of
prayers to God which nothing could more disagreeably
astonish than his attending to.”<note n="9" id="d4-p23.1">“Rock Honeycomb, Broken pieces of Sir Philip Sidney’s Psalter
Laid up in Store for English Homes”, “The Works of John Ruskin,”
ed. Cook and Wedderburne, Vol. XXXI, p. 116.</note>
But Ruskin
says in the same book with equal unreason, “The
general mass of amiably and pleasantly religious
persons can no more understand a Psalm than a kitten
a Greek tragedy.” The generations of sturdy
folk who sang the plain honest rimes of “Sternhold
and Hopkins” knew, and felt in their hearts, what
they were singing. And, whatever faults these
folks might have had, over amiability and softness
were not among them. They knew quite well what a
psalm was and what they meant when they sang it.</p>
<p id="d4-p24">An idea of the great prevalence and sway of the
metrical Psalm in England may be gained from details
such as a bill for books rendered by Thomas
Sternhold, royal printer to King Henry VIII.<note n="10" id="d4-p24.1">Published in “Transcript of the Register of the Company of
Stationers,” Vol II, p. 51. Privately printed, London, 1875.</note>
Of the forty-four items on the king’s bill for books
eleven items are copies of the Psalms. One reads:</p>
<pb n="125" id="d4-Page_125" />
<blockquote id="d4-p24.2">
<p id="d4-p25">Item delivered to the kinges highness for a little <i>Psalter</i>
taken out of one book and setting in another in the same
place, and for gorgious bynding of the same book xijd and
to the Goldsmythe for the taking off of the clasps and
corners and for setting them ageyn xvjd Summa ijs, iiijd.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d4-p26">This glimpse into the king’s book buying indicates
that the Psalter was a favorite gift-book, and that
the heavy but sturdy paraphrase would find favor
in the most exalted circles as well as among the
common people.</p>
<p id="d4-p27">Of course the princes and scholars had not so
much needed the translations. The Psalms in Latin
were familiar and dear to the hearts of many. The
example of Sir Thomas More may not perhaps be
cited as typical of learned England in his day, but it
is significant. He recited every morning seven of
the Psalms in Latin—Psalms
<scripRef passage="Ps. 6" id="d4-p27.1" parsed="|Ps|6|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.6">6</scripRef>,
<scripRef passage="Ps. 32" id="d4-p27.2" parsed="|Ps|32|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.32">32</scripRef>,
<scripRef passage="Ps. 38" id="d4-p27.3" parsed="|Ps|38|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.38">38</scripRef>,
<scripRef passage="Ps. 51" id="d4-p27.4" parsed="|Ps|51|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.51">51</scripRef>,
<scripRef passage="Ps. 102" id="d4-p27.5" parsed="|Ps|102|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.102">102</scripRef>,
<scripRef passage="Ps. 130" id="d4-p27.6" parsed="|Ps|130|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.130">130</scripRef>,
<scripRef passage="Ps. 148" id="d4-p27.7" parsed="|Ps|148|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.148">148</scripRef>.
In the boat on his way toward the Tower—and
the block—he was singing psalms; and thereby,
he told his son-in-law, William Roper, he “gave the
devil a foul fall indeed.”</p>
<p id="d4-p28">But the Psalms were wanted in the common
tongue, and the poets from Wyatt and Surrey on
had been turning them into meter—none so agreeable
to popular taste, however, as Sternhold and
Hopkins. Their metrical Psalter was to bring into
English familiar life the greatest of all song-books,
and bring it in the homely honest guise of popular
song. The Psalter was to be more than merely a
book for “gorgious bynding.” In the Sternhold
<pb n="126" id="d4-Page_126" />
and Hopkins translation it was to prove one of the
mighty books of England.</p>
<p id="d4-p29">Bishop Jewel in a letter dated March 6, 1560, says:</p>
<blockquote id="d4-p29.1">
<p id="d4-p30">A change appeared now more vividly among the people.
Nothing promoted it more than the inviting of the people
to sing psalms. That was begun in one church and did
quickly spread itself not only through the city but in the
neighboring places; sometimes at St. Paul’s Cross there
will be six thousand people singing together.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d4-p31">These metrical Psalms were set to music by the leading
musicians of the time, Tallis and Byrd and John
Milton, father of the poet. Many of their airs are
still familiar in the hymn-books. The Psalms were
sung also to popular street tunes, “Greensleeves”
for example, as <i>Mistress Ford</i> tells in “Merry
Wives.” Says Masson in his great “Life of Milton,”
concerning the Psalm music of Milton’s
father:</p>
<blockquote id="d4-p31.1">
<p id="d4-p32">“The tenor part of York tunes,” we are told by Sir John
Hopkins, “was so well known that within memory half the
nurses in England were used to sing it by way of a lullaby”
and the chimes of many country churches had “played it
six or eight times in four-and-twenty hours from time immemorial.”
And so apart from all that the scrivener of
Broad Street has given us through his son, there yet rests in
the air of Britain, capable of being set loose wherever
church-bells send their chimes over an English or Scottish
fire-side, some portion of the soul of the admirable man and
his love of sweet sounds.</p>
</blockquote>
<pb n="127" id="d4-Page_127" />
<p id="d4-p33">There are a great number of religious songs and
paraphrases and many volumes issued, such as, for
example, William Hunnis’ “Seven Sobs of a Sorrowful
Soul for Sin,” 1559. Portions of the Book of
Genesis were turned into rime with the title, “A
Hive Full of Honey”; another book was “A Handful
of Honeysuckles: Blessings out of Deuteronomy.”
These titles hint why the sober Sternhold
prevailed.</p>
<p id="d4-p34">John Donne said that religious song must not be
bedizened. Archbishop Parker’s version of the
Psalms, 1557, had something of that fault. His rendering of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 23" id="d4-p34.1" parsed="|Ps|23|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.23">twenty-third Psalm</scripRef> begins:</p>
<verse id="d4-p34.2">
<l id="d4-p34.3">To feed my neede: he will me leade</l>
<l id="d4-p34.4">To pastures green and fat:</l>
<l id="d4-p34.5">He forth brought me: in libertie</l>
<l id="d4-p34.6">To waters delicate.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p35">The following lines constitute the first stanza of the
“De Profundis” of George Gascoigne:</p>
<verse id="d4-p35.1">
<l id="d4-p35.2">From depths of dole wherein my soule dooth dwell,</l>
<l id="d4-p35.3">From heavie heart which harbors in my breast,</l>
<l id="d4-p35.4">From troubled sprite which seldom taketh rest,</l>
<l id="d4-p35.5">From hope of heaven, from dreade of darksome hell,</l>
<l id="d4-p35.6">O gracious God, my lovely Lorde alone,</l>
<l id="d4-p35.7">To thee I call, to thee I make my mone</l>
<l id="d4-p35.8">And thou good God, vouchsafe us gree to take</l>
<l class="t" id="d4-p35.9">This woeful plaint</l>
<l class="t" id="d4-p35.10">Wherein I faint:—</l>
<l id="d4-p35.11">O hear me then for thy great mercy’s sake.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="128" id="d4-Page_128" />
<p id="d4-p36">The court musician, William Byrd, issued in 1558
his “Sonnets and Songs of Sadness and Piety.”
The verses are too involved and fanciful for hymnody:</p>
<verse id="d4-p36.1">
<l id="d4-p36.2">If that a sinner’s sighs be Angel’s food</l>
<l id="d4-p36.3">Or that repentant tears be Angel’s wine,</l>
<l id="d4-p36.4">Accept, O Lord, in this most pensive mood</l>
<l id="d4-p36.5">These hasty sighs and tears of mine</l>
<l id="d4-p36.6">That went with Peter forth most sinfully</l>
<l id="d4-p36.7">But not with Peter wept most bitterly.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p37">A stanza from Sir Philip Sidney’s version of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 19" id="d4-p37.1" parsed="|Ps|19|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.19">nineteenth Psalm</scripRef>—“More
than gold, yea, than much
fine gold, sweeter also than the honey and the honeycomb”:</p>
<verse id="d4-p37.2">
<l id="d4-p37.3">Then what men would so soon seke gold,</l>
<l id="d4-p37.4">Or glittering golden money?</l>
<l id="d4-p37.5">By them is past, in sweetest tast,</l>
<l id="d4-p37.6">Honey and combe of honey.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p38">Throughout the Elizabethan period there was a
great deal of religious lyrical verse, and much effort
was spent upon it. In his “Defense of Poesy,” Sidney
says:</p>
<blockquote id="d4-p38.1">
<p id="d4-p39">How well it [lyrical poetry] may be employed and with
what heavenly fruits both public and private singing the
praises of the immortal goodness of that God which giveth
us hands to write and wits to conceive!</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d4-p40">A stanza from Francis Davidson’s
<scripRef passage="Ps. 23" id="d4-p40.1" parsed="|Ps|23|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.23">twenty-third Psalm</scripRef> is as follows:</p>
<pb n="129" id="d4-Page_129" />
<verse id="d4-p40.2">
<l id="d4-p40.3">He feedeth me in fields that beene</l>
<l id="d4-p40.4">Fresh and greene,</l>
<l id="d4-p40.5">Mottled with Spring’s flowery painting;</l>
<l id="d4-p40.6">Through which creeps with murmuring Crookes</l>
<l id="d4-p40.7">Christall brookes</l>
<l id="d4-p40.8">To refresh my spirits fainting.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p41">The following lines from a paraphrase of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 14" id="d4-p41.1" parsed="|Ps|14|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.14">fourteenth Psalm</scripRef> are attributed to Queen Elizabeth:</p>
<verse id="d4-p41.2">
<l id="d4-p41.3">Fooles, that true faith yet never had,</l>
<l id="d4-p41.4">Sayth in their hearts, there is no God!</l>
<l id="d4-p41.5">Fylthy they are in their practyse,</l>
<l id="d4-p41.6">Of them not one is godly wyse.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p42">Another example of religious lyrical verse may be
cited here, that of Mary, Queen of Scots, who wrote
in her book of devotions just before her execution a
Latin hymn of which these lines are typical:</p>
<verse id="d4-p42.1">
<l id="d4-p42.2">Longuendo, gemendo, et genuflectendo,</l>
<l id="d4-p42.3">Adoro, imploro, ut liberas me!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p43">The <scripRef passage="Ps. 104" id="d4-p43.1" parsed="|Ps|104|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.104">one hundred and fourth Psalm</scripRef>
as translated by King James I begins:</p>
<verse id="d4-p43.2">
<l id="d4-p43.3">Thy mercy will I sing &amp; justice eke</l>
<l id="d4-p43.4">With music will I prayse Iehove great</l>
<l id="d4-p43.5">I will tak heed and righteous path to seik</l>
<l id="d4-p43.6">Till time thou call me to Thy mercy seat.</l>
<l id="d4-p43.7">Still shall I wake in uprightness of soule</l>
<l id="d4-p43.8">Within my house which hallowed is to The,</l>
<l id="d4-p43.9">Mine eyes upon no wicked thing shall roule,</l>
<l id="d4-p43.10">For all such deides I hate &amp; shall thaime flee.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="130" id="d4-Page_130" />
<p id="d4-p44">Why it was necessary to turn Psalms into
“versification”
is a question. Why should not the two
superb renderings, that of the Prayer-Book and that
of the King James Bible suffice? Why were the
powerful and beautiful rhythms of those renderings
superseded by the astonishing Psalms in Meetre that
were brought out in such endless profusion?</p>
<p id="d4-p45">One might be inclined to say that some of this
fantastic riming of the Psalms was an outcropping
of the otherwise suppressed human playfulness and
frivolity of the Puritans; though the gay Cavaliers
jingled them, too, not confining themselves to common
meter. Of course Psalms in the ballad form
were easily learned and kept in memory. And in the
days when the ability to read was less general than
now, these rimes, scattered so freely broadcast, took
root in many a mind and contributed powerfully to
the righteousness and stability of the nation.</p>
<p id="d4-p46">And though the verses appear uncouth to us, they
were effective poetry to the folk who made and sang
them. One cannot believe that the Covenanters
would have marched to battle and to the stake singing
what to their minds was grotesque.</p>
<p id="d4-p47">Poetry is always changing its garb and manner,
so that the poetic fashion pleasing to one generation
may not be so to another. Reams of heroic
couplets were not tiresome to Dryden and his age,
but Chaucer and Shakspere were. There is no question
that the lovers of the metrical Psalms found
much poetical and spiritual nurture in them, even in
<pb n="131" id="d4-Page_131" />
such volumes as that brought out by Dr. William
Loe, in 1620: “An Hymn or song of seuen strains
or strings set to the tune of seuen sobs, and sighs of
a seuen times seuen sad souls for sinne, and is to be
song to the tune of ‘I lift mine eyes to thee.’”</p>
<p id="d4-p48">One stanza of Dr. Loe’s book is enough to indicate
his style:</p>
<verse id="d4-p48.1">
<l id="d4-p48.2">O God if thou wouldst waighe</l>
<l id="d4-p48.3">My waise and take a veue</l>
<l id="d4-p48.4">I could not scape thy rod</l>
<l id="d4-p48.5">Thy wrath I should it rue.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p49">Crashaw’s translations, published twenty-eight
years later, are different, as may be seen in the lines
rendering: “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not
want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
he leadeth me beside the still waters”:</p>
<verse id="d4-p49.1">
<l id="d4-p49.2">Happy me, O happy sheep!</l>
<l id="d4-p49.3">Whom my God vouchsafes to keep;</l>
<l id="d4-p49.4">Even my God, even he it is</l>
<l id="d4-p49.5">That points me to those paths of bliss;</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p49.6">
<l id="d4-p49.7">On whose pastures cheerful Spring</l>
<l id="d4-p49.8">All the year doth sit and sing</l>
<l id="d4-p49.9">And rejoicing smiles to see</l>
<l id="d4-p49.10">Their green backs wear his livery.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p49.11">
<l id="d4-p49.12">At my feet the blubbering mountain</l>
<l id="d4-p49.13">Weeping, melts into a fountain,</l>
<l id="d4-p49.14">Whose soft, silver-sweating streams</l>
<l id="d4-p49.15">Make high noon forget his beams.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="132" id="d4-Page_132" />
<p id="d4-p50">The <scripRef passage="Ps. 23" id="d4-p50.1" parsed="|Ps|23|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.23">twenty-third Psalm</scripRef>
has been translated and paraphrased, we may suppose, more than
any other piece of literature in the world. It makes its way
down through English history, expressed variously
as the times have passed, and as various persons
such as King Alfred, Milton, and Byron in their
turn, and as innumerable peasants, clerks, courtiers,
poets, and scholars have rendered it, changing as
the language has been changed, yet bearing always
the same happy and sure faith in the Good Shepherd.
It is itself a water-brook of poetry by whose banks
are grateful shade and green pastures. To read a
single passage of this Psalm in a few of its English
forms will suggest to the imagination something of
what it has meant to English folk in town and
country-side, in cottage and manor-house and palace
through successive generations. The first of these
passages are taken from “Biblical Versions of Divine
Hymns,” collected by Wilmot Marsh, London,
1845.</p>
<verse id="d4-p50.2">
<l id="d4-p50.3">And if I go in shades of ded</l>
<l id="d4-p50.4">For thou with me art, me sal euels dred?</l>
<l class="lr" id="d4-p50.5"><i>The Edgerton MS. dated</i> 1270.</l>
</verse>
<blockquote id="d4-p50.6">
<p id="d4-p51">For win ghif I hadde goo in myddil of shadewe of
deeth; I shall not dreede yuels for thou art with me. Thi
gheerde and thy staf; thei have comforted me.
<span class="lr" id="d4-p51.1"><i>The Hampole MS. in the British Museum.</i></span></p>
</blockquote>
<blockquote id="d4-p51.2">
<p id="d4-p52">For whi and if I goo in the myddel of the shadewe of
deth I shal not drede euelis, for thou art with me.
<span class="lr" id="d4-p52.1"><i>The Wyclif Bible</i>, 1380.</span></p>
</blockquote>
<pb n="133" id="d4-Page_133" />
<blockquote id="d4-p52.2">
<p id="d4-p53">Ye, if I shuld go thorow the myddes of deth, yet will I
feare non yuel, for thou art with me, thy staffe and thy
shepe hoke counfort me.
<span class="lr" id="d4-p53.1"><i>A MS. of</i> 1530, <i>in the Cambridge University Library.</i></span></p>
</blockquote>
<blockquote id="d4-p53.2">
<p id="d4-p54">For albe it I shulde go unto the valye of the dedely
shadewe, yet I fere none euyll, for thou art with me.</p>
</blockquote>
<verse id="d4-p54.1">
<l id="d4-p54.2">Yea, in deathes shadie black abode</l>
<l id="d4-p54.3">Well may I walk, not fear:</l>
<l id="d4-p54.4">For thou art with me: and thy rod</l>
<l id="d4-p54.5">To guide, my staff to bear.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p54.6">
<l id="d4-p54.7">Yea, though I walk in vale of death, yet will I fear none ill:</l>
<l id="d4-p54.8">Thy rod and thy staff doth comfort me, and thou art with me still.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d4-p54.9"><i>Thomas Sternhold.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p55">The version of Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess
of Pembroke leaves the common meters for more
elaborate verse form:</p>
<verse id="d4-p55.1">
<l id="d4-p55.2">He me revives: leads me the way</l>
<l id="d4-p55.3">Which righteousnes doth take</l>
<l id="d4-p55.4">For his name’s sake.</l>
<l id="d4-p55.5">Yea, though I should through valleys stray</l>
<l id="d4-p55.6">Of deathes darke shade, I will</l>
<l id="d4-p55.7">No whitt feare ill.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p56">It may be said that this version of the Psalm does
not add to the poetic reputation of these two magnificent
persons. Their desire to improve upon
Sternhold was admirable; but they hardly attained
<pb n="134" id="d4-Page_134" />
it. The same attempt later, by King James I, was
for various reasons even less successful.</p>
<p id="d4-p57">Sternhold’s metrical translation, published at
Geneva in 1556, begins:</p>
<verse id="d4-p57.1">
<l id="d4-p57.2">The lord is onlye my support,</l>
<l id="d4-p57.3">And he that doth me feed;</l>
<l id="d4-p57.4">How can I then lack anything,</l>
<l id="d4-p57.5">Whereof I stand in need.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p57.6">
<l id="d4-p57.7">He doth me foulde in cottes most safe,</l>
<l id="d4-p57.8">And tender grass fast by;</l>
<l id="d4-p57.9">And after dryveth me to the streams</l>
<l id="d4-p57.10">Which run most pleasantly.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p58">The best known translations, excepting of course
the two matchless unmetrical versions, that of the
King James Bible and that of the English Prayer-Book, are the famous
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/scotpsalter.P24.html" id="d4-p58.1">Scottish paraphrase</a> beginning,</p>
<verse id="d4-p58.2">
<l id="d4-p58.3">The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p59">and the one of Sir Henry Baker:</p>
<verse id="d4-p59.1">
<l id="d4-p59.2">The king of love my shepherd is</l>
<l id="d4-p59.3">Whose goodness faileth never;</l>
<l id="d4-p59.4">I nothing lack if I am his,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.5">And he is mine forever.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p59.6">
<l id="d4-p59.7">Where streams of living water flow,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.8">My ransomed soul he leadeth,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.9">And where the verdant pastures grow,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.10">With food celestial feedeth.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p59.11">
<l id="d4-p59.12">Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.13">And yet in love he sought me,</l>
<pb n="135" id="d4-Page_135" />
<l id="d4-p59.14">And on his shoulders gently laid,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.15">And home, rejoicing, brought me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p59.16">
<l id="d4-p59.17">In death’s dark vale I fear no ill,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.18">With thee, dear Lord, beside me,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.19">Thy rod and staff my comfort still,</l>
<l id="d4-p59.20">Thy cross before to guide me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d4-p59.21">
<l id="d4-p59.22">And so through all the length of days</l>
<l id="d4-p59.23">Thy goodness faileth never;</l>
<l id="d4-p59.24">Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise</l>
<l id="d4-p59.25">Within thy house forever.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d4-p60">The old version of the Psalms held its place till
the end of the seventeenth century, never seriously
disturbed. But at this point there appeared a new
publication which indicated the improving popular
taste and new freedom of thought, and at the same
time the deep-set popular affection for the old literal
versification of the Psalms. From the first
there has been much individual dissatisfaction with
the uncouthness of Sternhold and Hopkins.
Queen Elizabeth had treated them with humorous
toleration. Many attempts had been made to furnish
the church with better renderings. Among the
large numbers of metrical renderings of the Psalms,
in part or entire, may be mentioned those of Sir
Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke, Edmund
Spenser, John Donne, Phineas Fletcher,
George Herbert, Lord Bacon, King James I, George
Sandys, George Wither, Francis Rous, and Henry
Vaughan. Milton translated nineteen of the Psalms
into meter.</p>
<pb n="136" id="d4-Page_136" />
<p id="d4-p61">But none of these had seriously molested the reign
of “Sternhold and Hopkins” until Nahum Tate, the
poet laureate under William and Mary, in collaboration
with Nicholas Brady, issued a complete new
version; that was in 1696. The New Version, or
Tate and Brady as it was thereafter known, was
dedicated to the king and authorized by royal order.</p>
<p id="d4-p62">It was greeted with bitter denunciation and with
enthusiastic approval, and yet by a third party with
measured approval as constituting a distinct advance
over the Old Version, and looking forward to
something better. The Supplement, issued separately
in 1700, contained the Canticles, six hymns,
and many new tunes. This book, added to gradually,
went through many editions in the first decades
of the new century, and became a prototype of
the modern hymn-book. The New Version did not
replace the Old; among the more urbane it did, but
in the country districts “Sternhold and Hopkins”
persisted till the hymn-book supplanted both versions.</p>
<p id="d4-p63">Conservatives saw in Tate and Brady’s Psalter a
dangerous tendency to depart from the biblical text,
and to abandon solid virtue for doubtful refinement.
The Bishop of St. Asaph wrote:</p>
<blockquote id="d4-p63.1">
<p id="d4-p64">Whereas the Composers and Reviewers of the Old translations
had nothing else in their Eye but to give us the true
sense of each piece in as few words as could be in Verse
and, therefore keep close to the text, without deviating from
it on any account. In this New Translation there is so
much regard had to the poetry, the Style of Running of the
<pb n="137" id="d4-Page_137" />
Verse and such-like inconsiderable circumstances, that it is
almost impossible to avoid going from the text and altering
the true sense and Meaning of it. For, thence it comes to
pass, that although the Authors doubtless designed a true
Translation yet other things crowding into their Heads at
the same time jostled that Design so that it could not always
take effect.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d4-p65">In the established church as well as among the
Non-Conformists the New Version aroused new and
heated disputes whether it were lawful, after all, for
the people, especially the women, to sing in church,
and whether any sort of “human composure” were
fit to be sung in public. Isaac Watts welcomed it,
saying in the preface to his “Horæ Lyricæ”:
“Some people persuade themselves and their children
that the beauties of poetry are vain and dangerous.
All that arises a degree above Mr. Sternhold
is too airy for worship.”</p>
<p id="d4-p66">The Old Version and the New Version served their
time. So far as popular favor and influence are
concerned “Sternhold and Hopkins” was one of the
three great books of England for the two centuries.
“Tate and Brady” in its turn exerted a tremendous
influence. But the freer and more poetic hymn-book
was in its time gradually to replace these and
all other metrical versions such as Ainsworth in
Scotland and New England, though nothing is likely
ever to drive out the Psalms of the glorious King
James Version.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="V. Isaac Watts" prev="d4" next="d6" id="d5">
<pb n="138" id="d5-Page_138" />
<h2 id="c5">CHAPTER V
<br /><span class="small" id="d5-p0.2">ISAAC WATTS</span></h2>
<p id="d5-p1">The great hymns of the world have appeared in
time of religious turmoil and struggle. The
rule would seem to have an exception in the case of
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts" id="d5-p1.1">Isaac Watts</a>,
one of the two greatest of
English hymnists, and the man who more than any
other established the hymn as a type of English
poetry; for the most of Watts’s mature life was
spent in scholarly quiet at the country home of Sir
Thomas Abney. But most of his hymns sprang out
of the days of stress and struggle while he was yet a
young man. Isaac Watts was a child of religious
strife and sacrifice. He lived in strenuous times
and came of stalwart stock. His grandfather, a
commander in the British fleet, once killed a tiger in
a fight, with his bare hands. Leaping into a river,
he turned upon the tiger, which had sprung out of
the jungle upon him, seized it by the head, and
drowned it. That was the same kind of courage
and clearness of head that the grandson in his day
was called upon to exercise in battles of ideas
and principles. Watts’s maternal grandfather, a
French Protestant, had clung to his religious convictions
under persecution, and had taken refuge with
his family in England. As a baby Isaac Watts was
<pb n="139" id="d5-Page_139" />
nursed and sung to sleep by his gentle yet stout-hearted
mother sitting on a horse-block under a
window of the Southampton jail, where her husband
was imprisoned for loyalty to his faith. Something
of the quality of the soul of the elder Watts is shown
by a letter written under banishment a few years
later to his children. Not a word is said about
shelter, food, or safety, but, “My children pray God
to give you a knowledge of his truth, for it is a very
dangerous time you are like to live in.” Mr.
Thomas Wright in his “Life of Isaac Watts” tells
a story of Isaac’s childhood which gives a glimpse
of an English fireside of the time, as well as of an
unusual child. Little Isaac tittered out once during
family prayer. The grave household later
heard his confession that, seeing a mouse run up a
bell-rope which hung by the fireplace, he made the
rime:</p>
<verse id="d5-p1.2">
<l id="d5-p1.3">A mouse for want of better stairs,</l>
<l id="d5-p1.4">Ran up a rope to say his prayers.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p2">Isaac’s youth was strenuous. The young Non-Conformist
was learning Greek and Hebrew at eight
years old. He was of frail physique and had to
battle not only for his religious and intellectual life
but for physical life as well.</p>
<p id="d5-p3">His experience was no exception to the rule that
hymns grow best in soil that is much and deeply
stirred. At that time when Puritan strictness and
rigor were increasing without the deep Puritan
piety, Watts stood for gentleness, charity, and freedom.
<pb n="140" id="d5-Page_140" />
In that age of conformity, he was vigorously
independent, stanchly loyal to his own opinions. In
the age of Congreve, Wycherley, Butler, Gay, and
Swift, Watts was developing a warm and devout
religious life. It is a curious fact and an added
honor to him that out of the most unideal period
of English history came one of the most beautiful
child-songs of the world, his “Hush, My Child, Lie
Still and Slumber.” He stands out as a loyal figure
in times of very lax ideas, and a gentle and kindly
man in an age of cold cynicism.</p>
<p id="d5-p4">As a Puritan he is somewhat between the scholarly
Milton and the untutored Bunyan. Watts was an
eminent scholar and man of letters in his time and
a philosopher and theologian of large following; his
“Improvement of the Mind” and his “Speculation
on the Human Nature of the Logos” were famous
books. His “Logic” and his text-books on geography
and astronomy were being used at the close of
the seventeenth century in the universities of England
and at Harvard and Yale. Julian in his
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/julian_j" id="d5-p4.1">Dictionary of Hymnology</a>”
says that the “Logic” “was
still a valued textbook at Oxford within living memory.”
But his permanent literary appeal is of a
very simple, if very fundamental, nature. As a poet,
he might unloose the latchet of Milton’s shoe; for
sustained literary power, he is a very long way behind
Bunyan. But because of the simplicity and
universality of his appeal and the sweet and clear
soundness of it, he stands out as a very influential
<pb n="141" id="d5-Page_141" />
figure. It is a great thing to have written a nation’s
hymns.</p>
<p id="d5-p5">Personally one of the gentlest and kindest of men,
he was nevertheless a bold, sturdy figure and an incalculably
useful liberal of eighteenth-century England.
He was the object of great veneration as well
as fierce attack. “A moderate man,” he once said,
“must expect a box on both ears.”</p>
<p id="d5-p6">Judging by the following stanzas for his poem,
“On the Sight of Queen Mary in the Year 1694,”
he was no inconsiderable courtier:</p>
<verse id="d5-p6.1">
<l id="d5-p6.2">Her shape, her motion and her mien,</l>
<l id="d5-p6.3">All heavenly such as angels seem,</l>
<l id="d5-p6.4">When the bright vision grows intense,</l>
<l id="d5-p6.5">And fancy aids our feebler sense.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p6.6">
<l id="d5-p6.7">Earth’s proudest idol dare not vie,</l>
<l id="d5-p6.8">With such superior majesty;</l>
<l id="d5-p6.9">A kindling vapor might as soon</l>
<l id="d5-p6.10">Rise from the bogs and mate the moon.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p6.11">
<l id="d5-p6.12">I’ll call no Raphael from his rest;</l>
<l id="d5-p6.13">Such charm can never be expressed;</l>
<l id="d5-p6.14">Pencil and paint were never made</l>
<l id="d5-p6.15">To draw pure light without a shade. . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p6.16">
<l id="d5-p6.17">Secure of empire, she might lay</l>
<l id="d5-p6.18">Her crown, her robes of state away,</l>
<l id="d5-p6.19">And midst ten thousand nymphs be seen;</l>
<l id="d5-p6.20">Her beauty would proclaim the queen.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="142" id="d5-Page_142" />
<p id="d5-p7">In 1707 Watts published his
“Hymns and Spiritual Songs in Imitation of the Psalms.”
Since that date, and only since then, have the English people
been in conscious possession of a worthy native
hymn-book. This book established the free congregational
hymn for the English language.</p>
<p id="d5-p8">By the word “imitation” in his title Watts did
not mean copying the letter of the Psalms but rather
a bold and original departure. The rule heretofore
for the Psalms in the English was that the original
should be literally, meticulously followed. George
Wither had defended his own Psalms as being exact
translations “having still the relish of holy words.”
Contemners, he said therefore, “do not only contemn
my pains but do lay imputations upon the wisdom
of the Holy Ghost also. . . . And to say any
fragment thereof were needless is, in effect, to
diminish from God’s word, upon which follows a
heavy curse.”</p>
<p id="d5-p9">It is strange that the revolutionary stand of Watts
did not arouse far stronger and more lasting opposition.
It was asked by an opponent, “Does Dr. Watts
indeed presume to correct and instruct the Holy
Ghost in writing Psalms?” But Watts’s good sense
and the lyric charm of his verse carried the day
against the letter which killeth, for the spirit which
keepeth alive.</p>
<p id="d5-p10">In 1715 he published another book of hymns, “Divine
Songs.” In 1719 he published his “Psalms of
David Imitated in the Language of the New Testament.”
This book may be said to have settled
<pb n="143" id="d5-Page_143" />
finally though not immediately the long argument
about psalmody. Watts had taken up the fight for a
broader freedom in the matter of worship, and championed
a new liberalism in thought and action. In
the preface to the book of 1719 he makes the important
distinction between translating the hymns
of David and imitating them.</p>
<blockquote id="d5-p10.1">
<p id="d5-p11">For why should I now address God my Saviour
in a song, with <i>Burnt Sacrifices of Fatlings</i>, and with the
<i>Incense of Rams</i>? Why should I pray to be <i>sprinkled with
Hysop</i>, or recur to the <i>Blood of Bullocks and Goats</i>? Why
should I <i>bind my sacrifice with cords to the Horns of an
Altar</i>, or sing the praises of God to <i>high sounding Cymbals</i>,
when the gospel has shewn me a nobler Atonement for Sin,
and appointed a purer and more spiritual worship? Why
must I join with David in his Legal or Prophetic language
to curse my Enemies when my Saviour by his Sermons has
taught me to bless them? . . .</p>
</blockquote>
<blockquote id="d5-p11.1">
<p id="d5-p12">David would have thought it very hard to have been
confined to the words of Moses, and sung nothing else on
all his rejoicing days but the drowning of Pharaoh in the
fifteenth chapter of Genesis. . . .</p>
</blockquote>
<blockquote id="d5-p12.1">
<p id="d5-p13">Have not your Spirits taken wing and mounted up near
to God and Glory with the song of David on your tongue?
But on a sudden the clerk has proposed the next line to
your lips with Sayings and Prophesies, with Burnt Offerings
and Hysop, with New Moons and Trumpets and Timbrels
in it, with Confessions of Sins which you never committed,
with Complaints of Sorrows which you never felt,
cursing such Enemies as you never had. . . . Where the
Psalmist has described Religion by Fear of God, I have
joined Faith and love to it.</p>
</blockquote>
<pb n="144" id="d5-Page_144" />
<p id="d5-p14">These Psalms are more important as setting a
new pattern and establishing a new liberal idea
than for their own poetic quality. They are as a
rule not very good poetry, though among them are
several of the great hymns of the world. One feels
in reading these verses that Watts could turn out
the ordinary hymn meters with too great ease.
Still, without the practice of writing hundreds of
hymns he might not have attained to the twelve or
fifteen matchless ones that he did write.</p>
<p id="d5-p15">His rendering of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 19" id="d5-p15.1" parsed="|Ps|19|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.19">nineteenth Psalm</scripRef>, “The
heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament
sheweth his handywork,” may be taken as fairly
typical of Watts’s Psalms.</p>
<verse id="d5-p15.2">
<l id="d5-p15.3">Behold the lofty Sky</l>
<l id="d5-p15.4">Declares its Maker God;</l>
<l id="d5-p15.5">And all his starry works on high</l>
<l id="d5-p15.6">Proclaim his Power abroad.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p15.7">
<l id="d5-p15.8">The darkness and the light</l>
<l id="d5-p15.9">Still keep their course the same,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.10">While night to day, and day to night</l>
<l id="d5-p15.11">Divinely teach his name.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p15.12">
<l id="d5-p15.13">In every different land</l>
<l id="d5-p15.14">Their general voice is known;</l>
<l id="d5-p15.15">They show the wonders of his hand,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.16">The orders of his throne.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p15.17">
<l id="d5-p15.18">Ye British lands, rejoice,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.19">He here reveals his word;</l>
<pb n="145" id="d5-Page_145" />
<l id="d5-p15.20">We are not left to Nature’s voice</l>
<l id="d5-p15.21">To bid us know the Lord.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p15.22">
<l id="d5-p15.23">His statutes and commands</l>
<l id="d5-p15.24">Are set before our eyes;</l>
<l id="d5-p15.25">He puts the Gospel in our hands</l>
<l id="d5-p15.26">Where our salvation lies.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p15.27">
<l id="d5-p15.28">His laws are just and pure,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.29">His truth without deceit,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.30">His promises are ever sure,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.31">And his rewards are great.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p15.32">
<l id="d5-p15.33">Not honey to the taste</l>
<l id="d5-p15.34">Affords so much delight,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.35">Not gold that has the furnace passed</l>
<l id="d5-p15.36">So much allures the sight.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p15.37">
<l id="d5-p15.38">While of thy works I sing,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.39">Thy glory to proclaim,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.40">Accept the praise, my God and King,</l>
<l id="d5-p15.41">In my Redeemer’s name.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p16">These stanzas move along on a level with such seeming
ease that the reader feels Watts might write
such verses indefinitely. Indeed, he did make three
versions of this Psalm, as of many others, one in
short, one long, and one in common meter. The
long-meter version begins:</p>
<verse id="d5-p16.1">
<l id="d5-p16.2">The heavens declare the glory, Lord,</l>
<l id="d5-p16.3">In every star thy wisdom shines;</l>
<l id="d5-p16.4">But when our eyes behold thy Word</l>
<l id="d5-p16.5">We read thy name in fairer lines.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="146" id="d5-Page_146" />
<p id="d5-p17">These stanzas may seem to represent Watts’s poetical
level. It is plain as bread. Here is poesy clad
in Quaker brown. But, after all, in these unpretentious
lines there was found much to employ worthily
the minds of those who sang them. And out of the
labor and devotion exerted in the making of all these
verses there come some lyrical poems that for their
hold on the hearts of people have never been excelled
by anything written in English.</p>
<p id="d5-p18">In 1715 Watts issued what was to be one of the notable
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/divsongs.html" id="d5-p18.1">children’s books</a>
of the English language.
From reading the child-books of Edward Lear,
Lewis Carroll, and Robert Louis Stevenson, one
might—if Watts’s had not been a household book before
these writers were born—make various speculations
as to what kind of book for children could come
from a Puritan doctor of divinity, contemporary
of Butler and Congreve and Swift.</p>
<p id="d5-p19">“Dear friends,” writes Watts in the preface, “to
all that are concerned in the Education of Children.”
“It is an awful and important charge that is committed
to you. The wisdom and welfare of succeeding
generations are intrusted with you. . . . There
is something so entertaining in rhyme and meter that
it will incline children to make this part of their duty
a diversion.”</p>
<p id="d5-p20">Watts’s idea of educating by means of diversion
and his book of verses probably appealed as
little to the mind of the contemporary English
schoolmaster as to that of John Gay. These verses
are to our ears curiously old-fashioned and didactic
<pb n="147" id="d5-Page_147" />
for children’s poetry. But still they have a note
that appeals to universal childhood. Song IV begins:</p>
<verse id="d5-p20.1">
<l id="d5-p20.2">When’er I take my walks abroad,</l>
<l id="d5-p20.3">How many poor I see!</l>
<l id="d5-p20.4">What shall I render to my God</l>
<l id="d5-p20.5">For all his gifts to me?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p20.6">
<l id="d5-p20.7">Not more than others I deserve,</l>
<l id="d5-p20.8">Yet God hath given me more,</l>
<l id="d5-p20.9">For I have food while others starve</l>
<l id="d5-p20.10">Or beg from door to door.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p21">Song V has a patriotic note:</p>
<verse id="d5-p21.1">
<l id="d5-p21.2">I would not change my native land</l>
<l id="d5-p21.3">For rich Peru with all her gold;</l>
<l id="d5-p21.4">A nobler prize lies in my hand</l>
<l id="d5-p21.5">Than East or Western Indies hold.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p22">The third line here is Doctor Watts’s expression
and not that of a child. The first stanza of Song VI,
“Praise from the Gospel,” suited the young Calvinist
and the young Britisher:</p>
<verse id="d5-p22.1">
<l id="d5-p22.2">Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace</l>
<l id="d5-p22.3">And not to chance as others do</l>
<l id="d5-p22.4">That I was born of Christian race</l>
<l id="d5-p22.5">And not a heathen or a Jew.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p23">A stanza from Song XII shows that Watts would
not have the children pampered:</p>
<pb n="148" id="d5-Page_148" />
<verse id="d5-p23.1">
<l id="d5-p23.2">Happy the child whose youngest years</l>
<l id="d5-p23.3">Receive instruction well;</l>
<l id="d5-p23.4">Who hates the sinner’s path and fears</l>
<l id="d5-p23.5">The road that leads to hell.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p24">And one from Song XIII:</p>
<verse id="d5-p24.1">
<l id="d5-p24.2">’Tis dangerous to provoke a God:</l>
<l id="d5-p24.3">His power and vengeance none can tell;</l>
<l id="d5-p24.4">One stroke of his almighty rod</l>
<l id="d5-p24.5">Shall send young sinners quick to hell.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p25">One cannot say how much practical effect Song XVI,
“Against Quarrelling and Fighting,” has had, but
generation after generation has learned the admonition.
The idea of the last two lines is obvious and
simple enough for very young children to grasp immediately;
but what a world this would be indeed
if mature minds could grasp and apply its spirit!</p>
<verse id="d5-p25.1">
<l id="d5-p25.2">Let dogs delight to bark and bite,</l>
<l id="d5-p25.3">For God hath made them so;</l>
<l id="d5-p25.4">Let bears and lions growl and fight,</l>
<l id="d5-p25.5">For ’tis their nature to.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p25.6">
<l id="d5-p25.7">But, children, you should never let</l>
<l id="d5-p25.8">Such angry passions rise;</l>
<l id="d5-p25.9">Your little hands were never made</l>
<l id="d5-p25.10">To tear each others’ eyes.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p26">These lines from Song XVII, “Love between Brothers
and Sisters,” somehow have the ring of true
child literature:</p>
<pb n="149" id="d5-Page_149" />
<verse id="d5-p26.1">
<l id="d5-p26.2">Birds in their little nests agree;</l>
<l id="d5-p26.3">And ’tis a shameful sight</l>
<l id="d5-p26.4">When children of one family</l>
<l id="d5-p26.5">Fall out, and chide and fight.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p27">From Song XX, “Against Idleness and Mischief”:</p>
<verse id="d5-p27.1">
<l id="d5-p27.2">How doth the little busy bee</l>
<l id="d5-p27.3">Improve each shining hour,</l>
<l id="d5-p27.4">And gather honey all the day</l>
<l id="d5-p27.5">From every opening flower!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p28">The hymns of Watts are distinguished by a certain
Calvinistic logic, by boldness of conception and expression
and by an austere spirit of reverence. The
best known hymn of Watts, “O God Our Help in
Ages Past,” based on the ninetieth Psalm, was published
in 1719. It is given here as it was then
printed:</p>
<verse id="d5-p28.1">
<l id="d5-p28.2">Our God, our Help in Ages past,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.3">Our Hope for years to come,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.4">Our Shelter from the stormy blast,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.5">And our Eternal Home.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p28.6">
<l id="d5-p28.7">Under the Shadow of thy Throne,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.8">Thy Saints have dwelt secure;</l>
<l id="d5-p28.9">Sufficient is thy Arm alone,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.10">And our Defence is sure.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p28.11">
<l id="d5-p28.12">Before the Hills in order stood,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.13">Or Earth received her Frame,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.14">From everlasting thou art God,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.15">To endless Years the same.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="150" id="d5-Page_150" />
<verse id="d5-p28.16">
<l id="d5-p28.17">Thy Word commands our flesh to Dust,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.18"><i>Return ye sons of Men</i>;</l>
<l id="d5-p28.19">All Nations rose from Earth at first,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.20">And turned to Earth again.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p28.21">
<l id="d5-p28.22">A Thousand Ages in thy Sight,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.23">Are like an evening gone;</l>
<l id="d5-p28.24">Short as the Watch that ends the Night,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.25">Before the rising Sun.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p28.26">
<l id="d5-p28.27">[The busy tribes of Flesh and Blood</l>
<l id="d5-p28.28">With all their Lives and Cares,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.29">Are carried downwards by thy flood</l>
<l id="d5-p28.30">And lost in following years.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p28.31">
<l id="d5-p28.32">Time like an ever-rolling Stream</l>
<l id="d5-p28.33">Bears all its Sons away;</l>
<l id="d5-p28.34">They fly forgotten as a Dream</l>
<l id="d5-p28.35">Dies at the opening Day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p28.36">
<l id="d5-p28.37">Like flow’ry Fields the Nations Stand</l>
<l id="d5-p28.38">Pleased with the Morning Light;</l>
<l id="d5-p28.39">The Flowers beneath the mower’s Hand</l>
<l id="d5-p28.40">Lie withering e’er ’tis Night.]</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p28.41">
<l id="d5-p28.42">Our God, our Help in Ages past,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.43">Our Hope for years to come,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.44">Be thou our Guard while Troubles last,</l>
<l id="d5-p28.45">And our Eternal Home.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p29">Virtually every hymn-book of the recent day has
taken the same liberty with his poem that Watts
himself took with the Psalms, the liberty to make
<pb n="151" id="d5-Page_151" />
changes or adaptations. “The English Hymnal”<note n="11" id="d5-p29.1">The Oxford Press, London, 1914.</note>
omits stanzas 4, 6, and 8. It supplies “O” for
“our” in the first line of stanzas 1 and 9. “Hymns
Ancient and Modern” makes the same changes.
“The Methodist Hymnal” omits stanzas 4 and 8;
It changes line 2, stanza 2, to</p>
<verse id="d5-p29.2">
<l id="d5-p29.3"><i>Still may we</i> dwell secure</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p30">and line 2, stanza 6, to</p>
<verse id="d5-p30.1">
<l id="d5-p30.2">With all their <i>cares</i> and <i>fears</i>.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p31">This is a clear improvement, correcting a defective
rime and improving the sense. “The Baptist Hymn
Book” omits stanzas 5, 6, 7, and 8. It supplies the
word “Beneath” for the line</p>
<verse id="d5-p31.1">
<l id="d5-p31.2"><i>Under</i> the shadow of thy throne.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p32">“The Plymouth Hymn Book” omits stanzas 4, 6,
and 8. “The Unitarian Hymn and Tune Book”
omits stanzas 2, 4, 6, and 8. The Presbyterian
hymn-book omits stanzas 4 and 8, and changes
“downwards” to “downward” in line 3, stanza 5.
“The Union Hymnal”<note n="12" id="d5-p32.1">Central Conference of American Rabbis, New York, 1914.</note>
omits stanzas 4, 5, 6, 7, and
8. It supplies “Beneath” for “Under” in line 1,
stanza 2, and in line 2 writes</p>
<verse id="d5-p32.2">
<l id="d5-p32.3">Thy children dwell secure.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p33">Every book examined except two supplies “O” for
“Our.” Any small change such as these which
<pb n="152" id="d5-Page_152" />
makes the hymn really better would doubtless have
received Watts’s cordial approval. Watts made
two other versions of this Psalm; the better one
begins:</p>
<verse id="d5-p33.1">
<l id="d5-p33.2">Thro’ every age, eternal God,</l>
<l id="d5-p33.3">Thou art our rest, our safe abode;</l>
<l id="d5-p33.4">High was thy throne ere heaven was made</l>
<l id="d5-p33.5">Or earth thy humble footstool laid.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p34">Other famous hymns by Watts are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.III.7_1.html" id="d5-p34.1">When I Survey the Wondrous Cross</a>”;
“Jesus Shall Reign Where’er the Sun”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.Ps.214.html" id="d5-p34.2">Joy to the World; the Lord is Come</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.II.84.html" id="d5-p34.3">Come Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.II.140.html" id="d5-p34.4">Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.IV.1.html" id="d5-p34.5">Am I a Soldier of the Cross?</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.II.66.html" id="d5-p34.6">There Is a Land of Pure Delight</a>.”</p>
<p id="d5-p35">Let us examine one other of Watts’s hymns, noticing
its style as typically hymnal, and noticing
prosaically what the hymn means. The following
is a free adaptation of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 72" id="d5-p35.1" parsed="|Ps|72|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.72">seventy-second Psalm</scripRef>,
which is said to have been written for the occasion
of Solomon’s accession to the throne. The rendering
of Watts is as follows:</p>
<verse id="d5-p35.2">
<l id="d5-p35.3">Jesus shall reign where’er the sun</l>
<l id="d5-p35.4">Doth his successive journeys run;</l>
<l id="d5-p35.5">His kingdom stretch from shore to shore</l>
<l id="d5-p35.6">Till moons shall wax and wane no more.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p35.7">
<l id="d5-p35.8">[Behold the islands with their kings,</l>
<l id="d5-p35.9">And Europe her best tribute brings,</l>
<l id="d5-p35.10">From North to South the Princes meet</l>
<l id="d5-p35.11">To pay their homage at his feet.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="153" id="d5-Page_153" />
<verse id="d5-p35.12">
<l id="d5-p35.13">There Persia glorious to behold.</l>
<l id="d5-p35.14">There India shines in Eastern gold,</l>
<l id="d5-p35.15">And barbarous nations at his word</l>
<l id="d5-p35.16">Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.]</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p35.17">
<l id="d5-p35.18">For him shall endless prayer be made</l>
<l id="d5-p35.19">And praises throng to crown his head;</l>
<l id="d5-p35.20">His name like sweet perfume shall rise</l>
<l id="d5-p35.21">With every morning sacrifice.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p35.22">
<l id="d5-p35.23">People and realms of every tongue</l>
<l id="d5-p35.24">Dwell on his love with sweetest song;</l>
<l id="d5-p35.25">And infant voices shall proclaim</l>
<l id="d5-p35.26">Their early blessings on his name.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p35.27">
<l id="d5-p35.28">Blessings abound where’er he reigns,</l>
<l id="d5-p35.29">The prisoner leaps to loose his chains,</l>
<l id="d5-p35.30">The weary find eternal rest,</l>
<l id="d5-p35.31">And all the sons of want are blessed.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p35.32">
<l id="d5-p35.33">[Where he displays his healing power,</l>
<l id="d5-p35.34">Death and the curse are known no more;</l>
<l id="d5-p35.35">In him the tribes of Adam boast</l>
<l id="d5-p35.36">More blessings than their father lost.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p35.37">
<l id="d5-p35.38">Let every creature rise and bring</l>
<l id="d5-p35.39">Peculiar honors to our king;</l>
<l id="d5-p35.40">Angels descend with songs again</l>
<l id="d5-p35.41">And earth repeat the loud Amen.]</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p36">In the preface of the book, Watts directs, “You may
leave out those stanzas included in the crotchets [ ].”
It will be noticed that in both hymns quoted in full
here the author has inclosed certain stanzas in
<pb n="154" id="d5-Page_154" />
“crotchets” as though his hymn sense told him,
but not quite emphatically enough, that those stanzas
would not do. The hymn-books of to-day have left
the stanzas out, except for the last one. What is
there that prevents the second and third stanzas
from being good hymnody? Is it that the hymn
does not allow reference to contemporary geographical
names? I think not; Greenland, Ceylon, India,
and Africa are mentioned with fine effect in “From
Greenland’s Icy Mountains.” Katherine Lee Bates’
splendid hymn repeats “America” in every stanza.
Why was it that Watts half-way crossed these
stanzas out?</p>
<verse id="d5-p36.1">
<l id="d5-p36.2">Behold their islands with their kings</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p37">is a good enough line of poetry and hymnody;</p>
<verse id="d5-p37.1">
<l id="d5-p37.2">And Europe her best tribute brings</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p38">is not. “Europe” seems to be a word belonging
both by sound and connotation to prose rather than
to poetry. As it is used here it breaks the poetic
spell. It is too immediate, too “every-day.” The
line brings a vague idea of continental trade and
politics. It is somehow too plainly at hand. Certain
names and common phrases have matter-of-fact
prosaic connotation essentially. A hymn, for example,
might say,</p>
<verse id="d5-p38.1">
<l id="d5-p38.2">We bring our tithes to thee,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p39">but not,</p>
<verse id="d5-p39.1">
<l id="d5-p39.2">We bring thee ten per cent,</l>
</verse>
<pb n="155" id="d5-Page_155" />
<p id="d5-p40">which means the same thing but is a mundane way of
saying it. In the next stanza, the description of
Persia is not quite convincing, and, again, it is not
in the straight line of thought to describe Persia;
that is not the point of the hymn. These lands are
mentioned as different parts of the earth, to convey the idea
of the “world-wide,” “general”; this
they fail to do, because the lands are too close together
for the names to give that idea. The Wesley hymn-book
revised and combined the two stanzas into one
good stanza:</p>
<verse id="d5-p40.1">
<l id="d5-p40.2">From north to south the princes met</l>
<l id="d5-p40.3">To pay their homage at his feet</l>
<l id="d5-p40.4">While western empires own their Lord</l>
<l id="d5-p40.5">And savage tribes attend his word.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p41">Another change was to replace “For” in stanza 4
with “To.” This is not fanciful criticism, making
much out of small matters. The hymn could not
have survived without the changes; as it is, we see a
communal taste, a social judgment, revising the original
and making for itself a nearly perfect hymn.
The idea developed in ringing lyrical terms is that
the faith and the system of ethics taught by Christ
will bring about a common civilization, a world-wide
unity, and a prevalence of justice, good will, welfare,
happiness; a universal realization of truth, fulfilment
of obligation, and enjoyment of good. Is there
any better service that a poet should perform toward
the spirit of just understanding and good will—necessary
if the world is to get along—than to
<pb n="156" id="d5-Page_156" />
plant this idea alive with emotion in the minds of
all ranks of people? If people get this idea into
their songs they will get it also into their ballot-boxes
and their general attitude and behavior. If
the millions who sing this song imbibe even semi-consciously
its faith in the truth and its spirit of
charity, no one can calculate the worth of the old
song-poet as a peacemaker and justice-worker in
human society.</p>
<p id="d5-p42">After Watts had made clear what manner of thing
the hymn should be, there was a growing diffusion
of hymnody, and a growing art in the creation of
hymns. A view of the state of hymnody in the early
part of the eighteenth century is given by Simon
Browne, an independent minister of London, in the
preface to his “Hymns and Spiritual
Songs.”<note n="13" id="d5-p42.1">London, 1720.</note>
He argues for good music and free hymnody in church
worship, saying there is no more reason for confining
the church in singing hymns, to the biblical text
than for confining the prayer and the rest of the liturgy
to it. Praising the hymns of “good Mr. Mason,”
author of “Now from the Altar of My Heart,”
he goes on:</p>
<blockquote id="d5-p42.2">
<p id="d5-p43">And besides some collections from private hands, with
an attempt to turn Mr. Herbert’s poem into common meter,
these I have mentioned were all the hymns I know to have
been in common use either in private families or in Christian
assemblies till within a few years past.</p>
</blockquote>
<pb n="157" id="d5-Page_157" />
<p id="d5-p44">He praises the hymns of Stennett, and continues:</p>
<blockquote id="d5-p44.1">
<p id="d5-p45">But the ingenious Mr. Watts has outdone all that went
before him in the variety of his subjects, the smoothness
of his verse, the richness of his fancy. The World, I hope,
will not do me the injury to think that I aim at being his
rival.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d5-p46">The hymns of Browne’s volume are smooth verses
of simple piety. They are strikingly cheerful, but
they have not the poetic quality to make them last
more than a hundred years; they have almost disappeared
from the hymn-book of to-day. The following
lines from his Hymn LXXX show his general
style:</p>
<verse id="d5-p46.1">
<l id="d5-p46.2">Lord, thou art good; all nature shews</l>
<l id="d5-p46.3">Thee full, and free, and kind:</l>
<l id="d5-p46.4">Thy bounty through creation flows,</l>
<l id="d5-p46.5">Nor can it be confined.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p46.6">
<l id="d5-p46.7">The whole and every part proclaim</l>
<l id="d5-p46.8">Unlimited good will:</l>
<l id="d5-p46.9">It shines in stars, and flows in streams,</l>
<l id="d5-p46.10">And broods on every hill.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p46.11">
<l id="d5-p46.12">It spreads through all the spreading main,</l>
<l id="d5-p46.13">And heavens which spread more wide;</l>
<l id="d5-p46.14">It drops in every shower of rain</l>
<l id="d5-p46.15">And rolls on every tide.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d5-p46.16">
<l id="d5-p46.17">This makes the heavenly people sing,</l>
<l id="d5-p46.18">And fills their hearts with mirth;</l>
<l id="d5-p46.19">Supplies and comforts everything,</l>
<l id="d5-p46.20">That lives and moves on earth.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="158" id="d5-Page_158" />
<p id="d5-p47">Joseph Stennett (1663-1715) published in 1679
“Hymns, Composed for the Celebration of the Holy
Supper.” This is important as the first notable
Baptist hymn-book. Members of this branch of the
church were early leaders in the development of the
modern hymn. A prefatory hymn “written by another
hand” in the edition of Stennett of the year
1713 contains this stanza:</p>
<verse id="d5-p47.1">
<l id="d5-p47.2">Tho long mistaken, I withheld</l>
<l id="d5-p47.3">Harmonious song, divine thy Due:</l>
<l id="d5-p47.4">Yet, better knowledge now instill’d,</l>
<l id="d5-p47.5">Thy tuneful praise my Voice shall shew.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d5-p48">Stennett issued another volume in 1712, composed
for the celebration of the rite of baptism. It would
seem that his idea was to use hymns only in connection
with baptism and the eucharist.</p>
<p id="d5-p49">The influence of Watts spread rapidly. The spirit
of freedom and progress which was in the air found
some expression in these new, free, and popular
songs. Among increasing numbers of people the
newly awakening social consciousness found a happy
communal expression in the sturdy rimes and sturdy
music of Watts’s hymns. Numbers of new hymn-books
sprang up to meet the growing demand. There
was much singing now in England. These books one
after another repeated in their prefaces the arguments
of Watts as to the right of Christians to make
new songs and sing them in their worship. It was
the rule till toward the close of the eighteenth century
to retain the name of Watts in titles of hymn-books,
<pb n="159" id="d5-Page_159" />
as, for example, the Baptist hymnal edited by
John Rippon, “A Selection of Hymns from the best
Authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watts’s
Psalms and Hymns.”<note n="14" id="d5-p49.1">London, 1787.</note>
To each new edition of this
book were added more new hymns. A remark by
Rippon in the preface indicates how far sentiment
was swinging from old prejudice against singing in
public worship, and from the old distrust of new
hymns. Rippon thought that there should be in the
book a hymn appropriate to sing after any sermon,
to drive the idea home. “A too great variety is a
thing scarcely to be conceived of.” An undated
edition of his hymnal at the beginning of the nineteenth
century includes in his preface part of a letter
written from Philadelphia saying that the book is
used in America not only by Baptists but by Presbyterians
and Methodists, and that the sale has reached
over a hundred thousand copies. An edition of 1844
published after Rippon’s death contained nearly
twelve hundred hymns. Many other books bearing
the name of Watts appeared in America; the one by
President Dwight of Yale met with great favor, especially
in New England.</p>
<p id="d5-p50">Of the hymns in Wesley’s first “Collection,” published
in Charleston, South Carolina, in 1737, the
first real hymn-book of the Church of England, one
third were written by Watts. The first book from
the press of Benjamin Franklin in Philadelphia was,
as has been said, an edition of the poems of Watts.
This free-spirited writer of songs must have had a
<pb n="160" id="d5-Page_160" />
good deal of influence upon the minds of Americans
during the formative days of the republic.</p>
<p id="d5-p51">In England and America the work of Watts, who
was early recognized as the leader, above all others
up to his time, in the art of English hymnody, still
remains with us. An idea of his present standing
may be gathered from a list giving the number of his
hymns now included by representative hymn-books:</p>
<table id="d5-p51.1"><tr id="d5-p51.2"><td id="d5-p51.3">“Hymns Ancient and Modern” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.4">9</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.5"><td id="d5-p51.6">“The American Hymnal” (The Century Co.) </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.7">20</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.8"><td id="d5-p51.9">“The Baptist Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.10">145</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.11"><td id="d5-p51.12">“The English Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.13">10</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.14"><td id="d5-p51.15">“The Hymn and Tune Book” (Unitarian) </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.16">12</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.17"><td id="d5-p51.18">“The Hymnal” (Presbyterian, 1920) </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.19">49</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.20"><td id="d5-p51.21">“The Hymnal” (Protestant Episcopal, 1920) </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.22">12</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.23"><td id="d5-p51.24">“The Methodist Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.25">53</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.26"><td id="d5-p51.27">“The Oxford [University] Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.28">21</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.29"><td id="d5-p51.30">“The Union Hymnal for Jewish Worship” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.31">3</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.32"><td id="d5-p51.33">Palgrave’s “Treasury of Sacred Songs” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.34">9</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.35"><td id="d5-p51.36">The Earl of Selbourne’s “Book of Praise” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.37">41</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.38"><td id="d5-p51.39">“The Westminster Abbey Hymn Book” </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.40">14</td></tr>
<tr id="d5-p51.41"><td id="d5-p51.42">“Hymns of the Living Church” (New York, 1923) </td><td class="jr" id="d5-p51.43">14</td></tr></table>
<p id="d5-p52">Uncounted people sing his great hymns; and they
have chosen them as expressive of basic essential
truth, of ideas of right conduct, of poise of soul in
a troubled world, and of just and generous emotion,
of charity for all men and of living faith in God.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="VI. The Period of the Wesleys" prev="d5" next="d7" id="d6">
<pb n="161" id="d6-Page_161" />
<h2 id="c6">CHAPTER VI
<br /><span class="small" id="d6-p0.2">THE PERIOD OF THE WESLEYS</span></h2>
<p id="d6-p1">Charles Wesley may be said to have taken
up the tradition of English hymnody where
Watts gave over his labor. Wesley was born in
1707, the year of the publication of Watts’s first
hymn-book, and lived till 1788. A large part of the
eighty-one years of his life he devoted to the writing
of hymns; he wrote more than six thousand. He
was the poet, <i>par excellence</i>, of the great religious
revival, which, hand and hand with the romantic
movement in literature and the democratic movement
in politics, swept through Europe and America
and left a new world for men to live in. It became a
common saying then, as in the time of Chrysostom,
of Augustine, and of Luther, that more converts
were made through hymns than through any other
means.</p>
<p id="d6-p2">Hymnody was a part of the new springtime of
popular enlightenment and self-realization that was
stirring through the world. In America Thomas
Jefferson had said that he had rather have no government
at all, with newspapers for the people to
read, than to have any sort of government with no
newspapers. Edmund Burke remarked significantly
the prodigious sale of Blackstone’s Commentary in
<pb n="162" id="d6-Page_162" />
this country. Much the same service that Jefferson
and Burke saw the newspapers and popular law-books
rendering in the field of politics, Wesley’s
hymns rendered in the field of religion. And the
office of the hymns was that of popular information
as well as inspiration; they were as Wesley planned
them to be, “a body of divinity.”</p>
<p id="d6-p3">These hymns came as if at a time appointed, the
lyric call of a new dawn. Markedly individual, subjective,
and, to use a word over-worn but particularly
descriptive of their spirit, “democratic,” they are a
voice of the age. They ring out enthusiastically in
the first person singular. To them the Divine Personality
is not the distant king on his awful throne
so much as a spirit dwelling in the believer’s heart,
the immediate present helper, guide, and friend.
Their qualities of individuality, social warmth, and
joyful belief appealed to the changing England.</p>
<p id="d6-p4">A high place among the makers of the world’s
art must be given to those who have brought into
common possession great vital ideas and emotions
by way of song. Probably none will say that the
art of Robert Burns has been less powerful than that
of Joshua Reynolds or Christopher Wren, or that
the gift to the world from the Acropolis or even from
Parnassus has proved more genuine and vital art
than the art of a book of songs from the hill called
Zion. This book of hymns has lived not merely because
men called it sacred but because it has embodied
and inspired lofty ideas, just feelings, and
pure motives; its influence has permeated general
<pb n="163" id="d6-Page_163" />
human consciousness and colored human thought as
no other single work of art has ever done. The
maker of any people’s song, if it is good song, deserves
to be and will be numbered high among the
people’s great and beneficent souls.</p>
<p id="d6-p5">The artists have found great opportunity and
great satisfactions in the service of religion, witness
the Taj Mahal, the temple of Neptune at Tarentum,
the cathedrals of the thirteenth century, the paintings
of the masters, and the religious drama of various
ages. But the church generally and the Protestant
side in particular has laid much stress on the
idea that all other forms of art are insignificant
compared with the inclusive artistry of well ordered
and harmonious living. Architecture is patently
one form of art constantly called into the service of
the church; yet for two hundred years there have not
been any very original contributions made to the
glory of God and the edification of man in the form
of architecture. But in the form of the popular
lyric a good deal has been achieved. With the great
temples and cathedrals in mind, or with some lovely
small church in rural England before one’s eyes, one
might say that architecture has done more for religion
than the other arts; but considering religious
songs heard in the world clear back to the dawn of
civilization, or hearing majestic hymns rolling out
from great choirs and congregations or holy lays
from simple folk at close of day, one might make
the claim for song. A single song is very small
and intangible compared to a mighty temple, but the
<pb n="164" id="d6-Page_164" />
temple is stone, and anchored to one place. The
song may be as intimate as breath and volant as
the wind to go anywhere. The temple of Solomon
has vanished, but the psalms of David are still with
us. As masters of the church lyric, Watts and Wesley
and Heber are very important figures in the
history of English religious art and of English life.</p>
<p id="d6-p6">Charles Wesley, if he had not done so, ought to
have written great hymns. With his undoubted
gift, he had before him the example of Watts and
the newly discovered treasury of German hymnody.
Besides this there was an insistent public demand
for new hymns with which to express the newly
aroused religious emotions of an age awakening, politically
and socially, industrially, artistically, religiously.
He lived in the stirring morning of the
day that brought the Declaration of Independence
and the United States Constitution, the new freedom
for English and French peasantry, the steam-engine,
the poetry of Burns and Wordsworth, the political
philosophy and practice of Edmund Burke, and the
religious renaissance led by John Wesley.</p>
<p id="d6-p7">A strong influence upon Wesley besides the work
of Watts and the other earlier hymn-writers was
that of German hymnody. On their trip to America
the Wesleys had met a party of Moravian emigrants
and had heard their hymns on board the ship. Later
in London the Wesleys again were much influenced
by another group of devout Moravians. It was
through these associations that the hymns which had
sounded so powerfully through the German people’s
<pb n="165" id="d6-Page_165" />
history since the Reformation, and which had been
known and loved long before the Reformation, now
reached England. Nor was the deep personal stirring
of spirit, necessary for the production of hymns,
lacking with Charles Wesley. The sensitive scholar
of Christ Church, Oxford, soon came to know what it
was to be hailed and blessed by one eager throng
and cursed and stoned by another. A High Church
Anglican, by nature and training conservative and
aristocratic, he was yet charged with the broad democratic
spirit of the time, and by his deep poetic impulse,
to be the singer of new freedom and new life
for individual and common mankind.</p>
<p id="d6-p8">Another good reason for his writing hymns was
that he was a member of the Wesley family. His
mother, Susannah Annesley Wesley, was a product
of the best Puritan culture and tradition. Remarkable
for her learning, her common sense, her piety,
and the great force and beauty of her character, she
was one of the noblest and best of England’s famous
women. His grandfather, John Wesley, was
a poet and divine of note in his day. His father,
Samuel Wesley, a great-nephew of the author of
“Religio Medici,” was also a clergyman and the
author of six volumes of poetry besides a number of
prose works. The father and three sons, Samuel,
John, and Charles, are represented in the English
hymn-book to-day. Mehitabel, whose sad story has
been retold by Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch,<note n="15" id="d6-p8.1">“Hetty Wesley,” London, 1907.</note>
was remarkable for her classical learning and for unusual
<pb n="166" id="d6-Page_166" />
poetical gift. Charles Wesley’s sons, Samuel and
Charles, both became eminent men; the latter at
the age of eight had written an oratorio, “Ruth,”
described by his biographer in the “Dictionary of
National Biography” as “not a child’s performance,
but a musicianly work.” Samuel became a leading
musician of England. Samuel Sebastian Wesley,
a grandson, was a musician of high rank, known
over the world as one of the foremost English composers
of church music. Thus seven of Charles
Wesley’s family from four generations have contributed
directly to the making of the English hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d6-p9">Yet another influence was that exerted by his publisher,
who was none other than that tremendous
character, John Wesley. Surely no verse-writer
ever had a more enthusiastic and energetic Mæcenas
than he.</p>
<p id="d6-p10">With all his inherited genius and with all the inspiration
that came to him from without, Charles
Wesley had the gift of a rich and generous nature.
More vital still was his mystic’s experience of the
deep realities of religion.</p>
<p id="d6-p11">Wesley, like Watts, wrote very freely and spontaneously,
as the thousands of lyrics he wrote bear
witness. Not all of them are good; much of the
verse reminds one of a painter’s tentative sketches
and drawings. But had he not freely written so
many he might not have written the smaller number
so consummately well. This spontaneous hymnody
<pb n="167" id="d6-Page_167" />
of the time belongs to the spirit of freedom and
wing testing that was abroad; Watts, tired of the
labored formality in poetry, had said in the preface
to his volume of 1837, “Many a line needs the file
to polish the roughness of it, and many a thought
wants richer language to adorn and make it shine
. . . but I have at present neither inclination nor
leisure to correct and I hope I never shall.” And
the tradition of English hymnody set by Watts was
carried on by Wesley. Watts praised Wesley generously,
saying that Wesley’s “Come Thou Traveller
Unknown” was worth all the verse that he himself
had ever written; this was of course too lavish
praise.</p>
<p id="d6-p12">The two poets are alike, in general spirit and purpose,
yet very different in style. Wesley came from
the old heart-of-England stock, from generations of
strong and cultivated people: his father, grandfather,
and great-grandfather were all Oxford men;
his mother’s father, Doctor Annesley, was a Puritan
scholar and divine of national reputation; Charles
Wesley was an Oxford master of arts, a Tory, and a
strict Anglican. Watts, on the other hand, was by
descent half French, of ardent Non-Conformist tradition
and education, a doctor of Aberdeen and Edinburgh,
a stanch Independent.</p>
<p id="d6-p13">But their differences are such as to make their
work complementary. They stand unrivaled in the
field of English hymnody except as each may rival
the other. The style of Watts is austere, objective,
<pb n="168" id="d6-Page_168" />
and formal; the style of Wesley is warm, subjective,
intimate. Watts, born in 1674, the year that Milton
died, was nearer to the time of Addison and Dryden;
Wesley was nearer to the romantic period. A
stanza from a hymn by each on the same theme will
indicate the difference:</p>
<verse id="d6-p13.1">
<l id="d6-p13.2"><i>Watts.</i></l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.3">Come, sound his praise abroad</l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.4">And hymns of glory sing;</l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.5">Jehovah is the sovereign God,</l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.6">The universal king.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p13.7">
<l id="d6-p13.8"><i>Wesley.</i></l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.9">O for a thousand tongues to sing</l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.10">My dear Redeemer’s praise,</l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.11">The glories of my God and King,</l>
<l class="t3" id="d6-p13.12">The triumphs of his grace!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p14">Even in these four-line stanzas one can see not
only clear distinctions between the two writers, but
clear signs of the differing times and schools of
thought. The first has the air of the Age of Reason;
the logical traits are predominant; Deity is
envisioned from the Calvinistic point of view—“Jehovah,”
“Sovereign Lord,” “Universal King.”
The second stanza has the air of the later period—spontaneous,
enthusiastic, personal. Compare
again Watts’s grand hymn “Before Jehovah’s Awful
Throne” with Wesley’s “Love Divine, All Love
Excelling.”</p>
<p id="d6-p15">The best known hymn by Charles Wesley is
“Jesus, Lover of My Soul,” published in “Psalms
and Spiritual Hymns,” in 1740, soon after his return
from America:</p>
<pb n="169" id="d6-Page_169" />
<verse id="d6-p15.1">
<l id="d6-p15.2">Jesu, Lover of my soul,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.3">Let me to thy bosom fly,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.4">While the nearer waters roll,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.5">While the tempest still is high!</l>
<l id="d6-p15.6">Hide me, O my Savior, hide,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.7">Till the storm of life is past;</l>
<l id="d6-p15.8">Safe into the haven guide,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.9">O receive my soul at last.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p15.10">
<l id="d6-p15.11">Other refuge have I none;</l>
<l id="d6-p15.12">Hangs my helpless soul on thee:</l>
<l id="d6-p15.13">Leave, O leave me not alone,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.14">Still support and comfort me:</l>
<l id="d6-p15.15">All my trust on thee is stayed,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.16">All my help from thee I bring;</l>
<l id="d6-p15.17">Cover my defenceless head</l>
<l id="d6-p15.18">With the shadow of thy wing.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p15.19">
<l id="d6-p15.20">Wilt thou not regard my call?</l>
<l id="d6-p15.21">Wilt thou not accept my prayer?</l>
<l id="d6-p15.22">Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—</l>
<l id="d6-p15.23">Lo, on thee I cast my care:</l>
<l id="d6-p15.24">Reach me out thy gracious hand!</l>
<l id="d6-p15.25">While I of thy strength receive,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.26">Hoping against hope I stand,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.27">Dying, and behold, I live!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p15.28">
<l id="d6-p15.29">Thou, O Christ, art all I want;</l>
<l id="d6-p15.30">More than all in thee I find;</l>
<l id="d6-p15.31">Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.32">Heal the sick and lead the blind.</l>
<l id="d6-p15.33">Just and holy is thy name,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.34">I am all unrighteousness:</l>
<l id="d6-p15.35">False and full of sin I am,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.36">Thou art full of truth and grace.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="170" id="d6-Page_170" />
<verse id="d6-p15.37">
<l id="d6-p15.38">Plenteous grace in thee is found,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.39">Grace to cover all my sin:</l>
<l id="d6-p15.40">Let the healing streams abound;</l>
<l id="d6-p15.41">Make and keep me pure within.</l>
<l id="d6-p15.42">Thou of life the fountain art,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.43">Freely let me give of thee:</l>
<l id="d6-p15.44">Spring thou up within my heart,</l>
<l id="d6-p15.45">Rise to all eternity.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p16">This is one of the supreme hymns of the world.
It has gone to the corners of the earth with the
English language and had been translated into virtually
every language there is. The song has become
a treasury of spiritual wealth. A thousand
legends cluster about it as about some ancient shrine
or about the memory of some gentle and famous
saint. Countless children through successive generations
have learned and kept its lines by heart;
countless men and women have found in it deep
refreshment of spirit as from a cool spring and
shade by the road when tired and thirsty; and uncounted
ones have passed out of this life with its
words on their lips.</p>
<p id="d6-p17">As English poetry, it is characterized by the
brevity, melody, intensity, and completeness of the
pure lyric. George Saintsbury says, “The mere
word-music of it is fingered throughout in the most
absolutely adequate manner.”<note n="16" id="d6-p17.1">“A History
of English Prosody,” Vol. II, p. 531. London, 1908.</note>
If one reads it without thought of the tune he is still compelled
by its inherent melody. And its effects are attained
by the simplest and most direct means; of
<pb n="171" id="d6-Page_171" />
the 236 words of the poem all but thirty-seven are
monosyllables. The images are vivid and quickly
drawn, the movement is swift and harmonious, the
lines glow with life and warmth. In it the hymn-book
has found a perfect and immortal song.</p>
<p id="d6-p18">It stands to-day as Wesley wrote it except that
a single word, the subjunctive “be” in the sixth line,
is changed to “is”; and the original third stanza is
omitted. The change of verb-form is merely to
accord with the trend of the language to drop subjunctives.
The stanza omitted is as good lyric
poetry as the rest, but it is a shade too fervent for
the steady hymn-book. The title Wesley gave the
hymn was “In Time of Prayer and Temptation,”
later “In Temptation.” Like most hymns, however,
it is known by its first line. The Latin vocative
in the opening line, “Jesu, Lover,” is usually
printed in the English form. Of all hymns in the
hymn-book this one has been revised and amended
probably more than any other; this in spite of
John Wesley’s exhortation in the preface of his
hymn-book to all publishers who use these hymns not
to alter them. “Hymn-cobblers,” he says, “should
not try to mend them. I really do not think they
are able.” Yet in some cases amendment did better
even Charles Wesley’s hymns. For example, Wesley
wrote:</p>
<verse id="d6-p18.1">
<l id="d6-p18.2">Hark how all the welkin rings,</l>
<l id="d6-p18.3">Glory to the King of kings.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p19">This line was altered to:</p>
<pb n="172" id="d6-Page_172" />
<verse id="d6-p19.1">
<l id="d6-p19.2">Hark! the herald angels sing,</l>
<l id="d6-p19.3">Glory to the new-born King!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p20">The changes were made by Martin Madan in 1760,
and later accepted by Wesley. But the hymn,
“Jesus, Lover of My Soul,” though it has more than
thirty variations of the first stanza, has not been improved.
In the first line “refuge” has been
supplied for “lover.” The same word “refuge,”
has been supplied for “bosom” in the second line.
The first personal pronoun has been changed to
the plural, “lover of our souls; Hide us, O our Saviour,
hide.” Not one of these changes fails to injure
the hymn. There has been some difficulty
among hymn editors with the third line,</p>
<verse id="d6-p20.1">
<l id="d6-p20.2">While the nearer waters roll.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p21">It has been changed in various books to read</p>
<verse id="d6-p21.1">
<l id="d6-p21.2">While the billows near me roll,</l>
<l id="d6-p21.3">While the threat’ning billows roll,</l>
<l id="d6-p21.4">While the waters round us roll.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p22">Even “Hymns Ancient and Modern,” usually conservative
in altering hymns, has made the quite dull
emendation,</p>
<verse id="d6-p22.1">
<l id="d6-p22.2">While the gathering waters roll.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p23">There is no point here in trying to visualize waters
gathering somewhere and rolling. Wesley knew the
sea and knew what he was saying. There is in the
figure some reminiscence, doubtless, of the desperate
storm he came through on his American voyage.
<pb n="173" id="d6-Page_173" />
But even the great hymnologist, Dr. Julian,
raises objection to “nearer” as an adjective descriptive
of waves breaking on a reef or on the shore,
the ship of course being at sea. This meaning can
be got from the line, though it seems that if Wesley
had meant “breakers” he would have used that
word. But the poet’s figure is accurate and graphic—while
the nearer waters roll—“nearer” being an
adverb modifying “roll”; that is, while waters—either
as a rising flood, or as waves in a storm—roll
nearer the deck of the ship. Since “tempest”
is mentioned in the next line, Wesley evidently had
the latter figure in mind.</p>
<p id="d6-p24">The changing of a word or the shading of a plural
by the poet sometimes makes all the difference between
mediocrity and supremacy, between life and
death for his poem. Of course no amount of mere
word-manipulation can give the breath of life; many
attempts at hymnody published in the books are sad
and flat because they are merely pious clichés artificially
joined together—mechanical construction,
not warm and breathing poetry. In the preface of his
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/" id="d6-p24.1">hymn-book of 1780</a>
John Wesley says:</p>
<blockquote id="d6-p24.2">
<p id="d6-p25">I desire men of taste to judge whether there is not in
some of the following verses the true Spirit of Poetry;
such as cannot be acquired by art and labour; but must
be the gift of nature. By labour a man may become a
tolerable imitator of <i>Spenser</i> or <i>Shakespear</i> or <i>Milton</i> and
may heap together pretty compound epithets, as “pale
eyed,” “weak-eyed” and the like. But unless he is born a
poet he will never attain to genuine Spirit of Poetry.</p>
</blockquote>
<pb n="174" id="d6-Page_174" />
<p id="d6-p26">Watts, the Wesleys, and Cowper had this spirit
without which they could not have written the vigorously
living hymns that enrich English literature.</p>
<p id="d6-p27">Stanzas from Charles Wesley’s hymn, “Before
Work,” are indicative of what may be considered
about the level of his work. There is a suggestion
in these lines of the gentle and saintly George Herbert
and, looking forward, a suggestion of the poetic
theory and manner of William Wordsworth:</p>
<verse id="d6-p27.1">
<l id="d6-p27.2">Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go</l>
<l id="d6-p27.3">My daily labor to pursue;</l>
<l id="d6-p27.4">Thee, only thee, resolved to know</l>
<l id="d6-p27.5">In all I think, or speak, or do.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p27.6">
<l id="d6-p27.7">The task thy wisdom hath assigned,</l>
<l id="d6-p27.8">O let me cheerfully fulfil;</l>
<l id="d6-p27.9">In all thy works thy presence find,</l>
<l id="d6-p27.10">And prove thy good and perfect will. . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p27.11">
<l id="d6-p27.12">For thee delightfully employ</l>
<l id="d6-p27.13">Whate’er thy bounteous grace hath given,</l>
<l id="d6-p27.14">And run my course with even joy</l>
<l id="d6-p27.15">And closely walk with thee to heaven.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p28">The lines achieve a difficult thing; they speak of
the most profound matters with colloquial simpleness
and ease, yet with perfect dignity. The poem
has a tonic sweetness that comes of strength. It
has the humility of faith in God, but no cringing;
the trustfulness of the child and the serene assurance
of the upright man whose faith is in what he
knows to be true and faithful: it is the whole-hearted
<pb n="175" id="d6-Page_175" />
service of religion where service is perfect freedom.
It is full of a sort of Christian independence. How
much more the man and gentleman do these lines
show the author to be, and how much more worthiness
of trust and worship do they attribute to God
than do many of the medieval hymns such as “Day
of Wrath” as well as many of those current to-day.</p>
<p id="d6-p29">For although the hymns are the very flower of all
theological writing for breadth of conception and
for poise of manner, still there are hymns that
have crept into favor for a while that are ferocious—really
of the disposition and manner of wild beasts—or
else maudlin or plainly silly. For instance a
popular hymn begins with the climax of unmanliness
and absurdity:</p>
<verse id="d6-p29.1">
<l id="d6-p29.2">O to be nothing, nothing</l>
<l id="d6-p29.3">Only to lie at his feet,</l>
<l id="d6-p29.4">A broken and emptied vessel</l>
<l id="d6-p29.5">For the Master’s use made meet.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p30">Give this stanza what it hardly deserves—a moment’s
analysis—and picture the pain and surprise
of an earthly master whose beloved servant suddenly
becomes nothing, nothing, and yet manages to serve
the table with empty vessels that are also broken,
ending it all with the plain remark the master has
got what he deserved. Coventry Patmore perhaps
thought of this kind of praise in his poem, “The
Child’s Purchase,” where he conceives the Virgin
Mary seeking to shield the Almighty from uncouth
<pb n="176" id="d6-Page_176" />
worship by hotly berating those who neglect her
own mediary offices, calling them</p>
<verse id="d6-p30.1">
<l id="d6-p30.2">The unwashed boors who hail God to His face.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p31">Beyond the unconscious humor and slight irreverence
of Patmore’s conception one must appreciate
the self-sacrificing disposition shown by the intermediary
in the act of listening to and intercepting
such poetry of praise as the above. But let it be
said in soberness, the more one truly venerates the
Mother the more he might know her as giving glad
assent to the words of the Son, “When ye pray, say,
Our Father.” Wesley’s poem and true hymn shows
the longing of the good man to walk with God, striving
always to elevate his soul to that high plane.
There is no mawkishness nor groveling in the great,
manly hymns of Wesley.</p>
<p id="d6-p32">Another hymn of Wesley more stately than the
one above, yet none the less fervent, embodies likewise
his great tenet, the immediate access of the human
soul to the Infinite. The power of the idea is
heightened by its simplicity and severity of
expression:</p>
<verse id="d6-p32.1">
<l id="d6-p32.2">Love divine, all love excelling,</l>
<l id="d6-p32.3">Joy of Heaven to earth come down,</l>
<l id="d6-p32.4">Fix in us thy humble dwelling,</l>
<l id="d6-p32.5">All thy faithful mercies crown. . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p32.6">
<l id="d6-p32.7">Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit</l>
<l id="d6-p32.8">Into every troubled breast,</l>
<l id="d6-p32.9">Let us all in thee inherit,</l>
<l id="d6-p32.10">Let us find the promised rest.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="177" id="d6-Page_177" />
<p id="d6-p33">There is for him no bar to the true seeker after
God. The following lines, though not good hymnody,
emphasize the same article of faith, relying
more upon the “inner witness” than upon any outward
agency. The idea is characteristic of the
author no less than of his age just freeing itself from
many bonds of mind and spirit, from the “rule of
the Syllogism, the Scaffold, and the Epigram.”</p>
<verse id="d6-p33.1">
<l id="d6-p33.2">. . . No such frigid laws we fear</l>
<l id="d6-p33.3">Who to the king of kings draw near,</l>
<l id="d6-p33.4">Boldly approach his gracious throne,</l>
<l id="d6-p33.5">And freely our requests make known.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p33.6">
<l id="d6-p33.7">Beyond the inner courts we press,</l>
<l id="d6-p33.8">Enter into the holy place,</l>
<l id="d6-p33.9">Sure to obtain the peace of God,</l>
<l id="d6-p33.10">And all we ask through Jesus’ blood.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p34">Full of animation and color of style and rapt
abandon of worship are the lines beginning:</p>
<verse id="d6-p34.1">
<l id="d6-p34.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg00/jwg0066.html" id="d6-p34.3">Lo, he comes with clouds descending.</a></l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p35">The Christmas hymn,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg06/jwg0683.html" id="d6-p35.1">Hark the Herald Angels Sing</a>,”
joined with the Mendelssohn tune, is a glorious song.
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg02/jwg0266.html" id="d6-p35.2">Soldiers of Christ Arise</a>”
is vibrant with melodious energy and zeal for God. The morning hymn,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg09/jwg0963.html" id="d6-p35.3">Christ Whose Glory Fills the Skies</a>,”
and the great hymn for Easter,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg07/jwg0716.html" id="d6-p35.4">Christ the Lord Is Risen To-day</a>,”
are the other hymns that are not
likely to die as long as the language lives.</p>
<p id="d6-p36">With all the vigor of his conviction and the force
<pb n="178" id="d6-Page_178" />
and splendor of his expression, Wesley is characterized
by great gentleness, tolerance, and humility.
His lyrics flame high with love of God, and glow
with human charity. Through his less known
songs there is a constant tone of tolerance and of
nobility.</p>
<verse id="d6-p36.1">
<l id="d6-p36.2">In mercy then to me impart,</l>
<l id="d6-p36.3">The largeness of a loving heart,</l>
<l id="d6-p36.4">A heart to no one sect confined.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p37">Love is his favorite theme; the words “light,”
“joy,” “sweetness,” “grace,” recur very often,
and are themselves descriptive of the spirit that
animates the man. Below is a list of representative
hymn-hooks, giving the number of hymns by Charles
Wesley:</p>
<table id="d6-p37.1"><tr id="d6-p37.2"><td id="d6-p37.3">“Hymns Ancient and Modern” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.4">25</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.5"><td id="d6-p37.6">“The American Hymnal” (The Century Co.) </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.7">17</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.8"><td id="d6-p37.9">“The Baptist Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.10">44</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.11"><td id="d6-p37.12">“The Common Service Book” (Lutheran) </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.13">21</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.14"><td id="d6-p37.15">“The English Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.16">20</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.17"><td id="d6-p37.18">“The Hymn and Tune Book” (Unitarian) </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.19">11</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.20"><td id="d6-p37.21">“The Hymnal” (Presbyterian) </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.22">24</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.23"><td id="d6-p37.24">“The Hymnal” (Protestant Episcopal) </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.25">18</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.26"><td id="d6-p37.27">“The Methodist Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.28">121</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.29"><td id="d6-p37.30">“The Oxford [University] Hymn Book” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.31">29</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.32"><td id="d6-p37.33">Palgrave’s “Treasury of Sacred Song” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.34">12</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.35"><td id="d6-p37.36">The Earl of Selbourne’s “Book of Praise” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.37">27</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.38"><td id="d6-p37.39">“The Westminster Abbey Hymn Book” </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.40">25</td></tr>
<tr id="d6-p37.41"><td id="d6-p37.42">“Hymns of the Living Church” (New York, 1923) </td><td class="jr" id="d6-p37.43">12</td></tr></table>
<pb n="179" id="d6-Page_179" />
<p id="d6-p38">John Wesley, it seems, was too busy a man to
write many hymns, though it was he who made the
translations contained in the Wesley books from
the German, Latin, and Spanish. He was an exceptional
linguist, and was himself the author of
Hebrew, Greek, Latin, and French grammars. He
also compiled and published an English dictionary.</p>
<p id="d6-p39">He was a prodigiously energetic and powerful
man. Before the age of steam, he traveled two hundred
and fifty thousand miles, mostly on horseback,
though he was a vigorous walker. He was a great reader. In his
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/journal.html" id="d6-p39.1">Journal</a>”
there are many casual
references to his reading, done on horseback, on
shipboard, and wherever he could find time. The
reading done on his journeys included Homer, Virgil,
Anacreon, Lucian, Voltaire, Machiavelli, Milton,
Pope, Laurence Sterne, Ossian. Among his favorite
books was Law’s “Serious Call to a Devout
and Godly Life.” He was author of more than
a hundred works, and editor of a magazine; he was
a proponent of animal evolution—of course before
Charles Darwin was born. “Leisure and I,” he had
once written from college, “have parted company.”</p>
<p id="d6-p40">Dr. Johnson complained that Wesley would never
stay to talk when he came to see him, though Wesley’s
“Journal” for February 18, 1774, says, “I spent
two hours with that great man, Dr. Johnson.” Sitting
for a picture by Romney, Wesley praised the
painter mainly for his despatch. “Mr. Romney is
a painter indeed. He struck off an exact likeness
at once, and did more in an hour than Sir Joshua
<pb n="180" id="d6-Page_180" />
did in ten.”<note n="17" id="d6-p40.1">From a letter of Wesley. Quoted by
D. Baines-Griffeth in “Wesley the Anglican.”
London, 1919.</note>
George III listened to Wesley with
respect, and followed his advice in important matters
relating to the Church of England. Wesley
was one of those present in the robing-chamber
at the coronation.</p>
<p id="d6-p41">But Wesley’s heart was in the places where he
spent the most of his life, preaching the Gospel to
the poor and unchurched and ignorant, and such as
had no helper. He was too busy to devote much
time to writing poetry, though Samuel Bradburn,
a friend of Wesley, said of him, “He had a fine taste
for poetry and composed himself many of our
hymns; but he told me that he and his brother
agreed not to distinguish their hymns from each
other.”<note n="18" id="d6-p41.1">Quoted by David Craemer, in
“Methodist Hymnody,” New York, 1848.</note></p>
<p id="d6-p42">It is certain that Charles Wesley wrote most of
the hymns, and that John Wesley made the various
translations. There is no way of proving that the
elder brother is not the author of some of the hymns
ascribed to Charles. Dr. Nutter and Dr. Tillett
think that John Wesley wrote the following hymn,
because it has only the second and fourth stanzas
riming. No known stanza of Charles Wesley is thus
constructed; some of the elder brother’s translations
have this arrangement of rime. The hymn seems
to have also a logical tone more characteristic of
John Wesley:</p>
<pb n="181" id="d6-Page_181" />
<verse id="d6-p42.1">
<l id="d6-p42.2">We lift our hearts to thee,</l>
<l id="d6-p42.3">O Day-Star from on high!</l>
<l id="d6-p42.4">The sun itself is but thy shade,</l>
<l id="d6-p42.5">Yet cheers both earth and sky.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p42.6">
<l id="d6-p42.7">O let thy orient beams</l>
<l id="d6-p42.8">The night of sin disperse,</l>
<l id="d6-p42.9">The mists of error and of vice</l>
<l id="d6-p42.10">Which shade the universe!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p42.11">
<l id="d6-p42.12">How beauteous nature now!</l>
<l id="d6-p42.13">How dark and sad before!</l>
<l id="d6-p42.14">With joy we view the pleasing change,</l>
<l id="d6-p42.15">And nature’s God adore.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p42.16">
<l id="d6-p42.17">May we this life improve,</l>
<l id="d6-p42.18">To mourn for errors past;</l>
<l id="d6-p42.19">And live this short revolving day</l>
<l id="d6-p42.20">As if it were our last.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p42.21">
<l id="d6-p42.22">To God, the Father, Son,</l>
<l id="d6-p42.23">And Spirit,—One in Three—</l>
<l id="d6-p42.24">Be glory; as it was, is now,</l>
<l id="d6-p42.25">And shall forever be.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p43">A stanza from one of his translations, Gerhard
Tersteegen’s “Verborgne Gottes Liebe Du!” indicates
the quality of his work:</p>
<verse id="d6-p43.1">
<l id="d6-p43.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg03/jwg0344.html" id="d6-p43.3">Thou hidden love of God, whose height,</a></l>
<l id="d6-p43.4">Whose depth unfathomed no man knows,</l>
<l id="d6-p43.5">I see from far thy beauteous light,</l>
<l id="d6-p43.6">Inly I sigh for thy repose:</l>
<l id="d6-p43.7">My heart is pained, nor can it be</l>
<l id="d6-p43.8">At rest till it finds rest in thee.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="182" id="d6-Page_182" />
<p id="d6-p44">“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/longfellow_s/bookhymns.h256.html" id="d6-p44.1">Give to the Winds Thy Fears</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg03/jwg0373.html" id="d6-p44.2">Jesu Thy Boundless Love to Me</a>”
are translations by John
Wesley from the powerful hymns of Paul Gerhardt.</p>
<p id="d6-p45">John Wesley possessed what has been called the
“hymn sense” to an admirable degree. In the precarious
business of amending and revising hymns,
he changed many of those he published, usually to
their sure improvement. The hymns both of Watts
and his brother Charles he altered with a bold hand
and with a delicate judgment. One of the fine
hymns of the hymn-book to-day is that of Watts
beginning,</p>
<verse id="d6-p45.1">
<l id="d6-p45.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg06/jwg0608.html" id="d6-p45.3">Before Jehovah’s awful throne.</a></l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p46">But as Watts wrote it,</p>
<verse id="d6-p46.1">
<l id="d6-p46.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.Ps.218_1.html" id="d6-p46.3">Nations attend before thy throne,</a></l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p47">the hymn lacked the eye-charming first line that has
saved the life of many a good poem.</p>
<p id="d6-p48">Wesley’s exuberant conviction of the human
spirit’s right and power, under God, to transcend
material circumstances is well expressed in the
sturdy lyric beginning,</p>
<verse id="d6-p48.1">
<l id="d6-p48.2"><a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg00/jwg0061.html" id="d6-p48.3">Stands the omnipotent decree.</a></l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p49">That is a notable triumph of imagination and of
poetic expression in the last line:</p>
<verse id="d6-p49.1">
<l id="d6-p49.2">Let this earth dissolve and blend</l>
<l id="d6-p49.3">In dust the wicked and the just;</l>
<l id="d6-p49.4">Let those ponderous orbs descend</l>
<l id="d6-p49.5">And grind us into dust:—</l>
</verse>
<pb n="183" id="d6-Page_183" />
<verse id="d6-p49.6">
<l id="d6-p49.7">Rests secure the righteous man</l>
<l id="d6-p49.8">At his Redeemer’s beck,</l>
<l id="d6-p49.9">Sure to merge and rise again,</l>
<l id="d6-p49.10">And mount above the wreck.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p49.11">
<l id="d6-p49.12">Lo the heavenly spirit towers</l>
<l id="d6-p49.13">Like flame o’er nature’s funeral pyre</l>
<l id="d6-p49.14">Triumphs in immortal powers</l>
<l id="d6-p49.15">And claps his wings of fire.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p50">John Wesley’s “Journal” and letters comprise
some rich human history as well as throwing light
on the upspringing Wesleyan hymnody. The immaculate,
wiry little man whose quick firm step and
ruddy cheeks and flashing eyes belied his ninety
years could write, “I never lost a night’s sleep in
my life, nor spent as much as a quarter of an hour
at any one time in low spirits.” Yet night after
night for weeks he had slept on the floor with a
great-coat or Barket’s “Notes on the New Testament”
for a pillow, and long had found it a “good
tonic” to preach at five in the morning. Arriving
somewhere at the end of the day, “extremely
weary,” he found the people “so glad to see me that
they never once thought of asking me to eat or
drink”; yet he adds, “My weariness vanished when
I began to speak.”</p>
<p id="d6-p51">Stones might be hurled at his head; subtler and
more wounding missiles might be hurled from those
of his own class, even from his old familiar friends,
yet he is calm and reasonably careless. “I never
fret. . . . I see God sitting upon his throne and ruling
<pb n="184" id="d6-Page_184" />
all things well.” Such vigor of life, such rich
and ample culture, such comeliness of spirit, such
bold and joyful faith finding most varied expression
in his parish which was the world, found expression,
too, in verse which will live. Lines from his translation
of Paul Gerhardt’s “Befiehl Du Deine Wege”
show the quality of his soul and the source of his
faith:</p>
<verse id="d6-p51.1">
<l id="d6-p51.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn/files/jwg08/jwg0831.html" id="d6-p51.3">Commit thou all thy ways</a></l>
<l id="d6-p51.4">And griefs into his hands . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p51.5">
<l id="d6-p51.6">Who points the clouds their course,</l>
<l id="d6-p51.7">Whom winds and seas obey;</l>
<l id="d6-p51.8">He shall direct thy wandering feet,</l>
<l id="d6-p51.9">He shall prepare thy way.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p51.10">
<l id="d6-p51.11">Give to the winds thy fears;</l>
<l id="d6-p51.12">Hope and be undismayed;</l>
<l id="d6-p51.13">God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,</l>
<l id="d6-p51.14">God shall lift up thy head.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p51.15">
<l id="d6-p51.16">Through waves of cloud and storm</l>
<l id="d6-p51.17">He gently clears the way . . .</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p51.18">
<l id="d6-p51.19">What though thou rulest not?</l>
<l id="d6-p51.20">Yet heaven and earth and hell</l>
<l id="d6-p51.21">Proclaim God sitting on his throne</l>
<l id="d6-p51.22">And ruling all things well.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p52">Besides the hymnals of the Wesleys, which did
not at first gain acceptance among the other religious
bodies, there were published in rapid succession,
<pb n="185" id="d6-Page_185" />
especially through the latter half of the century,
large numbers of collections and original volumes.
Foremost among these was always the
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/watts/psalmshymns.html" id="d6-p52.1">Psalms and Hymns</a>”
of Isaac Watts. Other notable books of
hymns were those of Philip Doddridge, John Cennick,
Anne Steele, Martin Madan,
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.html" id="d6-p52.2">John Newton, and William Cowper</a>,
the Countess of Huntingdon, Augustus
Toplady, John Rippon, and William Williams
from Wales, Thomas Kelley from Ireland, and
James Stewart from Scotland.</p>
<p id="d6-p53">Philip Doddridge (1704-59) wrote many good
hymns, among which are
“O Happy Day That Fixed My Choice”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t29.h111.html" id="d6-p53.1">Awake My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve</a>”;
“Do I Not Love Thee, O My Lord?”
“Eternal Source of Every Joy”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t51.h472.html" id="d6-p53.2">Triumphant Zion, Lift Thy Head</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/longfellow_s/bookhymns.h258.html" id="d6-p53.3">How Gentle God’s Commands</a>.”</p>
<p id="d6-p54">Doddridge was a man of learning, of fluctuating
poetical gift, and of saintly character. Some ideas
of his style may be gained from the following hymn,
based upon the sublime passage in the
<scripRef passage="Luke 4" id="d6-p54.1" parsed="|Luke|4|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Luke.4">fourth chapter of Luke</scripRef>,
which in turn is taken from
<scripRef id="d6-p54.2" passage="Isaiah 61:1-3" parsed="|Isa|61|1|61|3" osisRef="Bible:Isa.61.1-Isa.61.3">Isaiah 61:1-3</scripRef>:</p>
<verse id="d6-p54.3">
<l id="d6-p54.4">Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.5">The Saviour promised long;</l>
<l id="d6-p54.6">Let every heart prepare a throne,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.7">And every voice a song.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p54.8">
<l id="d6-p54.9">He comes the prisoner to release,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.10">In Satan’s bondage held;</l>
<l id="d6-p54.11">The gates of brass before him burst,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.12">The iron fetters yield.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="186" id="d6-Page_186" />
<verse id="d6-p54.13">
<l id="d6-p54.14">He comes from thickest films of vice</l>
<l id="d6-p54.15">To clear the mental ray;</l>
<l id="d6-p54.16">And on the eyes oppressed by night</l>
<l id="d6-p54.17">To pour celestial day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p54.18">
<l id="d6-p54.19">He comes the broken heart to bind,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.20">The wounded soul to cure,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.21">And with the treasures of his grace,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.22">To enrich the humble poor.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p54.23">
<l id="d6-p54.24">Our glad hozannas, Prince of Peace,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.25">Thy welcome shall proclaim,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.26">Till heaven’s eternal arches ring,</l>
<l id="d6-p54.27">With thy beloved name.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p55">But this is not quite the hymn that Doddridge
wrote; John Wesley and others revised it. The
original second stanza beginning,</p>
<verse id="d6-p55.1">
<l id="d6-p55.2">In him the Spirit, largely poured,</l>
<l id="d6-p55.3">Exerts his sacred fire,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p56">was dropped, to the obvious improvement of the
poem. What is now the third stanza originally
closed with the lines,</p>
<verse id="d6-p56.1">
<l id="d6-p56.2">And on the eyeballs of the blind</l>
<l id="d6-p56.3">To pour celestial day.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p57">The figure was, until Wesley revised it, too violent;
it suggested glare and pain rather than
restoration of sight or the break of dawn. The
line,</p>
<verse id="d6-p57.1">
<l id="d6-p57.2">The bleeding soul to cure,</l>
</verse>
<pb n="187" id="d6-Page_187" />
<p id="d6-p58">disturbed the balance of the lyric. The stronger of
two ideas, that of “cure” here, should not be expressed
by the weaker and less vivid word. If the
poet used “bleeding” he should find a word like
“stanch” to balance it. The original last stanza,</p>
<verse id="d6-p58.1">
<l id="d6-p58.2">The silver trumpets publish loud</l>
<l id="d6-p58.3">The jubilee of the Lord;</l>
<l id="d6-p58.4">Our debts are all remitted now,</l>
<l id="d6-p58.5">Our heritage restored,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p59">did not keep the main idea of the hymn, and fell
away in poetic quality.</p>
<p id="d6-p60">In any hymn where there is a seriously faulty
stanza, one of three consequences is possible: the
stanza may be revised, it may be dropped out, or
it may remain to drag the whole hymn into the
place of forgotten songs.</p>
<p id="d6-p61">As to the right of the hymn-book to revise or in
any way to change an author’s work there is a
difference of opinion. Surely no editor has a right
to twist a poem out of its original meaning or to add
foreign ideas to it, holding the author responsible.</p>
<p id="d6-p62">But the hymnal is a book of religious worship and
not primarily an anthology of various poets’ work;
the individuality of the author tends to merge itself
in the common expression. And it seems most natural
and right to save a good hymn by judicious
omission or alteration meant only to make the poem
conform to the type. Many of the best hymns have
thus been made eligible. When alteration has been
<pb n="188" id="d6-Page_188" />
made it should be acknowledged with the notice of
authorship. In the standard books to-day notice is
carefully given if any substantial alteration has
been made. The permanent changes are made naturally;
if assembled folk accept an expression as
their own it must he their expression. The folk-mind
has thus often changed a saying or proverb
to make it more quotable and more comprehensible,
as for example changing “apples of gold and pictures
of silver” to “apples of gold and peaches of
silver”; or with more art and reason the lines of
Bulwer-Lytton,</p>
<verse id="d6-p62.1">
<l id="d6-p62.2">In the lexicon of youth which fate reserves</l>
<l id="d6-p62.3">For a bright manhood there is no such word as fail</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p63">to</p>
<verse id="d6-p63.1">
<l id="d6-p63.2">In the bright lexicon of youth there’s no such work as fail.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p64">Of the thousand hymnals containing Doddridge’s
hymn to-day there is not one that has not helped
to save it by adopting the revision pointed out.</p>
<p id="d6-p65">Now let us take this hymn as an average fair
specimen of English hymnody. Let us examine it
in detail, somewhat technically at first.</p>
<p id="d6-p66">As a lyrical poem it obeys the twofold essential
law of unity in that it is single and complete; it has
but one theme, and it develops that theme in a composition
of definite beginning, middle, and end. It
has further the essential glow of emotion: it is
warm, earnest, intense to the extent of being a harmoniously
controlled outcry. Its theme is a contemplation
<pb n="189" id="d6-Page_189" />
of the beneficent advent of Christ. Its
complete movement of thought is apparent: (1) He
comes; (2) He comes to free and bless mankind;
(3) mankind will acknowledge and acclaim Him.
The words, phrases, and figures of speech of the composition
are in harmony with one another and with
the central idea and emotion. It shows an admirable
lyric brevity of statement:</p>
<verse id="d6-p66.1">
<l id="d6-p66.2">Let every heart prepare a throne</l>
<l id="d6-p66.3">And every voice a song.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p67">Its phrasing is elevated and felicitous.</p>
<verse id="d6-p67.1">
<l id="d6-p67.2">The gates of brass before him burst,</l>
<l id="d6-p67.3">The iron fetters yield.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p67.4">
<l id="d6-p67.5">Till heaven’s eternal arches ring.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p68">The thought moves unswervingly and swiftly, as it
should move, toward its climax.</p>
<p id="d6-p69">As a religious song it has a breadth about it that
is characteristic of the greater hymns. It states its
truth broadly as for many minds; it speaks from
no corner point of view, and insists on no particular
angle of opinion. Its assertion is the Advent of
Christ. The Adventist can sing the words as expressive
of his own peculiar belief that one day
suddenly the clouds will take their places in set
order, a trumpet will sound, and Christ will appear
with an army of angels out of the heavens and set
up a perfect régime of justice, love, and happiness
in the world. The strict ritualist may regard it as
a calendar hymn for the feast in celebration of the
<pb n="190" id="d6-Page_190" />
birth of Christ. The strict Evangelical may sing
it with particular application to his own “heart
experience.” The Liberal may sing it as a fervent
expression of his belief that the human race is moving
forward, by evolutionary processes toward a
fuller and richer realization of knowledge, power,
good will, and happiness. He may understand by
“gates of brass” and “iron fetters” all evil restrictions
of the freedom of the mind, whether it be
of external tyranny or of internal weakness and ignorance.
Binding the broken heart, curing the
wounded soul, and the like may mean to some minds
deliverance from individual distress or evil; to
others, better education, better social justice, even
better medical science, and general welfare through
universal practice of the principles of Christianity.</p>
<p id="d6-p70">Still, however many things the hymn may be to
many people, there is nothing wishy-washy or doubtful
about it. It is an assertion of faith that through
Jesus Christ—however one may understand it—the
will of God, which is the greatest good and happiness
for all men, is to prevail on the earth. We
may say that this is a good lyrical poem; and the
great body of people who sing hymns say that it is a
good hymn.</p>
<p id="d6-p71">Doddridge wrote the hymn in 1735. If he had
written it thirty years later when there was a
clearer idea of what the hymn-type demands, the
revisions would probably not have been left to other
hands. A more nearly perfect hymn of his is the
following:</p>
<pb n="191" id="d6-Page_191" />
<verse id="d6-p71.1">
<l id="d6-p71.2">How gentle God’s commands,</l>
<l id="d6-p71.3">How kind his precepts are!</l>
<l id="d6-p71.4">Come cast your burden on the Lord,</l>
<l id="d6-p71.5">And trust his constant care.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p71.6">
<l id="d6-p71.7">Beneath his watchful eye,</l>
<l id="d6-p71.8">His saints securely dwell;</l>
<l id="d6-p71.9">The hand that bears all nature up</l>
<l id="d6-p71.10">Shall guard his children well.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p71.11">
<l id="d6-p71.12">Why should this anxious load</l>
<l id="d6-p71.13">Press down your weary mind?</l>
<l id="d6-p71.14">Haste to your Heavenly Father’s throne,</l>
<l id="d6-p71.15">And sweet refreshment find.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p71.16">
<l id="d6-p71.17">His goodness stands approved,</l>
<l id="d6-p71.18">Unchanged from day to day;</l>
<l id="d6-p71.19">I’ll drop my burden at his feet</l>
<l id="d6-p71.20">And bear a song away.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p72">The second stanza began originally,</p>
<verse id="d6-p72.1">
<l id="d6-p72.2"><i>While Providence supports</i></l>
<l id="d6-p72.3"><i>Let</i> saints securely dwell.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p73">One does not have to search long for the reason why
the hymn sense accepted the change. If the idea of
the stanza is the guardianship of Providence,
“watchful eye” is more appropriate, as it is more
specific and concrete.</p>
<p id="d6-p74">This hymn is simple in expression; swift, animated,
sincere. There are few songs with a finer
climax than that in the last stanza. One feels that
the poem is an artistic expression of honest, true religion.
<pb n="192" id="d6-Page_192" />
It has a mildness of spirit that contrasts
with the controversial time in which it was published,
1755. That may be why many of the collections
of the eighteenth century omitted it.</p>
<p id="d6-p75">One of Whitfield’s Methodist converts, John Fawcett,
became minister of a small Baptist church at
Waingate, in Yorkshire. When he had become a
distinguished preacher there came repeated calls
for him to go up to London. But like Chaucer’s and
Goldsmith’s poor parsons he chose to stay with his
country charge. At last, however, when under urgent
pressure he had decided that it was his duty
to go, and his goods were on the wagon and he was
ready to start, he saw that many of his humble
flock were weeping. He ordered the wagons to turn
back, the story goes; and he went into his house and
wrote what was to become one of the famous hymns
of the language, “Blest Be the Tie That Binds.”
He stayed in Yorkshire till his death in 1817 at the
age of seventy-eight. Though he was a considerable
writer in his day, and though he wrote as many as
169 hymns, none of them matches this one:</p>
<verse id="d6-p75.1">
<l id="d6-p75.2">Blest be the tie that binds</l>
<l id="d6-p75.3">Our hearts in Christian love;</l>
<l id="d6-p75.4">The fellowship of kindred minds</l>
<l id="d6-p75.5">Is like to that above.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p75.6">
<l id="d6-p75.7">Before our father’s throne,</l>
<l id="d6-p75.8">We pour our ardent prayers;</l>
<l id="d6-p75.9">Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,</l>
<l id="d6-p75.10">Our comforts and our cares.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="193" id="d6-Page_193" />
<verse id="d6-p75.11">
<l id="d6-p75.12">We share our mutual woes,</l>
<l id="d6-p75.13">Our mutual burdens bear;</l>
<l id="d6-p75.14">And often for each other flows</l>
<l id="d6-p75.15">A sympathizing tear.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p75.16">
<l id="d6-p75.17">When we asunder part,</l>
<l id="d6-p75.18">It gives us inward pain;</l>
<l id="d6-p75.19">But we shall still be joined in heart,</l>
<l id="d6-p75.20">And hope to meet again.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p75.21">
<l id="d6-p75.22">This glorious hope revives</l>
<l id="d6-p75.23">Our courage by the way;</l>
<l id="d6-p75.24">While each in expectation lives,</l>
<l id="d6-p75.25">And longs to see the day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p75.26">
<l id="d6-p75.27">From sorrow, toil and pain,</l>
<l id="d6-p75.28">And sin we shall be free;</l>
<l id="d6-p75.29">And perfect love and friendship reign</l>
<l id="d6-p75.30">Through all eternity.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p76">It is easy to believe that this gentle and neighborly
hymn, sung year in and year out over the English-speaking
world, has had influence in making for
charity, harmony, and happiness of life at more than
one time and in more than one community. One
can imagine many a person, under a weight of grief
and other kinds of trouble, taking heart at the latter
verses of the hymn. And it is practically useful for
man to have his hope renewed. “Sweet hope is
his companion,” says Plato in the first book of
the “Republic,” “cheering his heart, the nurse of
his age—hope which more than aught else steers the
<pb n="194" id="d6-Page_194" />
capricious will of mortal man.” There is a good
deal of faith, hope, and charity to be found in these
simple verses.</p>
<p id="d6-p77">Let me cite this hymn further as evidence that
there is such a thing as the practical ministry of
poetry in ordinary life. I speak in the first person
because that is the best way to give the evidence.
In the negro section of the old graveyard at Chapel
Hill one afternoon I saw a group of village negroes
holding the funeral of an old man who had been
among them a sage and a shoemaker and good neighbor.
These humble folk closed their service of
burial standing around the grave and singing the
verses of Dr. John Fawcett, written in Yorkshire in
1772. I can remember yet the peculiar richness of
their voices in the phrase “this glorious hope
revives,” and the plaintive peacefulness and the
light in their faces as they sang “and hope to meet
again.” I am entirely sure that the combination of
the words and music was worth a great deal to those
negroes in the practical service of making them happier
and better men and women.</p>
<p id="d6-p78">Edward Perronet (1726-92), a descendant of
French Protestant refugees, son of an Anglican
priest, supporter of John Wesley—later a friendly
opponent, a chaplain to the Countess of Huntington,
issued a volume, “Occasional Verses, Moral and Sacred,
Published for the Instruction and Amusement of the Candidly
Serious and Religious,”<note n="19" id="d6-p78.1">London, 1785.</note>
which contains one of the most popular hymns:</p>
<pb n="195" id="d6-Page_195" />
<verse id="d6-p78.2">
<l id="d6-p78.3">All hail the power of Jesus’ name,</l>
<l id="d6-p78.4">Let angels prostrate fall;</l>
<l id="d6-p78.5">Bring forth the royal diadem,</l>
<l id="d6-p78.6">And crown him Lord of all.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p79">Every stanza of the hymn, except the fourth,</p>
<verse id="d6-p79.1">
<l id="d6-p79.2">Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget</l>
<l id="d6-p79.3">The wormwood and the gall,</l>
<l id="d6-p79.4">Go spread your trophies at his feet,</l>
<l id="d6-p79.5">And crown him Lord of all,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p80">has been altered. The last stanza was written by
another hand, probably that of Rippon. Some of
the alterations are inconsequential; most of them
make toward betterment of the poem as a hymn.
For example, the stanza,</p>
<verse id="d6-p80.1">
<l id="d6-p80.2">Let every kindred, every tribe,</l>
<l id="d6-p80.3">On this terrestrial ball,</l>
<l id="d6-p80.4">To him all majesty ascribe,</l>
<l id="d6-p80.5">And crown him Lord of all,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p81">originally read,</p>
<verse id="d6-p81.1">
<l id="d6-p81.2">Let ev’ry tribe and ev’ry tongue,</l>
<l id="d6-p81.3">Throughout this earthly ball,</l>
<l id="d6-p81.4">Unite in one harmonious song,</l>
<l id="d6-p81.5">And crown him Lord of all.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p82">Artistic omission was exercised in the case of these
two stanzas:</p>
<verse id="d6-p82.1">
<l id="d6-p82.2">Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre,</l>
<l id="d6-p82.3">And as they tune it, fall</l>
<pb n="196" id="d6-Page_196" />
<l id="d6-p82.4">Before his face who tunes their choir,</l>
<l id="d6-p82.5">And crown him Lord of all.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p82.6">
<l id="d6-p82.7">Hail him, ye heirs of David’s line,</l>
<l id="d6-p82.8">Whom David Lord did call;</l>
<l id="d6-p82.9">The God incarnate, man Divine,</l>
<l id="d6-p82.10">And crown him Lord of all.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p83">John Wesley had a stout theological opponent in
Augustus Toplady. Since the time when St. Peter
and St. Paul disagreed so hotly, Christian leaders
have found it necessary not only to fight the world,
the flesh, and the devil, but sometimes to fight one
another. A stubborn controversy between these
brother priests of the Church of England over the
doctrine of election, in which they disputed with remarkable
heat, seems partly to have fired the emotion
that blazed out in one of the greatest hymns of
the world, “Rock of Ages.” Toplady had published
a hymn beginning with these words:</p>
<verse id="d6-p83.1">
<l id="d6-p83.2">My name from the palm of his hand</l>
<l id="d6-p83.3">Eternity cannot erase.</l>
<l id="d6-p83.4">Impressed on his heart it remains</l>
<l id="d6-p83.5">In marks of indelible grace:</l>
<l id="d6-p83.6">Yes! I to the end shall endure</l>
<l id="d6-p83.7">As sure as the earnest is given;</l>
<l id="d6-p83.8">More happy, but not more secure</l>
<l id="d6-p83.9">The glorified spirits of heaven.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p84">Wesley called him “a vain boaster,” and the two
exchanged a good deal of argument peppered with
invective. In his “Gospel Magazine,” March, 1776,
<pb n="197" id="d6-Page_197" />
Toplady published an essay against the Arminians.
Comparing the “debt of sin” to the national debt,
he showed how that “at ten years old, each of us is
chargeable with 315 millions, and 36 thousand sins—,
at <i>twenty</i> with 630 millions, and 720 thousand . . .
At <i>eighty</i> with 2522 millions and 880 thousand.”
“When,” continues the writer, “shall <i>We</i> be able to
pay off this debt? Never.” Then follows a heated
passage, at the end of which is a poem entitled “A
<i>Living</i> and <i>Dying</i> Prayer for the <span class="sc" id="d6-p84.1">Holiest</span> Believer
in the world”:</p>
<verse id="d6-p84.2">
<l id="d6-p84.3">Rock of ages, cleft for me,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.4">Let me hide myself in thee.</l>
<l id="d6-p84.5">Let the water and the blood,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.6">From thy wounded side which flowed,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.7">Be of sin the double cure,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.8">Save from wrath and make me pure.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p84.9">
<l id="d6-p84.10">Could my tears forever flow,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.11">Could my zeal no languor know,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.12">These for sin could not atone;</l>
<l id="d6-p84.13">Thou must save, and thou alone.</l>
<l id="d6-p84.14">In my hand no price I bring;</l>
<l id="d6-p84.15">Simply to the cross I cling.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p84.16">
<l id="d6-p84.17">While I draw this fleeting breath,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.18">When my eyes are closed in death,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.19">When I rise to worlds unknown,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.20">And behold thee on thy throne,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.21">Rock of ages, cleft for me,</l>
<l id="d6-p84.22">Let me hide myself in thee.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="198" id="d6-Page_198" />
<p id="d6-p85">It is a grand hymn; there are few poems more generally
familiar and more treasured in the affections
of the people than this. For example, ten thousand
people and more according to press accounts gathered
lately on the wild hillside where tradition says
the poem was written, to celebrate the memory of
the author. The fact that the Prince Consort Albert
repeated the hymn as he died helped of course
to spread its fame over the British Empire; but that
is only a detail of its history, a symbol of its hold
upon the world.</p>
<p id="d6-p86">It is notable, and yet, as one considers it, not
strange, that among the very few hymns that take
rank with this one, three others, namely, “Jesus,
Lover of My Soul,” “Lead Kindly Light,” and
“Nearer My God to Thee,” have precisely the same
theme, and are built on the same pattern and in the
same poetic mood. Each opens with the cry of the
soul for divine help; each reiterates the idea of human
insufficiency; and each closes with a gleam of
exaltation. Wesley’s hymn closes:</p>
<verse id="d6-p86.1">
<l id="d6-p86.2">Spring thou up within my heart,</l>
<l id="d6-p86.3">Rise to all eternity.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p87">That of Mrs. Adams:</p>
<verse id="d6-p87.1">
<l id="d6-p87.2">Or if on joyful wing,</l>
<l id="d6-p87.3">Cleaving the sky,</l>
<l id="d6-p87.4">Sun, moon and stars forgot,</l>
<l id="d6-p87.5">Upwards I fly,</l>
<l id="d6-p87.6">Still all my songs shall be</l>
<pb n="199" id="d6-Page_199" />
<l id="d6-p87.7">Nearer, my God, to thee,</l>
<l id="d6-p87.8">Nearer to thee!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p88">And that of Newman:</p>
<verse id="d6-p88.1">
<l id="d6-p88.2">And with the morn, those angel faces smile</l>
<l id="d6-p88.3">Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p89">It is illuminating in the study of poetry to read
“Rock of Ages” in its original setting and to see
how the cold and storm of Toplady’s hard disputation
changes to lyric fair weather with the first
line of the hymn; the title with its ironic thrust at
theological antagonists, even though its fervor almost
raises it to the plane of poetry, is bitter, and
does not accord with the lyric sweetness of the hymn.
It belongs clearly to the prose discourse, and has
therefore been dropped.</p>
<p id="d6-p90">It may be noted here that most of the titles given
hymns by their authors have been dropped as not
belonging to the lyric; the hymns are almost invariably
known by the first line, or part of the first line.
Wesley’s “Depths of Mercy” was entitled “After a
Relapse into Sin”; “Jesu the Name High over All”
was headed “After Preaching in a Church”; “Come
O Thou Traveller Unknown” was “Wrestling Jacob”;
“Lo on a Narrow Neck of Land” was “An
Hymn for Seriousness.” Addison’s title for “The
Spacious Firmament on High” was “The Right
Means to Strengthen Faith.” None of the three
titles remain which Newman gave in succession to
“Lead Kindly Light.” Toplady’s “If on a Quiet
<pb n="200" id="d6-Page_200" />
Sea,” the only other hymn by which he is remembered,
he called “Weak Believers Encouraged”; he
later modified the title of his great hymn to “A
Living and Dying Prayer.”</p>
<p id="d6-p91">“Rock of Ages” has been subject to a great many
alterations. The text was rearranged with several
changes of phrase by Thomas Cotterill, for his “Selection
of Psalms and Hymns,” 1815. One obviously
necessary change was that of the second
line:</p>
<verse id="d6-p91.1">
<l id="d6-p91.2">When my eye-strings break in death.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p92">The best emendation is:</p>
<verse id="d6-p92.1">
<l id="d6-p92.2">When mine eyes shall close in death.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p93">Others are:</p>
<verse id="d6-p93.1">
<l id="d6-p93.2">When my eyelids close in death,</l>
<l id="d6-p93.3">When my heart-strings break in death,</l>
<l id="d6-p93.4">When my eyelids sink in death.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p94">The “Catholic Hymn Book”<note n="20" id="d6-p94.1">New York, 1876.</note>
alters the first line
to</p>
<verse id="d6-p94.2">
<l id="d6-p94.3">Rock of Ages, rent for me.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p95">The hymn did not become widely known for fifty
years after its publication. Now there are few
hymnals or collections of representative songs that
do not give it a place.</p>
<pb n="201" id="d6-Page_201" />
<p id="d6-p96">As a lyrical poem “Rock of Ages” will hold its
own compared with great lyrics of other types. Its
energy and color, its forceful and vivid figures, its
rhythm, its unity of thought and structure, sincerity,
harmony—all this reveals good art, that is, powerful
impulse under strict, wise discipline. Notice its
balance of austerity and fervor, of dignity and tenderness.
The images implying the immanence, the
permanence, and the majesty of God over the
stretches of time and place mingle in the same tense
lines with the most intimate personal appeal:</p>
<verse id="d6-p96.1">
<l id="d6-p96.2">When I soar through worlds unknown—</l>
<l id="d6-p96.3">See thee on thy judgment throne—</l>
<l id="d6-p96.4">Rock of Ages, cleft for me;</l>
<l id="d6-p96.5">Let me hide myself in thee.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p97">With all this, it is, to revert to the title, a living
prayer for the humblest sinner as well as for the
holiest believer.</p>
<p id="d6-p98">William Cowper, though he is the greatest of English
poets who have, to any large degree, devoted
their talent to writing hymns, is not the greatest
hymn-poet. The tone of the “Olney Hymns,” which
he and John Newton began in 1771 and published in
1779, is that of combined gloom, delicacy, and rapt
devotion. Cowper’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h1_3.html" id="d6-p98.1">O for a Closer Walk with God</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h3_48.html" id="d6-p98.2">Sometimes a Light Surprises</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h1_79.html" id="d6-p98.3">There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h3_15.html" id="d6-p98.4">God Moves in a Mysterious Way</a>”
are among his best hymns.
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h1_60.html" id="d6-p98.5">Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h1_46.html" id="d6-p98.6">How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h1_41.html" id="d6-p98.7">Amazing Grace! How Sweet the Sound</a>”;
<pb n="202" id="d6-Page_202" />
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h1_57.html" id="d6-p98.8">How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/newton/olneyhymns.h2_40.html" id="d6-p98.9">Safely through Another Week</a>”
are among Newton’s best. In writing these best
hymns Newton allowed his poetic gift to overrule his
poetic theory, which as stated in the preface was
that “the imagery and coloring of poetry if admitted
at all, should be admitted very sparingly.” His
theory was nearer to the plodding rimes of Sternhold
and Hopkins, his practice happily nearer to
the Psalms so full of color and imagery.</p>
<p id="d6-p99">The peculiar distrust of poetry by men like Newton
was partly due to their grim, stern traits of
character. But it was also partly due to perverse
traits of poetry in their day. Poetry had fallen in
with bad company; or rather bad company had fallen
in with poetry. Edward Young, the author of
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/young_e/night.html" id="d6-p99.1">Night Thoughts</a>,”
in his last poem, “Resignation,”
expresses the wish that poetry might find a
new and better theme:</p>
<verse id="d6-p99.2">
<l id="d6-p99.3">And in the age of gaudy guilt</l>
<l id="d6-p99.4">Gay folly’s flood restrain.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p100">He expresses a Wordsworthian idea that one office
of poetry is to inspire ideas which shall</p>
<verse id="d6-p100.1">
<l id="d6-p100.2">Amidst the storms of life support</l>
<l id="d6-p100.3">A calm, unshaken mind.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p101">Cowper in his “Table Talk” says that the poesy
of his day, instead of calling men to share “divine
delight,”</p>
<pb n="203" id="d6-Page_203" />
<verse id="d6-p101.1">
<l id="d6-p101.2">Distorted from its use and just design,</l>
<l id="d6-p101.3">To make the pitiful possessor shine,</l>
<l id="d6-p101.4">To purchase at the fool-frequented fair,</l>
<l id="d6-p101.5">Of vanity a wreath herself to wear</l>
<l id="d6-p101.6">Is profanation of the basest kind. . . .</l>
<l id="d6-p101.7">If flattery, folly, lust, employ the pen;</l>
<l id="d6-p101.8">If acrimony, slander, and abuse</l>
<l id="d6-p101.9">Give it a charge to blacken and traduce,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p102">if this, says Cowper, is the office of poetry we might
better cry:</p>
<verse id="d6-p102.1">
<l id="d6-p102.2">Hail Sternhold, then, and Hopkins hail!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p103">A man of the taste, culture, and rich imaginative
nature of Cowper must have thought the state of
England’s poetry then to be very low if he contemplated
renouncing it to return to Sternhold and
Hopkins for poetic example and theory.</p>
<verse id="d6-p103.1">
<l id="d6-p103.2">Pity Religion has so seldom found</l>
<l id="d6-p103.3">A skillful guide into poetic ground;</l>
<l id="d6-p103.4">The flowers would spring where’er she deigned to stray,</l>
<l id="d6-p103.5">And every muse attend her on her way;</l>
<l id="d6-p103.6">Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend</l>
<l id="d6-p103.7">And many a compliment politely penned;</l>
<l id="d6-p103.8">But unattired in that becoming vest</l>
<l id="d6-p103.9">Religion weaves for her, and half undrest,</l>
<l id="d6-p103.10">Stands in the desert shivering and forlorn,</l>
<l id="d6-p103.11">A wintry figure like a withered thorn.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p104">Cowper is not asserting here that poetry should
devote itself exclusively or chiefly to “sacred”
themes, using the word in its narrow sense. One
<pb n="204" id="d6-Page_204" />
might as well contend that all the masons and carpenters
should build only “sacred” buildings. But
he says:</p>
<verse id="d6-p104.1">
<l id="d6-p104.2">Satire has long since done his best; and curst</l>
<l id="d6-p104.3">And loathsome Ribaldry done his worst.</l>
<l id="d6-p104.4">Fancy has sported all her powers away</l>
<l id="d6-p104.5">In tales, in trifles, and in children’s play,</l>
<l id="d6-p104.6">It is the sad complaint, and almost true,</l>
<l id="d6-p104.7">Whate’er we write we bring forth nothing new.</l>
<l id="d6-p104.8">’Twere new indeed to have a bard, on fire,</l>
<l id="d6-p104.9">Touched with a coal from heaven, assume the lyre.</l>
<l id="d6-p104.10">And tell the world still kindling as he sung,</l>
<l id="d6-p104.11">With more than mortal music on his tongue,</l>
<l id="d6-p104.12">That He who dies below, and reigns above</l>
<l id="d6-p104.13">Inspires the song, and that his name is Love.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p105">These lines are a definite plea for a kind of song
that we call a hymn. It expresses a desire that had
been stirring among the poets as well as among
common people for a lively spontaneous lyrical expression
of religious faith and aspiration. The
greater poets had felt the stirring.</p>
<p id="d6-p106">Even Dryden had turned the “Te Deum” into
heroic couplets, thus bringing this and other Latin
hymns into the poetic form of his day. Pope had
placed at the end of his “Essay on Man” “A Universal
Prayer,” which was almost a hymn.</p>
<p id="d6-p107">The first stanza, for example, is hymnal:</p>
<verse id="d6-p107.1">
<l id="d6-p107.2">Father of all, in every age</l>
<l id="d6-p107.3">In every clime adored</l>
<l id="d6-p107.4">By saint, by savage and by sage,</l>
<l id="d6-p107.5">Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!</l>
</verse>
<pb n="205" id="d6-Page_205" />
<p id="d6-p108">But the following stanza is not good hymnody,
though it may be good poetry and is good Christianity:</p>
<verse id="d6-p108.1">
<l id="d6-p108.2">Let not this weak unknowing hand</l>
<l id="d6-p108.3">Presume thy bolts to throw</l>
<l id="d6-p108.4">And deal damnation round the land</l>
<l id="d6-p108.5">On each I judge thy foe.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p109">If the last two lines of this stanza are lyric, they are
not hymnologically lyric. “Damnation” is not quite
a hymn word. It is hard to imagine any situation
in which “deal damnation round the land”
could be appropriately sung by a group of men,
women, and children gathered for worship.</p>
<p id="d6-p110">The following are good hymn lines, and show that
Pope might have been a notable hymnist:</p>
<verse id="d6-p110.1">
<l id="d6-p110.2">Teach me to feel another’s woe,</l>
<l id="d6-p110.3">To hide that fault I see.</l>
<l id="d6-p110.4">That mercy I to others show</l>
<l id="d6-p110.5">That mercy show to me.</l>
<l id="d6-p110.6">To thee whose temple is all space,</l>
<l id="d6-p110.7">Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!</l>
<l id="d6-p110.8">One chorus let all being raise,</l>
<l id="d6-p110.9">All nature incense rise!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p111">These lines show the stirring of English hymnody
among these larger poets.</p>
<p id="d6-p112">As Pope had ended his “Essay on Man” with a
lyrical religious summary, James Thomson closed
his “Seasons” with a “Hymn.” The first lines are:</p>
<pb n="206" id="d6-Page_206" />
<verse id="d6-p112.1">
<l id="d6-p112.2">These as they change, Almighty Father! these</l>
<l id="d6-p112.3">Are but the varied God. The rolling year</l>
<l id="d6-p112.4">Is full of thee.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p113">It is a noble poem, but it is not the type of poetry
that the hymn-book contains.</p>
<p id="d6-p114">Shenstone left no attempted hymns, but he found
sweetness even in the rugged Sternhold. In “The
Schoolmistress” he gives a picture of rural England
piety:</p>
<verse id="d6-p114.1">
<l id="d6-p114.2">Here oft the dame, on Sabbath’s decent eve</l>
<l id="d6-p114.3">Hymnèd such psalms as Sternhold forth did mete;</l>
<l id="d6-p114.4">If winter ’twere, she to her hearth did cleave,</l>
<l id="d6-p114.5">But in her garden found a summer seat;</l>
<l id="d6-p114.6">Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat</l>
<l id="d6-p114.7">How Israel’s sons . . .</l>
<l id="d6-p114.8">For she was just and friend to virtuous lore.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p115">Robert Burns later in his poetry pictures the
charm and force of hymns, though he never wrote
a very good one. His vivid picture of the Scottish
family gathered at the fireside singing the hymns of
Scotland shows that he loved these hymns; he believed
that</p>
<verse id="d6-p115.1">
<l id="d6-p115.2">From scenes like these old Scotia’s grandeur springs.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p116">The following quatrain, “On Taking Leave at a
Place in the Highlands,” may indicate, better than
pages of speculation about it, why he wrote no successful
hymns:</p>
<pb n="207" id="d6-Page_207" />
<verse id="d6-p116.1">
<l id="d6-p116.2">When death’s dark stream I ferry o’er,</l>
<l id="d6-p116.3">A time that surely shall come,</l>
<l id="d6-p116.4">In heaven itself, I’ll ask no more</l>
<l id="d6-p116.5">Than just a highland welcome.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p117">One refuses to believe that he did not find it; but
one sees that this lyric hope is not exalted enough,
or at any rate not highly enough expressed, for
sober folk to sing at kirk on the Sabbath day. Burns
was not a hymnist. His “Prayer on the Prospect of
Death” is an expression for one person only, not
for a group, as the first stanza will show:</p>
<verse id="d6-p117.1">
<l id="d6-p117.2">O thou unknown, Almighty cause</l>
<l id="d6-p117.3">Of all my hope and fear,</l>
<l id="d6-p117.4">In whose dread presence ere an hour</l>
<l id="d6-p117.5">Perhaps I must appear!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p118">Burns’s rendering of the
“<scripRef passage="Ps. 19" id="d6-p118.1" parsed="|Ps|19|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.19">Nineteenth Psalm</scripRef>”
is far inferior to Watts’s; as far inferior one might
say as Dr. Watts’s love poem, had he left one,
would have been to Burns’s “O My Luve’s Like a
Red, Red Rose”:</p>
<verse id="d6-p118.2">
<l id="d6-p118.3">O thou the first and greatest Friend</l>
<l id="d6-p118.4">Of all the human race!</l>
<l id="d6-p118.5">Whose strong right hand has ever been</l>
<l id="d6-p118.6">Their stay and dwelling place.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p119">Anne Steele, “Theodosia” (1716-79), is in point
of time the first woman writer of English hymns.
She was the daughter of a Baptist preacher. She
was never married, and she lived quietly all her days
in a quiet town. Her best hymn is:</p>
<pb n="208" id="d6-Page_208" />
<verse id="d6-p119.1">
<l id="d6-p119.2">Father, whate’er of earthly bliss</l>
<l id="d6-p119.3">Thy sovereign will denies,</l>
<l id="d6-p119.4">Accepted at the throne of grace</l>
<l id="d6-p119.5">Let this petition rise:</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p119.6">
<l id="d6-p119.7">Give me a calm and thankful heart,</l>
<l id="d6-p119.8">From every murmur free;</l>
<l id="d6-p119.9">The blessings of thy grace impart</l>
<l id="d6-p119.10">Which makes me live to thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p119.11">
<l id="d6-p119.12">Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,</l>
<l id="d6-p119.13">My life and death attend,</l>
<l id="d6-p119.14">Thy presence through my journey shine</l>
<l id="d6-p119.15">And crown my journey’s end.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p120">The “Sacred Songs” of Thomas Moore, published
in 1815, though they were written for hymns,
each being provided with an appropriate air, are
not hymns as the hymn-book understands the term.
The galloping meters and peculiar fancies are not
consonant with hymnody. There is among these
poems, however, one exception, though it was largely
revised before it could be said to fit the hymn type:</p>
<verse id="d6-p120.1">
<l id="d6-p120.2">Come, ye disconsolate, where’er you languish,</l>
<l id="d6-p120.3">Come at God’s altar, fervently kneel;</l>
<l id="d6-p120.4">Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;</l>
<l id="d6-p120.5">“Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p120.6">
<l id="d6-p120.7">Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,</l>
<l id="d6-p120.8">Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure,</l>
<l id="d6-p120.9">Here speaks the comforter, in God’s name saying—</l>
<l id="d6-p120.10">“Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.”</l>
</verse>
<pb n="209" id="d6-Page_209" />
<verse id="d6-p120.11">
<l id="d6-p120.12">Go ask the infidel what boon he brings us,</l>
<l id="d6-p120.13">What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,</l>
<l id="d6-p120.14">Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us</l>
<l id="d6-p120.15">“Earth hath no sorrow that God cannot heal.”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p121">Now, the type of verse called the hymn is as strict
as the sonnet in its requirements; only the requirements
are different and less tangible. This poem of
Moore’s as it stands does not meet them. Before
consulting the hymn-book, one may glance over
Moore’s original poem and mark certain changes
that the hymn-book is sure to demand before the
piece is admitted.</p>
<p id="d6-p122">The first line is good, magnificently good hymnody,
except for its grammatical discord. The
hymn book will choose between the archaic “ye”
and “you,” probably choosing the archaic form
changing “has” in the last line of each stanza to
“hath.” The first half of the second line scans too
roughly; one measure is lacking. The first line of
the third stanza is a challenge to an argument. And
while the great hymners, Chrysostom, Ambrose,
Thomas Aquinas, Luther, Watts, Wesley, Keble,
and the rest, have usually been ready enough to debate,
their hymns, being lyrical, have not been the
vehicle of argument. Good hymns do not argue.
Another fault with the last stanza—not so slight,
either, as it would at first appear—is that there is
no cesura readily apparent in the third line.</p>
<p id="d6-p123">The composition as a genuine hymn was first
published<note n="21" id="d6-p123.1">C. S. Nutter, “<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/nutter/hymnwriters.html" id="d6-p123.2">Hymns and Hymn-Writers</a>,” New York, 1911.</note>
in 1832 in a book entitled “Spiritual Songs
<pb n="210" id="d6-Page_210" />
for Social Worship,” with alterations, and with the
last stanza supplanted by a new one, probably written
by Thomas Hastings, who was one of the editors
of the book. In the first line “you” was changed
to “ye.” The second line now reads:</p>
<verse id="d6-p123.3">
<l id="d6-p123.4">Come to the mercy seat; fervently kneel.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p124">The second stanza was altered thus:</p>
<verse id="d6-p124.1">
<l id="d6-p124.2">Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,</l>
<l id="d6-p124.3">Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure;</l>
<l id="d6-p124.4">Here speaks the comforter, tenderly saying,</l>
<l id="d6-p124.5">“Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p125">The hymn closes with the supplied stanza:</p>
<verse id="d6-p125.1">
<l id="d6-p125.2">Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing</l>
<l id="d6-p125.3">Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;</l>
<l id="d6-p125.4">Come to the feast of love; come ever knowing</l>
<l id="d6-p125.5">Earth hath no sorrow but heaven can remove.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p126">“Hymns Ancient and Modern” and “The English
Hymnal,” both conservative about accepting
“amendments,” do not include this hymn probably
because it would, of course, not do without some
kind of amendment. Most of the American hymn-books
do include it, assigning its authorship jointly
to Moore and Hastings. In this I think the American
books are right. Hymns are, after all, partially
folk-poetry, and of so impersonal a nature that the
name of the author has not the significance that it
has in other poetry. Indeed, for a long time it was
not customary to indicate the names of authors in
<pb n="211" id="d6-Page_211" />
the hymn-books. In some of the best hymnals to-day
authors’ names are given only in indexes at the
back. The hymn-books generally have not considered
individual authorship so important as to prevent
some natural growth in an immature hymn, or
to cut away dead and crooked branches. “Come Ye
Disconsolate” is an example of an immature poem
growing by “folk-culture” into one of the first-rate
hymns of the language.</p>
<p id="d6-p127">In Byron’s book of songs, “Hebrew Melodies,”
published in 1815, with music, there is no true hymn.
“The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold”
was included in a few books of the middle of the
last century; but it is a spirited song of war rather
than of devotion. Neither of his renderings of the
Psalms is a good hymn. The better one begins:</p>
<verse id="d6-p127.1">
<l id="d6-p127.2">In the valley of waters we wept on that day</l>
<l id="d6-p127.3">When the host of the stranger made Salem his prey.</l>
<l id="d6-p127.4">And our heads on our bosoms droopingly lay,</l>
<l id="d6-p127.5">And our hearts were so full of the land far away.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p128">His most earnest and devout religious song contains
a single word that led to “numerous attacks
upon the noble author’s
religion”<note n="22" id="d6-p128.1">“The Works of Lord Byron,”
Vol. III, p. 383, note. Murray, London, 1900.</note>
and to a vigorous reply from the noble author. The troublesome
monosyllable was “if” in</p>
<verse id="d6-p128.2">
<l id="d6-p128.3">If that high world which lies beyond</l>
<l id="d6-p128.4">Our own, surviving Love endears;</l>
<pb n="212" id="d6-Page_212" />
<l id="d6-p128.5">If there the cherished heart be fond,</l>
<l id="d6-p128.6">The eye the same, except in tears—</l>
<l id="d6-p128.7">How welcome those untrodden spheres!</l>
<l id="d6-p128.8">How sweet this very hour to die!</l>
<l id="d6-p128.9">To soar from earth and find all fears,</l>
<l id="d6-p128.10">Lost in thy light—Eternity!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p128.11">
<l id="d6-p128.12">It must be so; ’tis not for self</l>
<l id="d6-p128.13">That we so tremble on the brink;</l>
<l id="d6-p128.14">The striving to o’erleap the gulf,</l>
<l id="d6-p128.15">Yet cling to being’s severing link.</l>
<l id="d6-p128.16">O that in future let us think</l>
<l id="d6-p128.17">To hold each heart the best that shares,</l>
<l id="d6-p128.18">With them the immortal waters drink,</l>
<l id="d6-p128.19">And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p129">However fine music Byron and his collaborators
might have set these lines to, and however many
hymn-books might have included them, one does not
have to know much about hymns to see that the involved
statement of this idea—“If what we say we
believe to be true is really so, how sweet it would be
to die right now!”—would not be sung as part of
the service of the church.</p>
<p id="d6-p130">This evident stir of the hymn sentiment among
the larger figures of the time was felt also among uncounted
humbler ones. There was a true democracy
in this realm of poetry. Any man under his own
vine and fig-tree could have his own harp. Hundreds—thousands—of
hymns found their way into
print; many more thousands were perhaps mercifully
not preserved. Most of the verses are of
<pb n="213" id="d6-Page_213" />
course not poetry but honest rimes carrying right
ideas and good sentiment. Among them all there
are a few superb hymns. William Williams, a devout
itinerant Welsh preacher, wrote many hymns;
one of them,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t14.h42.html" id="d6-p130.1">Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah</a>,”
still lives as his great contribution to the hymn-book.
Benjamin Beddome (1717-95), a leader of
the Baptists of England, wrote many hymns, 830 of
which were collected and published by his friends.
“Did Christ o’er Sinners Weep?” is perhaps the
best known of them. His song on reading the Bible
may not have the sweep of lyric wings, but it carries,
in noble and not inharmonious words, a most important
truth. If one reads these lines gravely he
may be surprised to see how rich in truth they grow
as he regards them more closely, considering the
meaning of the Bible in the history of civilization
as well as of individual lives:</p>
<verse id="d6-p130.2">
<l id="d6-p130.3">God, in the gospel of his Son,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.4">Makes his eternal counsels known:</l>
<l id="d6-p130.5">Where love in all its glory shines,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.6">And truth is drawn in fairest lines.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p130.7">
<l id="d6-p130.8">Here sinners of the humbler frame</l>
<l id="d6-p130.9">May taste his grace and learn his name;</l>
<l id="d6-p130.10">May read in characters of blood</l>
<l id="d6-p130.11">The wisdom, power, and grace of God.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p130.12">
<l id="d6-p130.13">The prisoner here may break his chain,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.14">The weary rest from all his pain,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.15">The captive feel his bondage cease,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.16">The mourner find the way of peace.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="214" id="d6-Page_214" />
<verse id="d6-p130.17">
<l id="d6-p130.18">Here faith reveals to mortal eyes</l>
<l id="d6-p130.19">A brighter world beyond the skies,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.20">Here shines the light which guides his way</l>
<l id="d6-p130.21">From earth to realms of perfect day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d6-p130.22">
<l id="d6-p130.23">O grant us grace, Almighty Lord,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.24">To read and mark thy holy word,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.25">Its truth with meekness to receive,</l>
<l id="d6-p130.26">And by its holy precepts live.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p131">John Byrom, a fellow in Trinity College, Oxford,
wrote a number of hymns, but one of which, “Christian,
Awake, Salute the Happy Morn,” survives.
In 1787 Dr. John Rippon published “A Selection of
Hymns from the Best Authors,” which contained a
new hymn signed with the initial
“K.”—“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t222.h212.html" id="d6-p131.1">How Firm a Foundation</a>.”
This exultant song of faith, one of
the great hymns of the eighteenth century, closes
with these words:</p>
<verse id="d6-p131.2">
<l id="d6-p131.3">The soul that on Jesus still leans for repose</l>
<l id="d6-p131.4">I will not, I will not desert to his foes;</l>
<l id="d6-p131.5">That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,</l>
<l id="d6-p131.6">I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d6-p132">These lively songs of the latter half of the eighteenth
century show a genuine hunger after righteousness;
they are joyful in the sense of the soul’s
freedom to reach toward heaven, and they are unshakably
certain of the infinite power and goodness
of God.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="VII. Bishop Heber and the Romantic Revival" prev="d6" next="d8" id="d7">
<pb n="215" id="d7-Page_215" />
<h2 id="c7">CHAPTER VII
<br /><span class="small" id="d7-p0.2">BISHOP HEBER AND THE ROMANTIC REVIVAL</span></h2>
<p id="d7-p1">A new period of English hymnody centers
around Reginald Heber, who with Watts and
Wesley stands in the succession of master writers
of hymns. Heber was guided by three ideas
in regard to the hymn, none of which was new, yet
the union of which was new and highly important.
The first idea was that of Bishop Ken and others,
and of course the medieval church, that the hymn
is liturgical and should follow and adapt itself to
the church calendar throughout the year; the second
idea was that of Watts, the Wesleys, and the Baptist
leaders that the hymn should follow and supplement
the sermon; the third idea, so urged by Addison,
was that the hymn should be a finished piece of
literary art. Heber strove to create and have
adopted by the Church of England not a psalm-book,
nor a psalm-and-hymn-book, but a hymnal to accompany
the Book of Common Prayer as a part of
the church service; he strove to create and collect a
body of hymns which should be of most practical
use to instruct and inspire the people and which at
the same time should be poems of high literary excellence.</p>
<p id="d7-p2">Reginald Heber was born at Malpas, Cheshire, in
<pb n="216" id="d7-Page_216" />
1783. His father was a minister of the Church of
England, a learned, well-to-do, devout man, a clergyman
of the type which all along has carried with
zealous good works a certain rich comeliness of
life. After a brilliant career at Oxford, Reginald
Heber spent fourteen more or less idyllic years at
Hodnet as a country squire, a country parson, and
a man of letters. During this period, with the advice
and contributions of Scott, Milman, and others,
he virtually finished his hymn-book. As Bishop of
Calcutta he left for India in 1823. He died in India
after three years of missionary work in which
he combined superbly the good qualities of the modern
administrative expert with those of old-time
saint. His book, “Hymns Written and Adapted for
the Weekly Church Service of the Year,” was never
officially adopted, though more than any other book
it brought hymn singing into the Established
Church. Further than that, it set a new standard
for the whole of English hymnody.</p>
<p id="d7-p3">And a standard was needed. The opening of the
century brought a wide-spread and, as has been
said, democratic publication and use of hymns.
Books were published not only in London but in
Southampton, Manchester, and other towns over
England as well as in America. There was a copious
output of original hymns by various authors,
in addition to collections of old and new hymns made
for various chapels, parishes, or individuals. Between
1800 and 1820 there were nearly fifty different
<pb n="217" id="d7-Page_217" />
hymn-books in use in the Church of England
alone; and yet the Church of England was still
largely of the mind that hymn singing was a Dissenting
innovation; the metrical Psalms were still in
use and regarded as standard.</p>
<p id="d7-p4">Indeed, during these years the growth of hymnody
had been so rapid and strong as to become disquieting
to many; earnest efforts were made to
limit it by church ordinances. The liberals, however,
and the group of religious revivalists that was
gathering at Oxford, instead of trying to restrict
and curb the hymn, began to improve it and to use
it powerfully for their purpose. Reactionary opposition
but served to raise more singing; and,
further, the wholesome competition for excellence
among the singing people contributed to a great
advance in English hymnody. In 1827 appeared
the great books of Heber and
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/keble" id="d7-p4.1">Keble</a>.
That of
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery" id="d7-p4.2">Montgomery</a>
had appeared two years before. Besides
the vigorous native hymnody, there was coming
in also a new wealth of translations.</p>
<p id="d7-p5">In the midst of all this development of hymnody,
it was Heber’s book that, more than any other, set
the standard. Heber maintains a higher literary
level than is maintained by any other author of a
large number of hymns. He brought some of the
strong intellectual and artistic influences of the time
into the hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d7-p6">Six of Heber’s most famous hymns may be mentioned,
each representing a different conception of
<pb n="218" id="d7-Page_218" />
hymnody and a different manifestation of the religious
spirit. Each is a masterpiece of its type.
They show the breadth of their author’s understanding
and sympathy; they indicate the intensity and
depth of his religion. “Brightest and Best of the
Sons of the Morning” is a calendar hymn for the
feast of the Epiphany, liturgical, glittering, stately;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t23.h85.html" id="d7-p6.1">The Son of God Goes Forth to War</a>” is a call of
churchly zeal, personal, evangelical, militant;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t36.h351.html" id="d7-p6.2">By Cool Siloam’s Shady Rill</a>”
is an exquisite nature
poem as well as an exquisite hymn;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t33.h336.html" id="d7-p6.3">Bread of the World in Mercy Broken</a>”
is a quiet communion
hymn full of pensive loveliness and warm reality of
faith; “From Greenland’s Icy Mountains” is a
hymn for foreign missions, immediately practical,
yet blithely, almost gaily, romantic; “Holy, Holy,
Holy, Lord God Almighty” is a hymn of grandeur,
sonorous, full of the pomp and circumstance of awful
worship.</p>
<p id="d7-p7">The style of the Epiphany hymn suggests the
“wealth of orient pearl and gold” as well as the
cool and lively freshness of morning:</p>
<verse id="d7-p7.1">
<l id="d7-p7.2">Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,</l>
<l id="d7-p7.3">Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;</l>
<l id="d7-p7.4">Star of the east, the horizon adorning,</l>
<l id="d7-p7.5">Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p7.6">
<l id="d7-p7.7">Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining;</l>
<l id="d7-p7.8">Low lies his head with the beast of the stall;</l>
<l id="d7-p7.9">Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,</l>
<l id="d7-p7.10">Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="219" id="d7-Page_219" />
<verse id="d7-p7.11">
<l id="d7-p7.12">Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,</l>
<l id="d7-p7.13">Odors of Edom and offerings divine?</l>
<l id="d7-p7.14">Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,</l>
<l id="d7-p7.15">Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p7.16">
<l id="d7-p7.17">Vainly we offer each ample oblation;</l>
<l id="d7-p7.18">Vainly with gifts would his favor secure;</l>
<l id="d7-p7.19">Richer by far is the heart’s adoration;</l>
<l id="d7-p7.20">Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p7.21">
<l id="d7-p7.22">Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,</l>
<l id="d7-p7.23">Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;</l>
<l id="d7-p7.24">Star of the east, the horizon adorning,</l>
<l id="d7-p7.25">Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p8">Notice the simplicity and beauty of this poem, its
clarity, its strength, and its finish. The style is
classical, Grecian. The lyric supports its burden
of mood and idea with the lightness, the grace, and
the surety of the Corinthian column. But above
and beyond mere loveliness and strength of form
is the beauty and power of its faith: “Richer by
far is the heart’s adoration.”</p>
<p id="d7-p9">Notice the difference of movement, of feeling, and
of idea in the following lines; the mood is not so
much of worship as of energetic and enthusiastic
service:</p>
<verse id="d7-p9.1">
<l id="d7-p9.2">From Greenland’s icy mountains,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.3">From India’s coral strand;</l>
<l id="d7-p9.4">Where Afric’s sunny fountains</l>
<l id="d7-p9.5">Roll down their golden sand;</l>
<l id="d7-p9.6">From many an ancient river,</l>
<pb n="220" id="d7-Page_220" />
<l id="d7-p9.7">From many a palmy plain,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.8">They call us to deliver</l>
<l id="d7-p9.9">Their land from error’s chain.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p9.10">
<l id="d7-p9.11">What though the spicy breezes</l>
<l id="d7-p9.12">Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.13">Though every prospect pleases,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.14">And only man is vile?</l>
<l id="d7-p9.15">In vain with lavish kindness</l>
<l id="d7-p9.16">The gifts of God are strewn;</l>
<l id="d7-p9.17">The heathen in his blindness</l>
<l id="d7-p9.18">Bows down to wood and stone.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p9.19">
<l id="d7-p9.20">Shall we whose souls are lighted</l>
<l id="d7-p9.21">With wisdom from on high,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.22">Shall we to men benighted</l>
<l id="d7-p9.23">The lamp of life deny?</l>
<l id="d7-p9.24">Salvation, O Salvation!</l>
<l id="d7-p9.25">The joyful sound proclaim</l>
<l id="d7-p9.26">Till earth’s remotest nation</l>
<l id="d7-p9.27">Has learned Messiah’s name.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p9.28">
<l id="d7-p9.29">Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.30">And you, ye waters, roll,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.31">Till like a sea of glory,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.32">It spreads from pole to pole;</l>
<l id="d7-p9.33">Till o’er our ransomed nature</l>
<l id="d7-p9.34">The lamb for sinners slain,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.35">Redeemer, King, Creator,</l>
<l id="d7-p9.36">In bliss returns to reign.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p10">This hymn was composed by Heber almost impromptu
for a particular church service; impromptu,
that is, so far as actual composition was
<pb n="221" id="d7-Page_221" />
concerned. But expressions like this of course do
not come out of small experience and thought; behind
it rather is a devoted soul, rich experience,
deep loyalty to the church and her mission to the
world—loyalty that was to bring him to India later
to lay down his life.</p>
<p id="d7-p11">With a like readiness the musical setting of this
hymn was written; and with like quickness its fame
began to spread. A woman in Savannah, Georgia,
impressed by reading Heber’s hymns, requested a
young bank clerk who had gone to Georgia from
New England to write a tune for it. This was
Lowell Mason, who was to have so large an influence
in the music of the hymn-book and therefore in the
musical life of Christendom. Lowell Mason’s air
and this hymn seem now to be one and inseparable.</p>
<p id="d7-p12">“From Greenland’s Icy Mountains” is essentially
modern, “evangelical.” Its energy, its experimental
eagerness, its ardor for going into new lands,
its warm feeling of human kinship, its democratic
zeal for world-wide enlightenment and betterment,
its air of freedom, its lively faith—all belong to the
awakening spirit of the time.</p>
<p id="d7-p13">Compare with the foregoing lyrics this rolling
hymn of the temple, its grave, rich phrases, its
somber tone, its spirit of solemn adoration:</p>
<verse id="d7-p13.1">
<l id="d7-p13.2">Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!</l>
<l id="d7-p13.3">Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;</l>
<l id="d7-p13.4">Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty,</l>
<l id="d7-p13.5">God in three persons, blessèd Trinity.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="222" id="d7-Page_222" />
<verse id="d7-p13.6">
<l id="d7-p13.7">Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee,</l>
<l id="d7-p13.8">Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;</l>
<l id="d7-p13.9">Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,</l>
<l id="d7-p13.10">Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p13.11">
<l id="d7-p13.12">Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee,</l>
<l id="d7-p13.13">Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see;</l>
<l id="d7-p13.14">Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,</l>
<l id="d7-p13.15">Perfect in power, in love, and purity.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p13.16">
<l id="d7-p13.17">Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!</l>
<l id="d7-p13.18">All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea;</l>
<l id="d7-p13.19">Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty,</l>
<l id="d7-p13.20">God in Three Persons, blessèd Trinity!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p14">The lines suggest august cathedral heights and
spaces, the spirit of worship described in Milton’s
“At a Solemn Music,” or expressed in the Psalm,
“Lift up your heads, O ye gates.” Its spirit is
that of the Hebrew prophets approaching the Sovereign
God, that of the medieval worshiper of dread
Deity whom none might approach save through mediation
as of Virgin and saints. Yet it is one of the
hymns most often sung by the church to-day.</p>
<p id="d7-p15">Each of these poems is in its own way a fervent
and glowing expression of true religion. Each comes
from a spirit broad, tolerant, deep enough to express
for high and low and broad and narrow Christians a
common faith and aspiration. One hymn embodies
august contemplation of eternal verity; another,
glad enjoyment of immortal beauty become tangible
<pb n="223" id="d7-Page_223" />
and visible to man; another, the dynamic impulse
of human duty. They are not the work of a versifier
aiming to please various tastes; they are the expression,
harmonized and confident, of a rich life abundant
in its enjoyment of beauty, its perception of
truth, its loss of self in joyful service. This early
nineteenth-century bishop was moved by zeal like
Livingstone’s, and by ardor—less spectacular and
less wild—like Byron’s, to go out to a distant people
needing help and to give up his life in their behalf.
The lyrics of Heber suggest the English “complete
gentleman” after the order of Sir Philip Sidney.
Thackeray in “The Four Georges” describes Heber:</p>
<blockquote id="d7-p15.1">
<p id="d7-p16">The charming poet, the happy possessor of all sorts of
gifts and accomplishments—birth, wit, fame, high character,
competence—he was the beloved priest in his home
at Hodnet, counselling the people in their troubles, advising
them in their difficulties, kneeling often at their sick
beds at the hazard of his own life; where there was strife
the peacemaker, when there was want, the free giver.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d7-p17">After Watts, Wesley, and Heber, the next major
hymn-writer was a Scotsman of Irish descent,
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery" id="d7-p17.1">James Montgomery</a> (1771-1845),
who edited the “Sheffield
Iris,” a paper of revolutionary political tendencies.
Montgomery’s life was not calm; on account of his
publications he was lodged in jail for three terms
of six months each. Happily the last years of his
life were more placid; instead of prison sentences
and fines he was given a royal pension of two hundred
pounds a year.</p>
<pb n="224" id="d7-Page_224" />
<p id="d7-p18">There is a new development of the English hymn
in the verses of Montgomery. The reader is aware
in these hymns of the natural surroundings. He
sees English scenes and feels the breezes of the seasons
blowing; Montgomery is somewhat more at
home on the earth than are Watts and Wesley. He
did not believe either that</p>
<verse id="d7-p18.1">
<l id="d7-p18.2">This world’s a fleeting show</l>
<l id="d7-p18.3">For man’s illusion given,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p19">or that</p>
<verse id="d7-p19.1">
<l id="d7-p19.2">This world’s a wilderness of woe,</l>
<l id="d7-p19.3">This world is not my home,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p20">as Thomas Moore sang in his “Divine Hymns.”
Instead, Montgomery’s hymns contain lines like
these:</p>
<verse id="d7-p20.1">
<l id="d7-p20.2">The forests in their strength rejoice;</l>
<l id="d7-p20.3">Hark on the evening breeze,</l>
<l id="d7-p20.4">As once of old the Lord God’s voice</l>
<l id="d7-p20.5">Is heard among the trees.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p20.6">
<l id="d7-p20.7">His blessings fall in plenteous showers</l>
<l id="d7-p20.8">Upon the lap of earth</l>
<l id="d7-p20.9">That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers,</l>
<l id="d7-p20.10">And rings with infant mirth.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p20.11">
<l id="d7-p20.12">If God hath made this earth so fair,</l>
<l id="d7-p20.13">Where sin and death abound,</l>
<l id="d7-p20.14">How beautiful beyond compare</l>
<l id="d7-p20.15">Will Paradise be found.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="225" id="d7-Page_225" />
<p id="d7-p21">In the following lines one catches a glimpse of the
English country-side on a Sunday morning:</p>
<verse id="d7-p21.1">
<l id="d7-p21.2">Not by the brazen trumpet’s voice</l>
<l id="d7-p21.3">But the sweet skylark’s early lay,</l>
<l id="d7-p21.4">Our tribes are summoned to rejoice</l>
<l id="d7-p21.5">In God their Saviour on this day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p21.6">
<l id="d7-p21.7">Not to the battle field we throng,</l>
<l id="d7-p21.8">With deadly steel in murderous hands,</l>
<l id="d7-p21.9">But on the hill of peace the song</l>
<l id="d7-p21.10">Of triumph bursts from all our bands.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p22">“Sunshine” and “air” and “freedom” recur again
and again in his hymns. He writes much of happiness
of paradise, but fully as much about a happy,
truth-seeing, and justly dealing earth. His description
of the mission of Christ in the world makes an
attractive picture of the future of the human race:</p>
<verse id="d7-p22.1">
<l id="d7-p22.2">He comes to break oppression,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.3">To set the captive free;</l>
<l id="d7-p22.4">To take away transgression,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.5">And rule in equity.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p22.6">
<l id="d7-p22.7">He comes with succor speedy,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.8">To those who suffer wrong;</l>
<l id="d7-p22.9">To help the poor and needy</l>
<l id="d7-p22.10">And bid the weak be strong.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p22.11">
<l id="d7-p22.12">To give them songs for sighing,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.13">Their darkness turn to light,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.14">Whose souls, condemned and dying,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.15">Were precious in his sight.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="226" id="d7-Page_226" />
<verse id="d7-p22.16">
<l id="d7-p22.17">He shall come down like showers</l>
<l id="d7-p22.18">Upon the fruitful earth,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.19">And love, joy, hope, like flowers,</l>
<l id="d7-p22.20">Spring in his path to birth.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p22.21">
<l id="d7-p22.22">Before him on the mountains</l>
<l id="d7-p22.23">Shall peace the herald go—</l>
<l id="d7-p22.24">And righteousness in fountains</l>
<l id="d7-p22.25">From hill to valley flow.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p23">This hymn was written at a time when new impulses
of freedom were stirring the world, by a man
whose faith in liberty and truth had lodged him time
and again behind prison bars, and who no less devotedly
than his contemporaries, Shelley, Jefferson,
Adams, Burke, Franklin, Washington, and the
American “embattled farmers,” was battling to free
human life from the tyranny of common ignorance
and wrong-headedness as well as from that of stupid
and selfish authority. The reflection comes inevitably
that if the Christian theory and practice would
affect world politics and individual relations as the
hymn describes, human beings have been unfortunate
in not giving it a better trial, especially since
the opposite theory does not seem to work well. It
is easy to say now as it was then that these are lines
of a simple visionary. His idea, indeed, is cheerful—that
there will be a general enlightenment in the
world; that people shall know the truth, and the
truth shall make them free; that there will be less
of the law of the jungle among men; that men shall
do justly and love mercy and walk humbly with God
<pb n="227" id="d7-Page_227" />
in truth and might and love. This is the enthusiastic
teaching of Montgomery’s hymn. If these
verses are simple and commonplace, so is truth simple;
and so is the innate hunger of the human heart
a commonplace.</p>
<p id="d7-p24">Montgomery published in 1853 “Original Hymns,”
355 in number; of these the hymn-book has selected
about fifteen, thus ranking him as to number of good
hymns next to Wesley and Watts. Some of the individual
books with the number chosen from Montgomery’s
hymns are as follows:</p>
<table id="d7-p24.1"><tr id="d7-p24.2"><td id="d7-p24.3">“The Baptist Hymn Book” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.4">25</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.5"><td id="d7-p24.6">“The Common Service Book” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.7">14</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.8"><td id="d7-p24.9">“The English Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.10">10</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.11"><td id="d7-p24.12">“The Hymn and Tune Book” (Unitarian) </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.13">10</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.14"><td id="d7-p24.15">“Hymns Ancient and Modern” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.16">13</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.17"><td id="d7-p24.18">“Hymns of Worship and Service” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.19">14</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.20"><td id="d7-p24.21">“The Methodist Hymnal” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.22">19</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.23"><td id="d7-p24.24">“The New Hymnal” (Protestant Episcopal) </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.25">17</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.26"><td id="d7-p24.27">“The Oxford [University] Hymn Book” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.28">6</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.29"><td id="d7-p24.30">“The Union Hymnal” (Hebrew) </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.31">3</td></tr>
<tr id="d7-p24.32"><td id="d7-p24.33">“Hymns of the Living Church” </td><td class="jr" id="d7-p24.34">10</td></tr></table>
<p id="d7-p25">Among his best hymns are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery/sacredpoems.h129.html" id="d7-p25.1">According to Thy Gracious Word</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery/sacredpoems.h239.html" id="d7-p25.2">Angels from the Realms of Glory</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery/sacredpoems.h234.html" id="d7-p25.3">Forever with the Lord</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery/sacredpoems.h193.html" id="d7-p25.4">In the Hour of Trial</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery/sacredpoems.h214.html" id="d7-p25.5">O, Where Shall Rest be Found?</a>”
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/montgomery/sacredpoems.h062.html" id="d7-p25.6">Prayer Is the Soul’s Sincere Desire.</a>”
These are great songs of faith.</p>
<p id="d7-p26">In the year of the publication of Heber’s hymn-book
appeared another book that was to prove immensely
<pb n="228" id="d7-Page_228" />
popular and influential. This was John Keble’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/keble/year.html" id="d7-p26.1">Christian Year</a>.”
The book was a lyrical
prelude to the Oxford Movement. It quickly attained
an enormous popularity; Oxford undergraduates
rushed to buy it as did country squires, London
society folk, and the reading public throughout
the English-speaking world. Keble was called from
his obscure country parish to the professorship of
poetry at Oxford. At the time of his death in 1866
“The Christian Year” had passed through ninety-six
editions; his century esteemed him the greatest
of all English religious poets. And although he
does not rank in the hymn-book to-day as high as
Heber or Montgomery, he is still important and is
likely to maintain the hold he now has. His
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t310.h383.html" id="d7-p26.2">Voice That Breathed o’er Eden</a>”
is probably the most frequently sung of English marriage
hymns, and, next to Mrs. Gurney’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t310.h382.html" id="d7-p26.3">O Perfect Love, All Human Love Transcending</a>,”
the best. Keble’s wedding hymn
possesses what is a great advantage for a hymn, a
poetically attractive first line; Mrs. Gurney’s hymn
having an arresting first line, grows up with it,
whereas Keble’s hymn somewhat falls away.</p>
<p id="d7-p27">Keble is represented in the hymn-books of to-day
by an average of about four lyrics. His “Sun of
My Soul” is one of the most familiar and most beautiful
of the evening hymns. It is another composition
in which the hymners have taken a hand at making
perfect; but in this case the improvement has
been solely that of elimination. With practical
unanimity they have chosen six of Keble’s fourteen
<pb n="229" id="d7-Page_229" />
original stanzas, the third, seventh, eighth, and last
three; the result is a brief, systematic, logically
progressive, and complete lyric. The original, entitled
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/keble/year.iv.html" id="d7-p27.1">Evening</a>,” is the second poem in “The Christian
Year”:</p>
<verse id="d7-p27.2">
<l id="d7-p27.3">’Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.4">Fast fading from our wistful gaze;</l>
<l id="d7-p27.5">Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight</l>
<l id="d7-p27.6">The last faint pulse of quivering light.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.7">
<l id="d7-p27.8">In darkness and in weariness</l>
<l id="d7-p27.9">The traveller on his way must press;</l>
<l id="d7-p27.10">No gleam to watch, on tree or tower,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.11">Whiling away the lonesome hour.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.12">
<l id="d7-p27.13">Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.14">It is not night if Thou be near;</l>
<l id="d7-p27.15">O! may no earth-born cloud arise</l>
<l id="d7-p27.16">To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.17">
<l id="d7-p27.18">When round Thy wondrous works below</l>
<l id="d7-p27.19">My searching rapturous glance I throw</l>
<l id="d7-p27.20">Tracing Thy wisdom, power, and love,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.21">In earth or sky, in stream or grove;—</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.22">
<l id="d7-p27.23">Or by the light Thy words disclose,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.24">Watch time’s full river as it flows,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.25">Scanning Thy Gracious Providence</l>
<l id="d7-p27.26">Where not too deep for mortal sense:—</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.27">
<l id="d7-p27.28">When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.29">And all the flowers of life unfold;</l>
<pb n="230" id="d7-Page_230" />
<l id="d7-p27.30">Let not Thy heart within me burn,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.31">Except in all I Thee discern.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.32">
<l id="d7-p27.33">When the soft dews of kindly sleep</l>
<l id="d7-p27.34">My wearied eyelids gently steep,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.35">Be my last thought, how sweet to rest</l>
<l id="d7-p27.36">Forever on my Saviour’s breast!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.37">
<l id="d7-p27.38">Abide with me from morn till eve,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.39">For without Thee I cannot live!</l>
<l id="d7-p27.40">Abide with me when night is nigh,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.41">For without Thee I dare not die!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.42">
<l id="d7-p27.43">Thou framer of the light and dark,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.44">Steer through the tempest Thine own ark!</l>
<l id="d7-p27.45">Amid the howling wintry sea</l>
<l id="d7-p27.46">We are in port if we have Thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.47">
<l id="d7-p27.48">The rulers of this Christian land,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.49">’Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand,—</l>
<l id="d7-p27.50">Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright!</l>
<l id="d7-p27.51">Let all do all as in thy sight.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.52">
<l id="d7-p27.53">Oh by Thine own sad burthen, borne</l>
<l id="d7-p27.54">So meekly up the hill of scorn,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.55">Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.56">To bear as Thine, nor count it loss!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.57">
<l id="d7-p27.58">If some poor wandering child of Thine</l>
<l id="d7-p27.59">Have spurned to-day the choice divine;</l>
<l id="d7-p27.60">Now Lord, the gracious work begin;</l>
<l id="d7-p27.61">Let him no more lie down in sin!</l>
</verse>
<pb n="231" id="d7-Page_231" />
<verse id="d7-p27.62">
<l id="d7-p27.63">Watch by the sick, enrich the poor</l>
<l id="d7-p27.64">With blessings from Thy boundless store!</l>
<l id="d7-p27.65">Be every mourner’s sleep to-night</l>
<l id="d7-p27.66">Like infant’s slumbers, pure and light.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p27.67">
<l id="d7-p27.68">Come now and bless us while we wake,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.69">Ere through the world our course we take;</l>
<l id="d7-p27.70">Till in the ocean of Thy love,</l>
<l id="d7-p27.71">We lose ourselves in Heaven above!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p28">This hymn is such as Wordsworth might have
written had he been a country parson; he could not
have written a better one. Indeed, Keble’s hymn
has probably gone into wider fame and exerted
larger power than any single poem of Wordsworth’s.
“Sun of My Soul,” for its clear and sweetly flowing
lines, for its glow of poetic feeling, for its tense and
harmonious expression of the Christian graces of
faith, hope, and charity, is likely to live as long as
English hymns are sung.</p>
<p id="d7-p29">Another great hymnist of his time is Henry F.
Lyte (1793-1847), a graduate of Trinity College, Dublin,
and a country rector in Devonshire. In 1834 he published his
“Spirit of the Psalms,”
paraphrases written somewhat in the spirit of the romantic
poets; the book received slight attention compared
with that given the books of Montgomery,
Heber, and Keble. Yet his fame grew to be as secure
as theirs by virtue of a single song, “Abide
with Me.” This is one of the most tender, most
fervent, and most poetic of hymns.</p>
<pb n="232" id="d7-Page_232" />
<verse id="d7-p29.1">
<l id="d7-p29.2">Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide,</l>
<l id="d7-p29.3">The darkness deepens—Lord, with me abide!</l>
<l id="d7-p29.4">When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,</l>
<l id="d7-p29.5">Help of the helpless, O, abide with me!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p29.6">
<l id="d7-p29.7">Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.8">Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.9">Change and decay in all around I see;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.10">O thou who changest not, abide with me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p29.11">
<l id="d7-p29.12">I need thy presence every passing hour;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.13">What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?</l>
<l id="d7-p29.14">Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?</l>
<l id="d7-p29.15">Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p29.16">
<l id="d7-p29.17">I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.18">Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.19">Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?</l>
<l id="d7-p29.20">I triumph still, if thou abide with me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p29.21">
<l id="d7-p29.22">Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.23">Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.24">Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;</l>
<l id="d7-p29.25">In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p30">The simplicity and calm of this lyric reminds one
again of Wordsworth. It is a great consolation
song of Christianity. People in all sorts of trouble
have found relief through this song—its soft music,
its bloom of poetic beauty, its deep faith in the goodness
of God. It is a grand, strong hymn for souls
in trouble; it has added serenity and grace to the end
<pb n="233" id="d7-Page_233" />
of many a day; and it has been a sort of sublime
lullaby for many a weary body going into the sleep
of death.</p>
<p id="d7-p31">Legends have gathered around the great hymns
as they have gathered about the lives of certain
saints and sages. There seems to be no doubt as
to the truth of the romantic account of the writing
of Lyte’s famous hymn. In his later years he had
written a poem, “Declining Days,” containing these
lines:</p>
<verse id="d7-p31.1">
<l id="d7-p31.2">O thou whose touch can lend</l>
<l id="d7-p31.3">Life to the dead, thy quickening grace supply;</l>
<l id="d7-p31.4">And grant me swan-like, my last breath to spend</l>
<l id="d7-p31.5">In song that may not die.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p32">And it came about that one day after the celebration
of holy communion he bade his flock good-by;
in the evening from his bed he handed to some one
near a paper; a few moments later he was dead. On
the paper was found written this song that may not
die.</p>
<p id="d7-p33">Young John Henry Newman wrote “Lead, Kindly
Light” in the midst of great stress and struggle.
He was on a ship becalmed for a week in the Straits
of Bonifacio, yet in the midst of the fiercest storm.
He tells in the “Apologia pro Vita Sua,” Chapter
III, of the writing of the hymn. Physically ill, so
homesick that he sat on the bedside and wept, he
was going through intellectual and spiritual struggle
typical of the struggles going on in Europe.</p>
<pb n="234" id="d7-Page_234" />
<blockquote id="d7-p33.1">
<p id="d7-p34">I had fierce thoughts against the liberals. Great events
were happening at home and abroad which brought out
into form and passionate expression the various beliefs
which had so gradually been winning their way into my
mind. Shortly before, there had been a revolution in
France. . . . Again, the great Reform Agitation was going
on around me as I wrote.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d7-p35">The poem was published in “The British Magazine”
in 1834.</p>
<verse id="d7-p35.1">
<l id="d7-p35.2">Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,</l>
<l id="d7-p35.3">Lead thou me on!</l>
<l id="d7-p35.4">The night is dark and I am far from home;</l>
<l id="d7-p35.5">Lead thou me on!</l>
<l id="d7-p35.6">Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see</l>
<l id="d7-p35.7">The distant scene; one step enough for me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p35.8">
<l id="d7-p35.9">I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou</l>
<l id="d7-p35.10">Should’st lead me on;</l>
<l id="d7-p35.11">I loved to choose and see my path; but now</l>
<l id="d7-p35.12">Lead thou me on!</l>
<l id="d7-p35.13">I loved the garish day, and spite of fears,</l>
<l id="d7-p35.14">Pride ruled my will; remember not past years!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p35.15">
<l id="d7-p35.16">So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still</l>
<l id="d7-p35.17">Will lead me on</l>
<l id="d7-p35.18">O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till</l>
<l id="d7-p35.19">The night is gone,</l>
<l id="d7-p35.20">And with the morn those angel faces smile</l>
<l id="d7-p35.21">Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p36">This is one of the hymns that never needed any
kind of revision to fit it for the hymn-book. Three
<pb n="235" id="d7-Page_235" />
changes have been made, but only in the title: Newman
headed the poem first, “Faith—Heavenly
Leadings”; next, in “Lyra Apostolica,” “Unto the
Godly There Ariseth up a Light in the Darkness”;
then, in “Occasional Verses,” 1868, he called it
“The Pillar of Cloud.” This is another of the rare
songs that are perfect poetry and perfect hymnody.
The few “amendments” that have been attempted
serve but to show the futility of trying to better it.
One of these attempts reads:</p>
<verse id="d7-p36.1">
<l id="d7-p36.2">So long thy power hath blest me, <i>surely</i> still</l>
<l id="d7-p36.3">’Twill lead me on,</l>
<l id="d7-p36.4">Through dreary hours, through pain and sorrow, till</l>
<l id="d7-p36.5">The night is gone.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p37">This seems to be an effort to compel the hymn to
do what Dr. Johnson said hymnody must do, “reject
the image and colorings of poetic discourse.”
“Send kindly Light” is another curiously dull effort
at emendation.</p>
<p id="d7-p38">Cardinal Newman—he was of course a member of
the Church of England when he wrote “Lead, Kindly
Light”—did not write another remarkable hymn,
though a good portion of the hymn-book “Lyra
Apostolica” is made up of his hymns. Some of
these are moderately good verses; most of them but
emphasize the rarity and difficulty of the type. The
hymn CIII in “Lyra Apostolica” may be taken as
an example. It begins with the same image as his
great hymn. But observe how controversy has
driven out the spirit and breath of poetry:</p>
<pb n="236" id="d7-Page_236" />
<verse id="d7-p38.1">
<l id="d7-p38.2">Poor wanderers! yea, ye sore distrest</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.3">To find the path which Christ hath blest,</l>
<l id="d7-p38.4">Tracked by his saintly throng;</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.5">Each claims to trust his own weak will,</l>
<l id="d7-p38.6">Blind idol—so ye languish still,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.7">All wranglers and all wrong.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p38.8">
<l id="d7-p38.9">He saw of old, and met the need</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.10">Granting you prophets of your creed;</l>
<l id="d7-p38.11">And throes of fear to ’suage,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.12">They fenced the rich bequests He made</l>
<l id="d7-p38.13">And sacred bands have safe conveyed</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.14">Their charge from age to age.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p38.15">
<l id="d7-p38.16">Wanderers come home, when erring most</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.17">Christ’s Church aye kept the faith, nor lost</l>
<l id="d7-p38.18">One grain of holy truth;</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.19">She ne’er has erred as those ye trust</l>
<l id="d7-p38.20">And now shall lift her from the dust</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p38.21">And REIGN as in her youth!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p39">“Lead, Kindly Light,” serene, inspired poetry,
needs no words spelled in capitals nor exclamation
points at the end. And there is nothing of wrangling
in the religion of this hymn. Its mood of fervent,
humble prayer and the lyric charm of its words
and rhythms have carried this hymn to the heart of
Christendom. The difficulty of the half-line, “I
loved the garish day,” wherein is an unhappy figure
suggesting preference of a torch at night to
broad open day to travel by—this slight infelicity is
submerged like a stone in the brook by the full swift
<pb n="237" id="d7-Page_237" />
current of the poetry. The line describing the trials
and hardships of life by “moor and fen and crag
and torrent” is richly suggestive of the wild beauty
of old romance; and what a poetic imaging of this
troubled life! The last two lines are a triumph of
lyric art and at the same time of Christian hope.</p>
<p id="d7-p40">Henry Hart Milman, who had preceded Keble as
professor of poetry at Oxford, and who later became
one in the succession of famous deans of St.
Paul’s, wrote twelve hymns for Bishop Heber’s
book; two of these,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t212.h145.html" id="d7-p40.1">Ride On, Ride On in Majesty</a>,” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t312.h409.html" id="d7-p40.2">When Our Heads Are Bowed with Woe</a>,”
are still well known.</p>
<p id="d7-p41">Sir John Bowring, member of Parliament, editor
of the “Westminister Review,” sometime governor
of Hong Kong, famous scholar, published two volumes
of hymns, one in 1823, another in 1825. Two
of his hymns seem to be among the imperishable
poems of the language:
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t28.h106.html" id="d7-p41.1">Watchman, Tell Us of the Night</a>,” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t212.h152.html" id="d7-p41.2">In the Cross of Christ I Glory</a>.”
Bowring was a great progressive; he delighted in
the new intellectual awakening, and had strong faith
in the beneficence of scientific knowledge. In the
hymn “Upon the Gospel’s Sacred Page” he says:</p>
<verse id="d7-p41.3">
<l id="d7-p41.4">On mightier wing, in loftier flight,</l>
<l id="d7-p41.5">From year to year does knowledge soar.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p42">Yet he had no fear for religious truth.</p>
<verse id="d7-p42.1">
<l id="d7-p42.2">And as it soars, the Gospel light</l>
<l id="d7-p42.3">Becomes effulgent, more and more.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="238" id="d7-Page_238" />
<p id="d7-p43">To Bowring the rising doubts of his time were but a
dark background for the bright sureties of the Christian
religion. None of the old carols have surpassed
the following dramatic hymn in its atmosphere of
Christmas-night enchantment, and in lyric statement
of Christian hope:</p>
<verse id="d7-p43.1">
<l id="d7-p43.2">Watchman, tell us of the night,</l>
<l id="d7-p43.3">What its signs of promise are.</l>
<l id="d7-p43.4">Traveller, o’er yon mountain height</l>
<l id="d7-p43.5">See that glory-beaming star!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p43.6">
<l id="d7-p43.7">Watchman, does its beauteous ray</l>
<l id="d7-p43.8">Aught of joy or hope foretell?</l>
<l id="d7-p43.9">Traveller, yes: it brings the day,</l>
<l id="d7-p43.10">Promised day of Israel.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p43.11">
<l id="d7-p43.12">Watchman, tell us of the night;</l>
<l id="d7-p43.13">Higher, yet that star ascends.</l>
<l id="d7-p43.14">Traveller, blessedness and light,</l>
<l id="d7-p43.15">Peace and truth its course portends!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p43.16">
<l id="d7-p43.17">Watchman, will its beams alone</l>
<l id="d7-p43.18">Gild the spot that gave them birth?</l>
<l id="d7-p43.19">Traveller, ages are its own,</l>
<l id="d7-p43.20">See it bursts o’er all the earth!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p43.21">
<l id="d7-p43.22">Watchman, tell us of the night,</l>
<l id="d7-p43.23">For the morning seems to dawn.</l>
<l id="d7-p43.24">Traveller, darkness takes its flight;</l>
<l id="d7-p43.25">Doubt and terror are withdrawn.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p43.26">
<l id="d7-p43.27">Watchman, let thy wandering cease;</l>
<l id="d7-p43.28">Hie thee to thy quiet home!</l>
<l id="d7-p43.29">Traveller, lo, the Prince of Peace,</l>
<l id="d7-p43.30">Lo, the Son of God is come!</l>
</verse>
<pb n="239" id="d7-Page_239" />
<p id="d7-p44">James Edmeston (1791-1867) published, among
other volumes, “Sacred Lyrics,” 1821. Two of his
more than two thousand published hymns remain,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t225.h247.html" id="d7-p44.1">Lead Us, Heavenly Father, Lead Us</a>,” and the
more famous evening hymn:</p>
<verse id="d7-p44.2">
<l id="d7-p44.3">Saviour, breathe an evening blessing</l>
<l id="d7-p44.4">Ere repose our spirits seal;</l>
<l id="d7-p44.5">Sin and want we come confessing;</l>
<l id="d7-p44.6">Thou canst save and thou canst heal.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p44.7">
<l id="d7-p44.8"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p44.10">
<l id="d7-p44.11">Though destruction walk around us,</l>
<l id="d7-p44.12">Though the arrow near us fly,</l>
<l id="d7-p44.13">Angel guards from thee surround us.</l>
<l id="d7-p44.14">We are safe if thou art nigh.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p45">These are musical, sweet lines of confidence and repose
of spirit. The last stanza is a notable example
of Christian calm in the face of danger, and
exultation in the face of death.</p>
<p id="d7-p46">Oxford has had much to do with making the hymn-book.
Hugh Stowell, who went out to become
one of the most popular preachers of his time and
who was one of the most vigorous opponents of the
Tractarians, published the year after he left Oxford
his one great hymn,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t14.h32.html" id="d7-p46.1">From Every Stormy Wind That Blows</a>.”
With the full glow of the fervor of
true religion, this hymn combines a literary finish
that reaches finality. At the first words, it rises
into lyric flight as with free sweep of strong
wings.</p>
<pb n="240" id="d7-Page_240" />
<verse id="d7-p46.2">
<l id="d7-p46.3">From every stormy wind that blows,</l>
<l id="d7-p46.4">From every swelling tide of woes;</l>
<l id="d7-p46.5">There is a calm, a sure retreat:</l>
<l id="d7-p46.6">’Tis found beneath the mercy seat.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p46.7">
<l id="d7-p46.8">There is a place where Jesus sheds</l>
<l id="d7-p46.9">The oil of gladness on our heads;</l>
<l id="d7-p46.10">A place than all besides more sweet:</l>
<l id="d7-p46.11">It is the blood-bought mercy seat.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p46.12">
<l id="d7-p46.13">There is a scene where spirits blend,</l>
<l id="d7-p46.14">Where friend holds fellowship with friend:</l>
<l id="d7-p46.15">Though sundered far, by faith they meet</l>
<l id="d7-p46.16">Around one common mercy seat.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p46.17">
<l id="d7-p46.18">Ah! whither could we flee for aid,</l>
<l id="d7-p46.19">When tempted, desolate, dismayed;</l>
<l id="d7-p46.20">Or how the hosts of hell defeat,</l>
<l id="d7-p46.21">Had suffering saints no mercy seat?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p46.22">
<l id="d7-p46.23">There, there, on eagle wings we soar,</l>
<l id="d7-p46.24">Where time and sense seem all no more;</l>
<l id="d7-p46.25">And Heaven comes down our souls to greet,</l>
<l id="d7-p46.26">While glory crowns the mercy seat.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p47">The term “mercy seat” gives probably no definite
picture to most persons who read the poem; one feels
that it means the Source of Goodness: it is not necessary
to the effect of the hymn to visualize the tabernacle
ritual of the mercy seat. Many hymn-books
have unfortunately changed the line,</p>
<verse id="d7-p47.1">
<l id="d7-p47.2">Where time and sense seem all no more,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p48">to read,</p>
<pb n="241" id="d7-Page_241" />
<verse id="d7-p48.1">
<l id="d7-p48.2">And sin and sense molest no more.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p49">Perhaps the revisers did not like the use of “all,” a
word that Tennyson delights to use in similar
slightly oblique ways. Perhaps they desired to add
a touch of homily by the word “sin.” At any rate,
the revision will not stand. The thrilling abandon
of devotion in the last stanza, the grand triumph of
spirit over flesh, is too strong for some of the milder
books. It is the climax of Stowell’s poem and
should be kept:</p>
<verse id="d7-p49.1">
<l id="d7-p49.2">O may my hand forget her skill,</l>
<l id="d7-p49.3">My tongue be silent, stiff, and still,</l>
<l id="d7-p49.4">My bounding heart forget to beat,</l>
<l id="d7-p49.5">If I forget the mercy seat.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p50">The matter of literary sources in the study of hymns
is usually not difficult if one is familiar with the
Psalms. “If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand
forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue
cleave to the roof of my mouth,” is part of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 137" id="d7-p50.1" parsed="|Ps|137|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.137">137th Psalm</scripRef>. The idea of
the hymn is based on <scripRef id="d7-p50.2" passage="Exodus 25:21-22" parsed="|Exod|25|21|25|22" osisRef="Bible:Exod.25.21-Exod.25.22">Exodus 25:21-22</scripRef>:
“And thou shalt put the mercy seat above upon the ark;
and in the ark thou shalt put the testimony that I
shall give thee. And then I will meet with thee and
I will commune with thee above the mercy seat.”</p>
<p id="d7-p51">The hymn may be called good literary art; and it
is likely that some millions of persons have found it
a very adequate expression of religious faith and
hope.</p>
<p id="d7-p52">One imagines that English poetry, and the hymn-book
<pb n="242" id="d7-Page_242" />
in particular, must have suffered great loss by
the early, sad death of Henry Kirke White, who
wrote such hymnal lines as:</p>
<verse id="d7-p52.1">
<l id="d7-p52.2">Howl, winds of night, your force combine;</l>
<l id="d7-p52.3">Without his high behest</l>
<l id="d7-p52.4">Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,</l>
<l id="d7-p52.5">Disturb the sparrow’s nest.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p53">and:</p>
<verse id="d7-p53.1">
<l id="d7-p53.2">He yokes the whirlwind to his car</l>
<l id="d7-p53.3">And sweeps the howling skies,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p54">and the hymn “When Marshaled on the Nightly
Plain,” closing with the lines,</p>
<verse id="d7-p54.1">
<l id="d7-p54.2">For ever and forevermore,</l>
<l id="d7-p54.3">The Star, the Star of Bethlehem!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p55">and the more familiar hymn beginning,</p>
<verse id="d7-p55.1">
<l id="d7-p55.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t29.h116.html" id="d7-p55.3">Oft in danger, oft in woe.</a></l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p56">Sir Robert Grant (1785-1838), prominent in English
letters and politics, member of Parliament,
privy councilor, governor of Bombay, wrote many
hymns, two of which survive. Two stanzas from
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t226.h255.html" id="d7-p56.1">O Worship the King</a>”
show its high poetic imagination:</p>
<verse id="d7-p56.2">
<l id="d7-p56.3">Oh, tell of his might, oh, sing of his grace!</l>
<l id="d7-p56.4">Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space.</l>
<l id="d7-p56.5">His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,</l>
<l id="d7-p56.6">And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="243" id="d7-Page_243" />
<verse id="d7-p56.7">
<l id="d7-p56.8">Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?</l>
<l id="d7-p56.9">It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,</l>
<l id="d7-p56.10">It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,</l>
<l id="d7-p56.11">And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p57">His litany hymn,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t210.h130.html" id="d7-p57.1">Saviour, When in Dust to Thee</a>,”
is a poignantly beautiful expression of penitence
and adoration.</p>
<p id="d7-p58">One remembers that in the year 1830 an old order
was giving place to a new one. Byron and Keats
were dead; Scott died in 1832, Coleridge in 1834;
Shelley had been dead eight years—though his ideas
were being scattered, as by his plea and prophecy
in the “Ode to the West Wind”:</p>
<verse id="d7-p58.1">
<l id="d7-p58.2">Scatter as from an unextinguished hearth,</l>
<l id="d7-p58.3">Ashes and sparks, my words, among mankind.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p59">And a new spring was not far behind. Alfred
Tennyson published the “Lady of Shalott” volume
of poems in 1832; Browning published “Pauline”
in 1833; Carlyle wrote “Sartor Resartus” in 1831.
The Reform Bill was passed; the new scheme of public
education was forming; factories and railroads
were building. George Eliot, Matthew Arnold, and
Walt Whitman were in school. That women were
going to school is a notable fact that soon manifests
itself in the hymn-book. In 1830 Tennyson, Darwin,
Gladstone, Poe, Chopin, Oliver Wendell Holmes,
and Lincoln were all just twenty-one. Emerson
and Carlyle were discovering each other and the new
world of German thought. In 1833 slavery was
abolished in the British possessions. Emigrants
<pb n="244" id="d7-Page_244" />
were crowding westward. English social and industrial
life was breaking from its old shell, with
new wings—to be singed and smoked—but still,
wings. The Transcendental and Unitarian and
abolition movements were on in New England. The
Romanticists were hearing</p>
<verse id="d7-p59.1">
<l id="d7-p59.2">The still sad music of humanity,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p60">and the Realists were beginning to see and stress
humanity’s obviously cold and ugly aspects with a
view to betterment. Hopeful idealism, too, was
alive and active. New political ideas and new social
and religious questionings and affirmations were
stirring like wind in the trees. In the field of English
hymnody there was a new springtime. New
hymns, new collections, and new books of original
hymns grew and multiplied.</p>
<p id="d7-p61">A few of the hymns of the time, selected by the
suffrage of the hymnals of the present, reveal the
morning-time vigor and arousal. They show a
spirit of travail, of militancy and hope which has
always characterized times when hymn writing has
most flourished. Following are first lines of a few
hymns representative of the great number which
appeared:</p>
<verse id="d7-p61.1">
<l id="d7-p61.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t27.h95.html" id="d7-p61.3">Brightest and best of the sons of the morning;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.4"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t218.h185.html" id="d7-p61.5">Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.6"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t53.h476.html" id="d7-p61.7">From Greenland’s icy mountains;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.8"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t221.h205.html" id="d7-p61.9">Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.10"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t23.h85.html" id="d7-p61.11">The Son of God goes forth to war;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.12"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t212.h152.html" id="d7-p61.13">In the cross of Christ I glory;</a></l>
<pb n="245" id="d7-Page_245" />
<l id="d7-p61.14"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t28.h106.html" id="d7-p61.15">Watchman, tell us of the night;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.16"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t29.h112.html" id="d7-p61.17">Breast the wave, Christian;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.18"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t212.h145.html" id="d7-p61.19">Ride on, ride on in majesty;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.20"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t210.h128.html" id="d7-p61.21">Christian, seek not yet repose;</a></l>
<l id="d7-p61.22"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t53.h479.html" id="d7-p61.23">The morning light is breaking.</a></l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p62">“Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.”
These hymns and the others like them show
that with the industrial, political, scientific, and
philosophical arousal of the time there was new life
and vigor in the religion of the people. In the following
stanza from Henry Buckall’s translation
from the German of F. von Conitz (1700), three
things may be noted as to the trend of English
hymnody: (1) Oxford University is again a mainspring
of hymnody; (2) foreign influence is felt
anew; (3) the hymn takes new freedom of form, being
no longer confined to the long, common, and
short meters:</p>
<verse id="d7-p62.1">
<l id="d7-p62.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t11.h3.html" id="d7-p62.3">Come, my soul, thou must be waking,</a></l>
<l id="d7-p62.4">Now is breaking</l>
<l id="d7-p62.5">O’er the earth another day;</l>
<l id="d7-p62.6">Come to him who made this splendor,</l>
<l id="d7-p62.7">See thou render</l>
<l id="d7-p62.8">All thy feeble strength can pay.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p63">In America, too, the south winds were blowing,
and the sound of new hymns was heard in the land.
The first really standard hymn produced in America
had been published in 1800 by Timothy Dwight,
president of Yale College, in his edition and revision
of Watts’s Psalms:</p>
<pb n="246" id="d7-Page_246" />
<verse id="d7-p63.1">
<l id="d7-p63.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t31.h315.html" id="d7-p63.3">I love thy kingdom, Lord,</a></l>
<l id="d7-p63.4">The house of thine abode.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p64">It is a simple, strong melodious song of love for the
church. The fourth stanza may be quoted as an
example of what hymnal poetry ought to be. Its
high sincerity of devotion is like that of the saints
and martyrs. Its four simple lines move in stately
eloquence of description.</p>
<verse id="d7-p64.1">
<l id="d7-p64.2">Beyond my highest joy</l>
<l id="d7-p64.3">I prize her heavenly ways,</l>
<l id="d7-p64.4">Her sweet communion, solemn vows,</l>
<l id="d7-p64.5">Her hymns of love and praise.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p65">Another American hymn that may be placed in
the first rank was written in 1830 by a young school-teacher,
Ray Palmer, who had that year been graduated
from Yale. It grew out of a hard struggle of
discouragement, illness, and religious uncertainty.
Years later Palmer told of the writing of it. “There
was not the slightest thought,” he said, “of writing
for another eye, least of all writing a hymn for
Christian worship. I gave from what I felt by writing
the stanzas, with little effort. I recalled that I
wrote them with very tender emotion, and penned
the last stanza with tears.” The hymn begins:</p>
<verse id="d7-p65.1">
<l id="d7-p65.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t222.h211.html" id="d7-p65.3">My faith looks up to thee,</a></l>
<l id="d7-p65.4">Thou lamb of Calvary,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d7-p65.5">Saviour Divine:</l>
<l id="d7-p65.6">Now hear me while I pray,</l>
<l id="d7-p65.7">Take all my guilt away,</l>
<pb n="247" id="d7-Page_247" />
<l id="d7-p65.8">O let me from this day</l>
<l class="t2" id="d7-p65.9">Be wholly thine.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p66">In few strong words, like swift marching, it
speaks of life and death and immortality, and the
reach of the human soul toward God. Notice the
lyric power of the last stanza, its statement of the
transience of life, its somber picture of death, and
its glow of triumphant faith:</p>
<verse id="d7-p66.1">
<l id="d7-p66.2">When ends life’s transient dream,</l>
<l id="d7-p66.3">When death’s cold, sullen stream</l>
<l class="t2" id="d7-p66.4">Shall o’er me roll,</l>
<l id="d7-p66.5">Blest Saviour, then in love,</l>
<l id="d7-p66.6">Fear and distrust remove,</l>
<l id="d7-p66.7">O bear me safe above,</l>
<l class="t2" id="d7-p66.8">A ransomed soul.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p67">In 1820 appeared William Cullen Bryant’s
“Thou Whose Unmeasured Temple Stands,”
written for the dedication of a church. If the friendly warmth
and charity of these peaceful lines, and the sturdiness
of their faith, does animate the folk singing as
they dedicate their church, that church will likely
be a fountain of welfare among men and of glory to
God. Notice the hymn-book’s idea of the purpose
of a church in a community:</p>
<verse id="d7-p67.1">
<l id="d7-p67.2">May they who err be guided here</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p67.3">To find the better way;</l>
<l id="d7-p67.4">And they who mourn, and they who fear,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p67.5">Be strengthened as they pray.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p67.6">
<l id="d7-p67.7">May faith grow firm and love grow warm,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p67.8">And hallowed wishes rise;</l>
<pb n="248" id="d7-Page_248" />
<l id="d7-p67.9">While round these peaceful walls the storm</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p67.10">Of earth-born passion dies.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p68">Francis Scott Key wrote
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t4.t42.h429.html" id="d7-p68.1">The Star-Spangled Banner</a>”
in 1814 and the hymn,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t223.h233.html" id="d7-p68.2">Lord, with a Glowing Heart I’d Praise Thee</a>,”
in 1826. The hymn
has not the spontaneity and lyric fire of the splendid
if flamboyant war-song. “The Star-Spangled Banner”
is too martial a song to be the ultimate “national
anthem” of a peace-loving people; yet certain
editors, finding it to need an extra touch of
pugnacity, have changed an important word in the
last stanza,</p>
<verse id="d7-p68.3">
<l id="d7-p68.4">Then conquer we must, <i>when</i> our cause it is just,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p69">Key wrote it:</p>
<verse id="d7-p69.1">
<l id="d7-p69.2">Then conquer we must, <i>for</i> our cause it is just.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p70">George Washington Doane, Bishop of New Jersey,
published in 1834 his famous evening hymn, a
graceful lyric full of gentleness and piety:</p>
<verse id="d7-p70.1">
<l id="d7-p70.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t13.h19.html" id="d7-p70.3">Softly now the light of day</a></l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p70.4">Fades upon my sight away;</l>
<l id="d7-p70.5">Free from care, from labor free,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p70.6">Lord, I would commune with thee.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p71">He wrote also the militant evangelical hymn
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t53.h482.html" id="d7-p71.1">Fling Out the Banner</a>.”
Some books have felt it necessary
to modify the force of this hymn by changing
the words “Fling out the banner” to “Uplift the
banner.” They had better leave it as it is.</p>
<pb n="249" id="d7-Page_249" />
<verse id="d7-p71.2">
<l id="d7-p71.3">Fling out the banner! let it float</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p71.4">Skyward and seaward, high and wide:</l>
<l id="d7-p71.5">The sun shall light its shining folds,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p71.6">The cross on which the Saviour died.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p71.7">
<l id="d7-p71.8">Uplift the banner! Angels bend</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p71.9">In anxious silence o’er the sign,</l>
<l id="d7-p71.10">And vainly seek to comprehend</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p71.11">The wonder of the love divine.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p71.12">
<l id="d7-p71.13">Fling out the banner! Heathen lands</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p71.14">Shall see from far the glorious sight,</l>
<l id="d7-p71.15">And nations gathering at the call,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p71.16">Their spirits kindle in its light.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p72">The President of the United States from 1825 to
1829, John Quincy Adams, as has been mentioned,
was the author of a book of psalms and hymns.
One of Adams’s poems, first published in Boston in
January, 1807, carries the same central idea as
Henry Vaughan’s “Retreat,” and as Wordsworth’s
“Intimations of Immorality,” published the same
year. Stanzas of the poem follow:</p>
<verse id="d7-p72.1">
<l id="d7-p72.2">That inextinguishable beam</l>
<l id="d7-p72.3">With dust united at our birth,</l>
<l id="d7-p72.4">Sheds a more dim, discolored gleam,</l>
<l id="d7-p72.5">The more it lingers upon earth.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p72.6">
<l id="d7-p72.7">Closed in his dark abode of clay,</l>
<l id="d7-p72.8">The stream of glory faintly burns,</l>
<l id="d7-p72.9">Not unobscured the lurid ray</l>
<l id="d7-p72.10">To its own native fount returns.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="250" id="d7-Page_250" />
<verse id="d7-p72.11">
<l id="d7-p72.12">But when the Lord of mortal breath</l>
<l id="d7-p72.13">Decrees his bounty to resume,</l>
<l id="d7-p72.14">And points the silent shaft of death,</l>
<l id="d7-p72.15">Which speeds the infant to the tomb,—</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p72.16">
<l id="d7-p72.17">No passion fierce, no low desire,</l>
<l id="d7-p72.18">Has quenched the radiance of the flame;</l>
<l id="d7-p72.19">Back to its God the living fire</l>
<l id="d7-p72.20">Returns unsullied as it came.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p73">Two of the best of the Christmas hymns were
written by Edmund H. Sears, a Unitarian clergyman
of Massachusetts.
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t22.h84.html" id="d7-p73.1">Calm on the Listening Ear of Night</a>”
appeared in 1834;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t22.h79.html" id="d7-p73.2">It Came upon a Midnight Clear</a>”
was written fifteen years later.</p>
<verse id="d7-p73.3">
<l id="d7-p73.4">Calm on the listening ear of night</l>
<l id="d7-p73.5">Come Heaven’s melodious strains,</l>
<l id="d7-p73.6">Where wild Judea stretches far</l>
<l id="d7-p73.7">Her silver-mantled plains.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p73.8">
<l id="d7-p73.9">Celestial choirs from courts above</l>
<l id="d7-p73.10">Shed sacred glories there;</l>
<l id="d7-p73.11">And angels with their sparkling lyres</l>
<l id="d7-p73.12">Make music in the air.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p73.13">
<l id="d7-p73.14">The answering hills of Palestine</l>
<l id="d7-p73.15">Send back the great reply,</l>
<l id="d7-p73.16">And greet, from all their holy heights,</l>
<l id="d7-p73.17">The Day-spring from on high;</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p73.18">
<l id="d7-p73.19">O’er the blue depths of Galilee</l>
<l id="d7-p73.20">There comes a holier calm;</l>
<l id="d7-p73.21">And Sharon waves, in solemn praise</l>
<l id="d7-p73.22">Her silent groves of palm.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="251" id="d7-Page_251" />
<p id="d7-p74">These two stanzas may be taken as representative
of the new type of hymn which was gaining higher
and higher advancement in the citizenship of English
poetry. They approach the ideal which Heber
held for the hymn as finished poetry.</p>
<p id="d7-p75">The stanzas, too, may be taken as illustrative of
the new spirit of New England puritanism then rising
into song, a kind of song that is true artistry of
verse and at the same time most zealous and most
catholic Christian worship. The stanzas are indicative,
also, of intellectual and spiritual alertness
and vigor; the reader can hardly fail to be impressed
with their strong confidence and aggressiveness;
they show something of the fighting zeal of Byron
and Shelley, surging, however, with feeling not of
revolt but triumphant advance. Hymns written
around 1835 abound in such expressions as “Fight
the fight,” “Cast thy dream of ease away,” “The
hosts of hell defeat,” “There, there, on eagles’ wings
we soar,” “Run the race,” and “Lift thine eyes.”
One notices frequent spirited adjectives as “gleaming,”
“brightening,” “towering,” and “soaring.”</p>
<p id="d7-p76">The hymn about to be quoted is another American
one which reflects the spirit abroad in the world,
the flush of confidence and enthusiasm for the future
aroused by the new mastering of the materials and
forces of nature, and by new advances in politics,
and philosophy, and religion. These singers have
been thrilled by the railroad, the steamship, and
other momentous inventions; they have been moved
by Wordsworth’s impulsive sympathy for the poor,
<pb n="252" id="d7-Page_252" />
by the younger poet’s fierce rebellion against intellectual
and spiritual tyranny, and by such ideas as
young Tennyson’s, who</p>
<verse id="d7-p76.1">
<l id="d7-p76.2">. . . dipt into the future as far as human eye could see,</l>
<l id="d7-p76.3">Saw the vision of the world and all the wonders that would be.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p77">The idea of world-wide kinship and responsibility
was stirring in America, as well as in England. The
hymn of the young New England Baptist preacher,
Samuel F. Smith, is a significant Evangelical expression
of new hope for the world:</p>
<verse id="d7-p77.1">
<l id="d7-p77.2">The morning light is breaking,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.3">The darkness disappears;</l>
<l id="d7-p77.4">The sons of earth are waking</l>
<l id="d7-p77.5">To penitential tears;</l>
<l id="d7-p77.6">Each breeze that swells the ocean</l>
<l id="d7-p77.7">Brings tidings from afar,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.8">Of nations in commotion,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.9">Prepared for Zion’s war.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p77.10">
<l id="d7-p77.11">See heathen nations bending</l>
<l id="d7-p77.12">Before the God we love,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.13">And thousand hearts ascending</l>
<l id="d7-p77.14">In gratitude above;</l>
<l id="d7-p77.15">While sinners now confessing,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.16">The gospel call obey</l>
<l id="d7-p77.17">And seek the Saviour’s blessing,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.18">A nation in a day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p77.19">
<l id="d7-p77.20">Blest river of salvation,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.21">Pursue thy onward way;</l>
<pb n="253" id="d7-Page_253" />
<l id="d7-p77.22">Flow thou to every nation,</l>
<l id="d7-p77.23">Nor in thy richness stay;</l>
<l id="d7-p77.24">Stay not till all the lowly</l>
<l id="d7-p77.25">Triumphant reach their home;</l>
<l id="d7-p77.26">Stay not till all the holy</l>
<l id="d7-p77.27">Proclaim the Lord is come.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p78">In 1832 Smith published his famous hymn of liberty,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t4.t42.h427.html" id="d7-p78.1">My Country, ’Tis of Thee</a>.”
The world’s emergence into new emancipation of body and soul
needed such verse as this song of freedom. It is a
wholesome one for a free people to know by heart
and to sing with spirit and understanding. Notice
how recurrent in every stanza is the idea expressed
by “free,” “liberty,” “freedom.”</p>
<p id="d7-p79">With the Oxford Movement there was a dividing
of the ways for English hymnody: on the one hand,
a trend toward free range, toward new discoveries
of reality through personal experience, and a will to
be up and doing; on the other hand, a conservative
regard for the past and a distrust of new things.
The awakened interest in ancient liturgies naturally
brought the Latin hymns into prominence.
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/neale" id="d7-p79.1">John Mason Neale</a>
(1818-66), a young Cambridge scholar,
joined the Oxford Tractarians and devoted his life
thereafter largely to the study and translation of
Latin and Greek hymns. And he could hardly have
found a better way to help his cause. His translations
aroused great admiration for the newly discovered
ancient treasury, and new devotion to ancient
liturgies and doctrines.</p>
<pb n="254" id="d7-Page_254" />
<p id="d7-p80">Indeed, Neale and the group of which he was the
poetical leader gradually took the position that only
those hymns used of old times, or translations of
them, were proper or lawful for the church service.
This was the same position held by the partisans of
Sternhold and Hopkins, except that the latter had
wished to restrict hymnody to the Hebrew rather
than to the Greek or Latin originals.</p>
<p id="d7-p81">It will be seen how the ritual hymn turned its
face toward the acts and doctrines of the fathers,
to saints’ lives, and to holy days and seasons; how
the Evangelicals cried, “The morning light is breaking;
go labor on, spend and be spent”; and how the
hymn-book in the passing years has taken the best
poetry and the best religion of both sides and has
brought them into a holy catholic harmony.</p>
<p id="d7-p82">Frederick Faber represents in his hymns the
Roman Catholic and Neale the Anglican Catholic
element of the Oxford Movement. Faber was graduated
from Oxford in 1836; his completed “Hymns”
containing 150 pieces, was published in London in
1861. He says in the preface that he has been endeavoring
to do for English Catholicism what
Luther’s, Wesley’s, Cowper’s, and Newton’s and,
later, the Oxford writers’ hymns had done for Protestantism.
His best and most catholic hymns are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t224.h240.html" id="d7-p82.1">There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t222.h221.html" id="d7-p82.2">My God, How Wonderful Thou Art</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t212.h153.html" id="d7-p82.3">O, Come and Mourn with Me a While</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t4.t42.h441.html" id="d7-p82.4">Faith of Our Fathers! Living Still</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t243.h290.html" id="d7-p82.5">Hark, Hark, My Soul, Angelic Songs Are Swelling</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t215.h167.html" id="d7-p82.6">O Paradise, O Paradise</a>.”</p>
<pb n="255" id="d7-Page_255" />
<p id="d7-p83">The following hymn seems to represent the ideal
of practical plainness in hymnody that, as he says
at the outset, he is seeking to attain:</p>
<verse id="d7-p83.1">
<l id="d7-p83.2">O, it is hard to work for God,</l>
<l id="d7-p83.3">To rise and take the part,</l>
<l id="d7-p83.4">Upon this battlefield of earth</l>
<l id="d7-p83.5">And not sometimes lose heart!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p83.6">
<l id="d7-p83.7">He hides himself so wondrously,</l>
<l id="d7-p83.8">As though there were no God;</l>
<l id="d7-p83.9">He is least seen when all the powers</l>
<l id="d7-p83.10">Of ill are most abroad.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p83.11">
<l id="d7-p83.12">Or he deserts us in the hour</l>
<l id="d7-p83.13">The fight is all but lost,</l>
<l id="d7-p83.14">And seems to leave us to ourselves</l>
<l id="d7-p83.15">Just when we need him most.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p83.16">
<l id="d7-p83.17">It is not so, but so it looks;</l>
<l id="d7-p83.18">And we lose courage then;</l>
<l id="d7-p83.19">And doubts will come if God has kept</l>
<l id="d7-p83.20">His promises to men.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p83.21">
<l id="d7-p83.22">But right is right since God is God;</l>
<l id="d7-p83.23">And right the day must win;</l>
<l id="d7-p83.24">To doubt would be disloyalty,</l>
<l id="d7-p83.25">To falter would be sin.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p84">If one ask, Is this poetry? it may be replied, It
is homely, plain language in rime and measured
cadences intending to convey truth in such a way as
to encourage people to live just lives, and to inspire
<pb n="256" id="d7-Page_256" />
faith in God. The hymn-book accepts it as a moderate
hymn. Much of Faber’s hymn verse is simple
and practically good poetry. Some of his verse has
an unhappy touch of physical grossness. Even the
following childlike and tender address to the Deity
is too physical; and it is not quite true either logically
or artistically:</p>
<verse id="d7-p84.1">
<l id="d7-p84.2">I could not sleep unless Thy Hand</l>
<l id="d7-p84.3">Were underneath my head,</l>
<l id="d7-p84.4">That I might kiss it as I lay</l>
<l id="d7-p84.5">Wakeful upon my bed.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p85">Note how the following stanza has the same childlike
qualities without what is objectionable:</p>
<verse id="d7-p85.1">
<l id="d7-p85.2">I worship thee, sweet will of God,</l>
<l id="d7-p85.3">And all thy ways adore;</l>
<l id="d7-p85.4">And every day I live I seem</l>
<l id="d7-p85.5">To love thee more and more.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p86">The hymn-book has happily left out the indecorous
and has reserved the hymns of Faber that are pure
gold. Faber himself was an erratic judge as well
as writer of poetry. He burned his three-volume
Shelley and, he says, never regretted it. Francis
Thompson makes the remark that he should have
thrown some of his hymnody into the fire with it.
So might—and doubtless has—every poet destroyed
to advantage some lines. The hymns containing the
following verses have gone, with no loss to the
hymnal:</p>
<verse id="d7-p86.1">
<l id="d7-p86.2">I heard the wild beasts in the woods complain.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="257" id="d7-Page_257" />
<verse id="d7-p86.3">
<l id="d7-p86.4">Man’s scent the untamed creature scarce can bear</l>
<l id="d7-p86.5">As if his tainted blood defiled the air.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p86.6">
<l id="d7-p86.7">Labor itself is but a sorrowful song</l>
<l id="d7-p86.8">The protest of the weak against the strong.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p87">Faber’s “Pilgrims of the Night” is a hymn of deep
loveliness:</p>
<verse id="d7-p87.1">
<l id="d7-p87.2">Hark! hark! my soul! angelic songs are swelling</l>
<l id="d7-p87.3">O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore;</l>
<l id="d7-p87.4">How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling</l>
<l id="d7-p87.5">Of that new life where sin shall be no more.</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.6">Angels of Jesus,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.7">Angels of light,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.8">Singing to welcome</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.9">The pilgrims of the night!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p87.10">
<l id="d7-p87.11">Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,</l>
<l id="d7-p87.12">“Come weary souls, for Jesus bids you come”;</l>
<l id="d7-p87.13">And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,</l>
<l id="d7-p87.14">The music of the gospel leads us home.</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.15">Angels of Jesus,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.16">Angels of light,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.17">Singing to welcome</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.18">The pilgrims of the night.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p87.19">
<l id="d7-p87.20">Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,</l>
<l id="d7-p87.21">The voice of Jesus sounds o’er land and sea;</l>
<l id="d7-p87.22">And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,</l>
<l id="d7-p87.23">Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.24">Angels of Jesus,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.25">Angels of light,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.26">Singing to welcome</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.27">The pilgrims of the night.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="258" id="d7-Page_258" />
<verse id="d7-p87.28">
<l id="d7-p87.29">Angels sing on! your faithful watches keeping;</l>
<l id="d7-p87.30">Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;</l>
<l id="d7-p87.31">Till morning’s joy shall end the night of weeping</l>
<l id="d7-p87.32">And life’s long shadows break in cloudless love.</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.33">Angels of Jesus,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.34">Angels of light,</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.35">Singing to welcome</l>
<l class="t6" id="d7-p87.36">The pilgrims of the night.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p88">Two stanzas, one beginning, “Cheer up, my soul!”
and one containing the lines,</p>
<verse id="d7-p88.1">
<l id="d7-p88.2">God hides himself, and grace hath scarcely found us</l>
<l id="d7-p88.3">Ere death finds out his victims in the dark,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p89">have wisely been omitted. This is a hymn that “as
the bird, wings and sings.”</p>
<p id="d7-p90">Many, even most, of John Mason Neale’s large
number of translations issued around the middle
of the century read like scholarly exercises in translation;
they have not in them, somehow, the fire of
poetry. Full of ecclesiastical imagery and symbols
and briefly stated dogmas, they remind one of the
ordinary conventional church windows. This is not
saying that the church windows—and the verses—are
not earnest enough. But their colors are often
not rich, and the execution is often not very authentic.
The following is an example from a eucharistic
hymn:</p>
<verse id="d7-p90.1">
<l id="d7-p90.2">The Heav’nly WORD proceeding forth,</l>
<l id="d7-p90.3">Yet leaving not the FATHER’S side,</l>
<l id="d7-p90.4">Went forth unto his work on earth</l>
<l id="d7-p90.5">Until He reached life’s eventide.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="259" id="d7-Page_259" />
<verse id="d7-p90.6">
<l id="d7-p90.7">By false disciples to be given</l>
<l id="d7-p90.8">To foemen for his death athirst,</l>
<l id="d7-p90.9">Himself the Bread of Life from Heaven,</l>
<l id="d7-p90.10">He gave to his disciples first.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p90.11">
<l id="d7-p90.12"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p90.14">
<l id="d7-p90.15">By birth their fellow man must be;</l>
<l id="d7-p90.16">Their meat when sitting at the board;</l>
<l id="d7-p90.17">He died their Ransomer to be;</l>
<l id="d7-p90.18">He ever reigns their great reward.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p91">Such symbolic terms for Christ as “Key of the
house of David” and “Pelican of Mercy” are not
convincing to the English ear.</p>
<p id="d7-p92">Whatever the following may be in another language,
it is neither poetry nor hymnody in English:</p>
<verse id="d7-p92.1">
<l id="d7-p92.2">Him of the Father’s very essence,</l>
<l id="d7-p92.3">Begotten ere the world began,</l>
<l id="d7-p92.4">And in the latter time of Mary,</l>
<l id="d7-p92.5">Without a human sire, made man.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p92.6">
<l id="d7-p92.7">Unto Him, this glorious morn</l>
<l id="d7-p92.8">Be the strain outpoured!</l>
<l id="d7-p92.9">Thou that liftest up our horn,</l>
<l id="d7-p92.10">Holy art thou, Lord!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p92.11">
<l id="d7-p92.12"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p92.14">
<l id="d7-p92.15">The earthly Adam erewhile quickened;</l>
<l id="d7-p92.16">By the blest breath of God on high,</l>
<l id="d7-p92.17">Now made the victim of corruption,</l>
<l id="d7-p92.18">By woman’s guile betrayed to die.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="260" id="d7-Page_260" />
<verse id="d7-p92.19">
<l id="d7-p92.20">He deceived by woman’s part</l>
<l id="d7-p92.21">Supplication poured;</l>
<l id="d7-p92.22">Thou who in my nature art,</l>
<l id="d7-p92.23">Holy art thou, Lord.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p93">This shows the “liturgical” hymnody at the extreme
toward which it is in danger of going. But
the following translation shows what the hymnody of
the old time may have for the English hymn-book
with talented, devout, and scholarly men to translate
them; they are Neale’s masterpieces:</p>
<verse id="d7-p93.1">
<l id="d7-p93.2">Christian, dost thou see them</l>
<l id="d7-p93.3">On the holy ground,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.4">How the powers of darkness</l>
<l id="d7-p93.5">Rage thy steps around?</l>
<l id="d7-p93.6">Christian! up and smite them,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.7">Counting gain but loss,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.8">In the strength that cometh</l>
<l id="d7-p93.9">By the holy cross.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p93.10">
<l id="d7-p93.11">Christian, dost thou feel them,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.12">How they work within,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.13">Striving, tempting, luring,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.14">Goading into sin?</l>
<l id="d7-p93.15">Christian, never tremble;</l>
<l id="d7-p93.16">Never be downcast;</l>
<l id="d7-p93.17">Gird thee for the battle;</l>
<l id="d7-p93.18">Watch and pray and fast.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p93.19">
<l id="d7-p93.20">Christian, dost thou hear them,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.21">How they speak thee fair?</l>
<l id="d7-p93.22">“Always fast and vigil,</l>
<pb n="261" id="d7-Page_261" />
<l id="d7-p93.23">Always watch and prayer?”</l>
<l id="d7-p93.24">Christian! answer boldly:</l>
<l id="d7-p93.25">“While I breathe I pray!”</l>
<l id="d7-p93.26">Peace shall follow battle,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.27">Night shall end in day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p93.28">
<l id="d7-p93.29">“Well I know thy trouble,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.30">O my servant true;</l>
<l id="d7-p93.31">Thou art very weary,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.32">I was weary too,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.33">And that toil shall make thee</l>
<l id="d7-p93.34">Some day all mine own,</l>
<l id="d7-p93.35">And the end of sorrow</l>
<l id="d7-p93.36">Shall be near my throne.”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p94">Neale’s dramatic lyric, “Art Thou Weary, Art
Thou Languid?” is based upon an ancient Greek
Christian hymn; it is a vivid and powerful poem:</p>
<verse id="d7-p94.1">
<l id="d7-p94.2">Art thou weary, art thou languid,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.3">Art thou sore distressed?</l>
<l id="d7-p94.4">“Come to me,” saith One, “and coming,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.5">Be at rest.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p94.6">
<l id="d7-p94.7">Hath he marks to lead me to him</l>
<l id="d7-p94.8">If he be my guide?</l>
<l id="d7-p94.9">“In his feet and hands are wound-prints,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.10">And his side.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p94.11">
<l id="d7-p94.12">Is there diadem, as monarch,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.13">That his brow adorns?</l>
<l id="d7-p94.14">“Yea, a crown, in very surety,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.15">But of thorns.”</l>
</verse>
<pb n="262" id="d7-Page_262" />
<verse id="d7-p94.16">
<l id="d7-p94.17">If I find him, if I follow,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.18">What his guerdon here?</l>
<l id="d7-p94.19">“Many a sorrow, many a labor,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.20">Many a tear.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p94.21">
<l id="d7-p94.22">If I still hold closely to him,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.23">What hath he at last?</l>
<l id="d7-p94.24">“Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.25">Jordan passed.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p94.26">
<l id="d7-p94.27">If I ask him to receive me,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.28">Will he say me nay?</l>
<l id="d7-p94.29">“Not till earth and not till heaven</l>
<l id="d7-p94.30">Pass away.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p94.31">
<l id="d7-p94.32">Finding, following, keeping, struggling,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.33">Is he sure to bless?</l>
<l id="d7-p94.34">“Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs,</l>
<l id="d7-p94.35">Answer, ‘Yes.’”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p95">“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t56.h511.html" id="d7-p95.1">Jerusalem the Golden</a>”
is one of the three hymns taken from the long hymn “Gloria,
Laus et Honor” by Bernard of Cluny; the others are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t21.h69.html" id="d7-p95.2">Brief Life Is Here Our Portion</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t56.h512.html" id="d7-p95.3">For Thee, O Dear Country</a>.”
Either the first or last of these would likely
have made Neale a permanent place in the story
of English song.</p>
<p id="d7-p96">Edward Caswall, a graduate of Brasenose College,
Oxford, 1836, was like Faber a zealous disciple
of Newman. He entered the priesthood of
the Roman Catholic Church in 1850. He wrote and
<pb n="263" id="d7-Page_263" />
translated from the Latin and German about two
hundred hymns. His best contributions are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t31.h316.html" id="d7-p96.1">Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee</a>,”
from the Latin of Bernard of Clairvaux, and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t14.h37.html" id="d7-p96.2">When Morning Gilds the Skies</a>,”
from a German hymn of unknown authorship,
“Beim Frühen Morgenlicht,” published in
Wurzburg, 1828. It begins:</p>
<verse id="d7-p96.3">
<l id="d7-p96.4">When morning gilds the skies,</l>
<l id="d7-p96.5">My heart, awaking, cries,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p96.6">May Jesus Christ be praised!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p96.7">
<l id="d7-p96.8">Alike at work or prayer,</l>
<l id="d7-p96.9">To Jesus I repair,</l>
<l class="t" id="d7-p96.10">May Jesus Christ be praised!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p97">This hymn comes from Oxford University; Oxford
was a spring of hymnody, as was Harvard in
the United States. It is from the German.</p>
<p id="d7-p98">The romantic lore of German forest and castle,
as well as the revival in German philosophy, science,
theology, and poetry, influences English life and
letters. The religious song of pre-Reformation
Germany, fostered early by Notker and his followers,
and brought by Luther and those who followed
him into a luxuriant growth of splendid and powerful
popular hymnody, had first begun to be heard in
England through John Wesley and the Moravian
immigrants. Now, under the new impulses, English
hymnologists found much in the German to
<pb n="264" id="d7-Page_264" />
engage them. “There cannot be,” says Philip
Schaff, in Julian’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/julian_j" id="d7-p98.1">Dictionary of Hymnology</a>,”
“less than one hundred thousand published German
hymns, nearly one thousand of which are classical
and immortal.”</p>
<p id="d7-p99">Of all these hymns certainly the best known, if not
the best, is the “Ein Feste Burg” of Martin Luther.
It is translated and sung in practically all the languages
of the world. Julian’s “Dictionary” gives
a list of sixty translations in English alone. The
best two renderings are Thomas Carlyle’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/w/wesley/hymn/jwg08/jwg0856.html" id="d7-p99.1">A Safe Stronghold Our God Is Still</a>”
and Frederick H. Hedge’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t222.h213.html" id="d7-p99.2">A Mighty Fortress Is Our God</a>.”
In the English hymn-book, so far, that of Carlyle is the
favorite; in the American, that of Hedge. Both
renderings are picturesque and sturdy hymns. The
American version is really the better. The first
stanza of Carlyle’s version is as follows:</p>
<verse id="d7-p99.3">
<l id="d7-p99.4">A safe stronghold is our God still,</l>
<l id="d7-p99.5">A trusty shield and weapon;</l>
<l id="d7-p99.6">He’ll help us clear from all the ill</l>
<l id="d7-p99.7">That hath us now o’ertaken.</l>
<l id="d7-p99.8">The ancient prince of hell</l>
<l id="d7-p99.9">Hath risen with purpose fell;</l>
<l id="d7-p99.10">Strong mail of craft and power</l>
<l id="d7-p99.11">He weareth in this hour;</l>
<l id="d7-p99.12">On earth is not his fellow.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p100">Carlyle’s version was published in 1831; Hedge’s,
which follows below, in 1858:</p>
<pb n="265" id="d7-Page_265" />
<verse id="d7-p100.1">
<l id="d7-p100.2">A mighty fortress is our God,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.3">A bulwark never failing;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.4">Our helper he, amid the flood</l>
<l id="d7-p100.5">Of mortal ills prevailing.</l>
<l id="d7-p100.6">But still our ancient foe</l>
<l id="d7-p100.7">Doth seek to work us woe;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.8">His craft and power are great,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.9">And armed with cruel hate,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.10">On earth is not his equal.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p100.11">
<l id="d7-p100.12">Did we in our own strength confide,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.13">Our striving would be losing;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.14">Were not the right Man on our side,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.15">The Man of God’s own choosing,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.16">Dost ask who that may be?</l>
<l id="d7-p100.17">Christ Jesus, it is he;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.18">Lord Sabaoth is his name,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.19">From age to age the same,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.20">And he must win the battle.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p100.21">
<l id="d7-p100.22">And though this world, with devils filled,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.23">Should threaten to undo us,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.24">We will not fear, for God hath willed</l>
<l id="d7-p100.25">His truth to triumph through us.</l>
<l id="d7-p100.26">The prince of darkness grim—</l>
<l id="d7-p100.27">We tremble not for him;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.28">His rage we can endure,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.29">For lo, his doom is sure,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.30">One little word shall fell him.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p100.31">
<l id="d7-p100.32">That word above all earthly powers—</l>
<l id="d7-p100.33">No thanks to them—abideth;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.34">The spirit and the gifts are ours</l>
<l id="d7-p100.35">Through him who with us sideth.</l>
<pb n="266" id="d7-Page_266" />
<l id="d7-p100.36">Let goods and kindreds go,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.37">This mortal life also;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.38">The body they may kill;</l>
<l id="d7-p100.39">God’s truth abideth still,</l>
<l id="d7-p100.40">His kingdom is forever.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p101">This hymn has been like a flame and a cloud before
the people through the years since Luther wrote it.</p>
<p id="d7-p102">Another great German hymn which has come with
much spirit into the English hymn-book is “Versage
Nicht, Du Häuflein Klein,” translated,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/winkworth/lyra.H7.html" id="d7-p102.1">Fear Not, O Little Flock, the Foe</a>,”
by Catherine Winkworth.
The authorship of the original is uncertain. It has
been attributed to Gustavus Adolphus, who with his
army sang it at the battle of Lützen in 1631—triumphantly,
although the king himself was mortally
wounded in the battle.</p>
<p id="d7-p103">Eighty-four of the hymns of Paul Gerhardt
(1607-76) have found their way into standard English
hymn-books. An illuminating study has been
made by Professor Theodore Brown Hewitt of Gerhardt’s
part in the making of the present English
hymnal.<note n="23" id="d7-p103.1">“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/hewitt/gerhardt.html" id="d7-p103.2">Paul Gerhardt as a Hymn-Writer and His Influence on English Hymnody</a>,” Yale University, New Haven, 1918.</note>
Dr. Hewitt lists over three hundred translations
and adaptations from Gerhardt’s hymn.
Among these are:
“<a href="http://ccel.org/w/wesley/hymn/jwg08/jwg0831.html" id="d7-p103.3">Commit Thou All Thy Griefs</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/w/wesley/hymn/jwg08/jwg0831.html" id="d7-p103.4">Give to the Wind Thy Fears</a>,” by John Wesley;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/winkworth/life.h005.html" id="d7-p103.5">All My Heart This Night Rejoices</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/winkworth/lyra.h56.html" id="d7-p103.6">Since Jesus Is My Friend Here Can I Firmly Rest</a>,”
by Catherine Winkworth;
“How Shall I Receive Thee?” by A. T. Russell; and
<pb n="267" id="d7-Page_267" />
“<a href="http://ccel.org/a/anonymous/luth_hymnal/tlh172.htm" id="d7-p103.7">O Sacred Head Now Wounded</a>,”
by J. W. Alexander, of Virginia.
“Sacred Hymns from the German,” a volume of
translations by Francis E. Cox, published in 1841,
contained the well known Easter hymn, “Jesus
Lives,” “Jesus Lebt, mit Ihm auch Ich,” by Christian
Gellert (1715-69), and the hymn from Johann
Scheffler (1624-77) beginning:</p>
<verse id="d7-p103.8">
<l id="d7-p103.9">Earth hath nothing sweet or fair,</l>
<l id="d7-p103.10">Goodly form or beauties rare,</l>
<l id="d7-p103.11">But before my eyes they bring</l>
<l id="d7-p103.12">Christ, of beauty source and spring.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p104">From the volume of Richard Massie we have the
paraphrase, “I Know No Life Divided,” of Carl
Spitta’s hymn, “O Jesu Meine Sonne.”</p>
<p id="d7-p105"><a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/winkworth" id="d7-p105.1">Catherine Winkworth</a> (1829-78) brought out in
1855 the <a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/winkworth/lyra.html" id="d7-p105.2">first volume</a> of her series,
“Lyra Germanica.”
She has given several fine hymns to the English
hymn-book through these translations; besides
those mentioned already are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/winkworth/life.h078.html" id="d7-p105.3">Now Thank We All Our God</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/winkworth/life.h069.html" id="d7-p105.4">Gentle Shepherd, Thou Hast Stilled</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/winkworth/chorales.h170.html" id="d7-p105.5">Now God Be with Us, for the Night Is Closing</a>.”
The hymn of Joseph Mohr,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t7.t71.h546.html" id="d7-p105.6">Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht</a>,”
published in 1818 and translated
by Jane Campbell in 1863, has come to be one
of the favorites of English Christmas hymns.</p>
<p id="d7-p106">Two other notable translators of German hymns
were <a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/borthwick" id="d7-p106.1">Jane Borthwick</a> and her sister Sarah Borthwick
Findlater. They were born in Edinburgh.
They published in four series, beginning 1854,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/borthwick/hll.html" id="d7-p106.2">Hymns from the Land of Luther</a>.” The best one
<pb n="268" id="d7-Page_268" />
of these, according to the selective judgment of the
hymn-books, is that beginning,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/borthwick/hll.h020.html" id="d7-p106.3">My Jesus, as thou wilt</a>,”
from the original by B. Schmolke, “Mein Jesu,
Wie Du Willst,” written in 1704:</p>
<verse id="d7-p106.4">
<l id="d7-p106.5">My Jesus, as thou wilt!</l>
<l id="d7-p106.6">O may thy will be mine;</l>
<l id="d7-p106.7">Into thy hand of love</l>
<l id="d7-p106.8">I would my all resign.</l>
<l id="d7-p106.9">Through sorrow and through joy,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.10">Conduct me as thine own,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.11">And help me still to say,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.12">“My Lord, thy will be done.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p106.13">
<l id="d7-p106.14">My Jesus, as thou wilt;</l>
<l id="d7-p106.15">If needy here and poor,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.16">Give me the people’s bread,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.17">Their portion rich and sure:</l>
<l id="d7-p106.18">The manna of thy word</l>
<l id="d7-p106.19">Let my soul feed upon;</l>
<l id="d7-p106.20">And if all else should fail,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.21">My Lord, thy will be done.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p106.22">
<l id="d7-p106.23">My Jesus, as thou wilt,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.24">Though seen through many a tear,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.25">Let not my star of hope</l>
<l id="d7-p106.26">Grow dim or disappear;</l>
<l id="d7-p106.27">Since thou on earth hast wept</l>
<l id="d7-p106.28">And sorrowed oft alone,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.29">If I must weep with thee,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.30">My Lord, thy will be done.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p106.31">
<l id="d7-p106.32">My Jesus, as thou wilt;</l>
<l id="d7-p106.33">All shall be well with me;</l>
<pb n="269" id="d7-Page_269" />
<l id="d7-p106.34">Each changing future scene</l>
<l id="d7-p106.35">I gladly trust with thee.</l>
<l id="d7-p106.36">Straight to my home above,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.37">I travel calmly on,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.38">And sing in life or death,</l>
<l id="d7-p106.39">My Lord, thy will be done.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p107">A few extracts following indicate new elements of
hymnody brought in from the German:</p>
<verse id="d7-p107.1">
<l id="d7-p107.2">Fair is the meadow</l>
<l id="d7-p107.3">Fairer still the woodland</l>
<l id="d7-p107.4">Robed in the blooming garb of Spring.</l>
<l id="d7-p107.5">Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.6">Who makes the woeful heart to sing.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d7-p107.7"><i>Published</i> 1851. <i>Both author and translator unknown.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p107.8">
<l id="d7-p107.9">O Holy Ghost who brooded over the wave,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.10">Descend upon the child;</l>
<l id="d7-p107.11">Give him undying life, his spirit lave</l>
<l id="d7-p107.12">With waters undefiled;</l>
<l id="d7-p107.13">Grant him from earliest years to be</l>
<l id="d7-p107.14">Thy learner apt, a home for thee.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d7-p107.15"><i>Catherine Winkworth, from the German of Albert Knapp.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p107.16">
<l class="t5" id="d7-p107.17">Alleluya!</l>
<l id="d7-p107.18">The strain upraise of joy and praise,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.19">They through the fields of Paradise that roam,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.20">The blessed ones repeat through that bright home,</l>
<l class="t5" id="d7-p107.21">Alleluya!</l>
<l id="d7-p107.22">The planets glittering on their heavenly way,</l>
<pb n="270" id="d7-Page_270" />
<l id="d7-p107.23">The shining constellations join and say,</l>
<l class="t5" id="d7-p107.24">Alleluya!</l>
<l id="d7-p107.25">Ye clouds that onward sweep,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.26">Ye winds on pinions light,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.27">Ye thunders echoing loud and deep,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.28">Ye islands wildly bright,</l>
<l id="d7-p107.29">In sweet content unite,</l>
<l class="t5" id="d7-p107.30">Alleluya!</l>
<l class="lr" id="d7-p107.31"><i>J. M. Neale, from “The Sequence of Notker,” in the “English Hymnal,” No. 974.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p108">Two of the best and most poetical hymns of to-day,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t56.h514.html" id="d7-p108.1">Jerusalem, My Happy Home</a>” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t56.h510.html" id="d7-p108.2">O Mother Dear, Jerusalem</a>,”
did not come into the hymn-books
generally until the second quarter of the last century,
though they had been waiting in manuscript
since the sixteenth century, till there was a call for
them.</p>
<p id="d7-p109">The poem is printed in full in Julian’s
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/julian_j" id="d7-p109.1">Dictionary</a>,
page 580, from the manuscript in the British
Museum. The title is “A Song Made by F. B. P.
and to be Sung to the Tune of Diana.” Stanzas besides
the familiar ones in the two centos are:</p>
<verse id="d7-p109.2">
<l id="d7-p109.3">In thee noe sicknesse may be seene,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.4">Noe hurt, noe ache, nor sore,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.5">There is noe death, nor uglie devill,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.6">There is life forevermore.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.7">
<l id="d7-p109.8">Noe dampishe miste is seene in thee</l>
<l id="d7-p109.9">No cloud, nor darksome night.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.10">There everie soule shines as the sunne,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.11">There God himself giues light.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="271" id="d7-Page_271" />
<verse id="d7-p109.12">
<l id="d7-p109.13">Thy turrettes and thy pinacles</l>
<l id="d7-p109.14">With carbuncles doe shine.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.15">Thy verie streetes are paved with gould,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.16">Surpassinge cleare and fine.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.17">
<l id="d7-p109.18">Within thy gates nothinge doeth come</l>
<l id="d7-p109.19">That is not passing cleane.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.20">No spider’s web, no durt, noe dust</l>
<l id="d7-p109.21">No filthe may there be seene.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.22">
<l id="d7-p109.23"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.25">
<l id="d7-p109.26">We that are here in banishment</l>
<l id="d7-p109.27">Continuallie doe moane.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.28">We sigh and sobbe, we weepe and weale,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.29">Perpetually we groane.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.30">
<l id="d7-p109.31"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.33">
<l id="d7-p109.34">But there they live in such delight</l>
<l id="d7-p109.35">Such pleasures and such play</l>
<l id="d7-p109.36">As that to them a thousand yeares</l>
<l id="d7-p109.37">Doth seeme as yeaster day.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.38">
<l id="d7-p109.39">Thy viniardes and thy orchardes are</l>
<l id="d7-p109.40">Most beautifull and faire</l>
<l id="d7-p109.41">Full furnished with trees and fruits</l>
<l id="d7-p109.42">Most wonderful and rare.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.43">
<l id="d7-p109.44"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.46">
<l id="d7-p109.47">There is nectar and ambrosia made,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.48">There is muske and civette sweete.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.49">There manie a faire and daintie drugge</l>
<l id="d7-p109.50">Are trodden under feete.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="272" id="d7-Page_272" />
<verse id="d7-p109.51">
<l id="d7-p109.52">There cinamon and there sugar groes,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.53">There norde and balme abound.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.54">What tongue can tell or hart conceiue</l>
<l id="d7-p109.55">The ioies that there are found.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.56">
<l id="d7-p109.57">Quyt through the streetes with silver sound</l>
<l id="d7-p109.58">The flood of life doth flowe</l>
<l id="d7-p109.59">Upon whose banks on everie syde</l>
<l id="d7-p109.60">The wood of life doth growe.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.61">
<l id="d7-p109.62">There David standes with harp in hand</l>
<l id="d7-p109.63">As Maister of the Queere.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.64">Ten thousand times that man were blest</l>
<l id="d7-p109.65">That might his musieke hear.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.66">
<l id="d7-p109.67">Our Ladie sings magnificat</l>
<l id="d7-p109.68">With tune surpassinge sweete,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.69">And all the virgins beare their parts</l>
<l id="d7-p109.70">Sitting about her feete.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.71">
<l id="d7-p109.72">Te Deum doth Saint Ambrose singe,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.73">Sainte Augustine dothe the like.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.74">Ould Simeon and Zacharie</l>
<l id="d7-p109.75">Have not their songes to seke.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.76">
<l id="d7-p109.77">There Magdalene hath left her mone</l>
<l id="d7-p109.78">And cheerfullie doth singe</l>
<l id="d7-p109.79">With blessed saints whose harmonie</l>
<l id="d7-p109.80">In everie streete doth ringe.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p109.81">
<l id="d7-p109.82">Hierusalem my happie home,</l>
<l id="d7-p109.83">Would God I were in thee.</l>
<l id="d7-p109.84">Would God my woes were at an end</l>
<l id="d7-p109.85">Thy ioyes that I might see.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="273" id="d7-Page_273" />
<p id="d7-p110">A somewhat later version has this stanza:</p>
<verse id="d7-p110.1">
<l id="d7-p110.2">There be the prudent Prophets all,</l>
<l id="d7-p110.3">The apostles six and six;</l>
<l id="d7-p110.4">The glorious martyrs on a row</l>
<l id="d7-p110.5">And Confessors betwixt.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p111">The two hymns from this poem were especially
pleasing to persons of high church tendencies. Some
of the hymn-books have printed most of the stanzas,
including the “spider’s web” one. Nearly all the
hymn-books to-day include at least one hymn from
the poem.</p>
<p id="d7-p112">In a critical paper on “Hymns Ancient and Modern”
in “The Saturday Review” for February 2,
1901, Mr. F. H. Balfour condemns this sort of hymn
as being crassly materialistic and absurd. He
thinks that such lavish use of gold and jewelry
would make a city very glaring and unpleasant.
The idea of gold- and silver-winged angels is
illogical; the wings would not fold and unfold well,
and they would be too heavy to fly with. One can
hardly plead in defense of that phase of the hymn
without in turn being absurd. The author of the
hymn did not mean real gold. It is a figure of
speech for the idea of splendid and fortunate estate
and great happiness. Gold hair does not mean wire
hair. Shakspere’s “golden lads and girls” did not
mean metal creatures. Of course the figures of the
celestial city with walls of precious stones and gates
of single pearls show an Oriental and naïve lavishness
of imagination. But after all, gold is a conventional
<pb n="274" id="d7-Page_274" />
word for splendor; and the idea of the
hymn is to suggest even more richness than the
words imply. These materials, gold, palaces, and
jewels are among what Edmund Burke calls in his
treatise “On the Sublime and Beautiful,” section
vii, “those things in nature that raise love and astonishment
in us.” The names of these objects,
Burke says, by long association with abstract ideas,
such as, for example, ideas of splendor and happiness,
gain great power to call forth those ideas.
Further, if a number of such objects are named together
they have a cumulative power for expressing
the abstract idea. This section of Burke’s
theory of esthetics reads like a special vindication
of this poem. I do not see how a poet could even
contrive a figure of speech that was not radically of
material substance. If the figures of this poetry
suggest pawn-shops rather than supernal happiness,
there is little to be said. Poetry does not with
<i>Bottom the Weaver</i> stop to explain that the lion is
not really a lion and that golden wings are not really
gold.</p>
<p id="d7-p113">The charge against hymns of this kind that they
are world-weary, and that the singer of them is too
much occupied gazing toward the shade of the trees
to do his work in the Lord’s harvest field, is a more
thoughtful criticism.</p>
<p id="d7-p114">Since the beginning of the nineteenth century, the
hymn, having by that time defined itself as a distinct
type of English verse, has more and more come to
its place as a recognized literary form; and a large
<pb n="275" id="d7-Page_275" />
number of the more important poets have written
hymns. Not all of them have done so; not all of
them have had the strong religious impulse that is
primarily requisite; not all of them who have written
hymns had the gift of finding the phrase and verse
form that would express their crowding ideas and
emotions and that at the same time would observe
the severe restraints that the communal song of
worship commands.</p>
<p id="d7-p115">Shelley, like Burns, was swayed by emotions at
least kin to religion; Wordsworth was profoundly
religious. But their expression never took the true
hymn form, though each wrote hymnic verse after a
fashion. Shelley’s “Song for the Men of England”
is sung to-day with great feeling at meetings of political
and social radicals; but it cannot be called a
hymn. His “New National Anthem” beginning,</p>
<verse id="d7-p115.1">
<l id="d7-p115.2">God prosper, speed and save,</l>
<l id="d7-p115.3">God raise from England’s grave</l>
<l id="d7-p115.4">Her murdered Queen!</l>
<l id="d7-p115.5">Pave with swift victory</l>
<l id="d7-p115.6">The steps of liberty</l>
<l id="d7-p115.7">For Britain’s own to be</l>
<l id="d7-p115.8">Immortal Queen!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p116">is a spirited variation of “God Save the King.” Its
idea is much the same as that of a better known
version, “My Country, ’Tis of Thee.” The important
distinction is that Shelley’s song conceives liberty
as a sort of French Revolution goddess;
Smith’s, as a human quality. “America” closes
<pb n="276" id="d7-Page_276" />
with a devout prayer. Another variation of “God
Save the King” is in the hymn-book, “Come Thou
Almighty King,” a solemn and exalted hymn.</p>
<p id="d7-p117">Browning’s “Prospice” has been set to music, but
it is obviously not hymnal. His great death-song,
the “Epilogue to Asolando,” a mate to Tennyson’s
“Crossing the Bar,” is, broadly speaking, religious
in its assertion of individual and happy immortality
for the brave, the good, and the true; yet it is not
at all a churchly song. It is a cairn of heroic faith,
built of rough stones thrown together—words like
“fools” and “mawkish,” and phrases such as “forward!
back and breast as either should be” and
“cry, ‘Strive and thrive!’” Tennyson’s song compared
to it is like an altar of polished marble.</p>
<p id="d7-p118">In America, Emerson, Bryant, Longfellow, Whittier,
Holmes, Lowell, and Lanier all contributed to
the hymn-book. Poe wrote only some fragments of
hymns.</p>
<p id="d7-p119">Wordsworth, as has been said, is represented in
some of the hymn-books by one poem, which is called
“The Laborer’s Noonday Hymn.” It is dated 1834.
The introductory stanzas describing the singers are
of course omitted.</p>
<verse id="d7-p119.1">
<l id="d7-p119.2">Blest are the moments, doubly blest,</l>
<l id="d7-p119.3">That drawn from this one hour of rest,</l>
<l id="d7-p119.4">Are with a ready heart bestowed</l>
<l id="d7-p119.5">Upon the service of our God!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p119.6">
<l id="d7-p119.7">Each field is then a hallowed spot,</l>
<l id="d7-p119.8">An altar is in each man’s cot,</l>
<pb n="277" id="d7-Page_277" />
<l id="d7-p119.9">A church in every grove that spreads,</l>
<l id="d7-p119.10">Its living roof above our heads.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p119.11">
<l id="d7-p119.12">Look up to Heaven! the industrious sun</l>
<l id="d7-p119.13">Already half its course has run;</l>
<l id="d7-p119.14">He cannot halt or go astray,</l>
<l id="d7-p119.15">But our eternal spirits may.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p119.16">
<l id="d7-p119.17">Lord, since his rising in the east</l>
<l id="d7-p119.18">If we have faltered or transgressed</l>
<l id="d7-p119.19">Guide from thy love’s abundant course</l>
<l id="d7-p119.20">What yet remains of this day’s course.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p119.21">
<l id="d7-p119.22">Help with thy grace through life’s short day</l>
<l id="d7-p119.23">Our upward and our downward way;</l>
<l id="d7-p119.24">And glorify for us the west</l>
<l id="d7-p119.25">When we shall sink to final rest.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p120">The poem is pious, wise, and substantial, but as a
lyric it plods instead of mounting on wings. It has
the air rather of being rimed moral sentiments
written by the benevolent Wordsworth for the honest
peasant than of being a song springing out of
the genuine emotion either of the laborer or of the
poet. It is not a good hymn.</p>
<p id="d7-p121">Wordsworth’s nephew, Christopher Wordsworth
(1807-85), Bishop of Lincoln, is a far better hymnist.
He published in 1863 a volume, “The Holy
Year,” containing 127 original hymns. Eight or
ten of these are in the hymn-books to-day. One or
probably two are likely to survive as permanent
great hymns.</p>
<p id="d7-p122">“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t15.h43.html" id="d7-p122.1">O Day of Rest and Gladness</a>” is the best. It is
<pb n="278" id="d7-Page_278" />
distinguished by that lyrical volancy which William
Wordsworth’s hymn lacks. Bishop Wordsworth
was a scholar and an influential churchman of his
day. That all of his devoted effort and learning
should produce but one or two great hymns is some
indication of the difficulty of attaining to the precise
balance of piety, simplicity, and poesy which
the hymn type demands.</p>
<p id="d7-p123">Christina Rossetti wrote some ardent and delicately
beautiful religious lyrics. But they are more
for the closet of the mystic than for the public assemblage.
It was not so with her father’s Italian
hymns. The hymns he wrote in Italy and the ardor
with which they were sung were in some part the
reason for his fleeing to England as a refugee from
religious persecution in Italy. The hymns of Gabriele
Rossetti are still sung by Italian Protestants.
The religious songs of both Christina and Dante
Rossetti are too florid and too recondite in sentiment
for popular hymns.</p>
<p id="d7-p124">Stanzas of her “Advent Hymn” may be taken as
typical. The poem is full of delicate and pleasant
fancies; but these fancies have no special significance
for the hymn. The sentiment is peculiar and
would have little response from the common readers.</p>
<verse id="d7-p124.1">
<l id="d7-p124.2">In the bleak mid-winter</l>
<l id="d7-p124.3">Frosty wind made moan;</l>
<l id="d7-p124.4">Earth stood hard as iron,</l>
<l id="d7-p124.5">Water like a stone;</l>
<l id="d7-p124.6">Snow had fallen; snow on snow,</l>
<l id="d7-p124.7">Snow on snow,</l>
<pb n="279" id="d7-Page_279" />
<l id="d7-p124.8">In the bleak mid-winter</l>
<l id="d7-p124.9">Long ago.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p124.10">
<l id="d7-p124.11"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p124.13">
<l id="d7-p124.14">Angels and archangels</l>
<l id="d7-p124.15">May have gathered there;</l>
<l id="d7-p124.16">Cherubim and Seraphim</l>
<l id="d7-p124.17">Through the air,</l>
<l id="d7-p124.18">But only his Mother</l>
<l id="d7-p124.19">In her maiden bliss</l>
<l id="d7-p124.20">Worshipped the Beloved</l>
<l id="d7-p124.21">With a kiss.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p125">These verses remind one of Blake, some of whose
religious songs are delicately beautiful poems. But
they are too delicate, and their poetic spell is too
fragile for the public concourse. Take for example
two stanzas from Blake’s “On Another’s Sorrow”
in “Songs of Innocence”:<note n="24" id="d7-p125.1">“The
Poetical Works of William Blake,” p. 78, Oxford edition.</note></p>
<verse id="d7-p125.2">
<l id="d7-p125.3">Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,</l>
<l id="d7-p125.4">And thy Maker is not by;</l>
<l id="d7-p125.5">Think not thou canst weep a tear,</l>
<l id="d7-p125.6">And thy Maker is not near.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p125.7">
<l id="d7-p125.8">O! he gives us to his joy</l>
<l id="d7-p125.9">That our grief he may destroy;</l>
<l id="d7-p125.10">Till our grief is fled and gone</l>
<l id="d7-p125.11">He doth sit by us and moan.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p126">One sees how the last line is necessarily individual;
it might be exquisite to read by one’s fireside, but it
<pb n="280" id="d7-Page_280" />
could not be applicable to public assemblages. The
following stanzas from “Milton,” with the motto,
“Would to God that all the Lord’s people were
prophets,”<note n="25" id="d7-p126.1">Ibid., p. 370.</note>
are not far from sublime, yet one sees
that they are not quite hymnody:</p>
<verse id="d7-p126.2">
<l id="d7-p126.3">Bring me my bow of burning gold!</l>
<l id="d7-p126.4">Bring me my arrows of desire!</l>
<l id="d7-p126.5">Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!</l>
<l id="d7-p126.6">Bring me my chariot of fire!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p126.7">
<l id="d7-p126.8">I will not cease from mental fight,</l>
<l id="d7-p126.9">Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,</l>
<l id="d7-p126.10">Till we have built Jerusalem</l>
<l id="d7-p126.11">In England’s green and pleasant land.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p127">The lines are truly lyric; they soar and they sing.
But the aspiration is too immediately ambitious for
a hymn. An assembly of people have to be moved
by a strong impulse, indeed, to call in song for a
chariot of fire. It is true that one of the most devout
and popular of the American negro hymns
calls for a chariot—</p>
<verse id="d7-p127.1">
<l id="d7-p127.2">Swing low, sweet chariot,</l>
<l id="d7-p127.3">Comin’ for to carry me home—</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p128">but the call is not immediate. It is a prayer that
death, when it comes, may swing low like a chariot
and carry the petitioner home. There is no note of
impatience in it. But Blake’s song has the mystic’s
<pb n="281" id="d7-Page_281" />
impatience that few gatherings of folk would ever
unitedly feel.</p>
<p id="d7-p129">Mrs. Browning’s poem, “He Giveth His Beloved
Sleep,” seems to be on the verge of being a splendid
hymn. Some of the hymn-books have it; some do
not.</p>
<verse id="d7-p129.1">
<l id="d7-p129.2">Of all the thoughts of God that are</l>
<l id="d7-p129.3">Borne inward into souls afar,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.4">Along the psalmist’s music deep,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.5">Now tell me if there any is</l>
<l id="d7-p129.6">For gift of grace surpassing this,—</l>
<l id="d7-p129.7">“He giveth his beloved sleep”?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p129.8">
<l id="d7-p129.9">What would we give to our beloved?</l>
<l id="d7-p129.10">The hero’s heart, to be unmoved,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.11">The poet’s star-tuned harp, to sweep,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.12">The patriot’s voice, to teach and rouse,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.13">The monarch’s crown, to light the brows?</l>
<l id="d7-p129.14">“He giveth his beloved sleep.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p129.15">
<l id="d7-p129.16">“Sleep soft, beloved!” we sometimes say,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.17">Who have no tune to charm away</l>
<l id="d7-p129.18">Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep:</l>
<l id="d7-p129.19">But never doleful dream again</l>
<l id="d7-p129.20">Shall break the happy slumber when</l>
<l id="d7-p129.21">“He giveth his beloved sleep.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p129.22">
<l id="d7-p129.23">His dews drop mutely on the hill,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.24">His cloud above it saileth still,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.25">Though on its slope men sow and reap:</l>
<l id="d7-p129.26">More softly than the dew is shed,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.27">Or cloud is floated overhead,</l>
<l id="d7-p129.28">“He giveth his beloved sleep.”</l>
</verse>
<pb n="282" id="d7-Page_282" />
<p id="d7-p130">The slightly too conventional “Now tell me—” and
its slightly too familiar and rather peculiarly feminine
use of the pronoun “we” are hindrances. A
greater fault so far as hymnody is concerned is its
speculative lack of directness, a kind of loitering.
The idea is not swift and straight enough in its
movement. Still, it is a religious lyric of unquestioned
loveliness; if with adequate music it should be
admitted to the hymn-book, it is likely to be, by its
sincerity and tenderness and poetic charm, a favorite
hymn. Only one other of the group of poems
which Mrs. Browning published as “Hymns” is
adapted to singing in public worship; it begins,</p>
<verse id="d7-p130.1">
<l id="d7-p130.2">Since without thee we do no good,</l>
<l id="d7-p130.3">And with thee do no ill.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p131">In the ten years following 1840 there is a perceptible
ebb of hymnody until toward 1860, when a
full tide sets in. There are still some magnificent
hymns written, but they are not written with the
exuberance, and in the full major key, of the hymns
of the eighteen-thirties. A good proportion of the
best hymns of this time are by women writers. One
of the good hymns is that of Anna Bartlett Warner,
who lived in New York. The Mendelssohn air,
“Felix,” has helped this hymn to go far.</p>
<verse id="d7-p131.1">
<l id="d7-p131.2">We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen</l>
<l id="d7-p131.3">Across the little landscape of our life;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.4">We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen</l>
<l id="d7-p131.5">For the last weariness, the final strife.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="283" id="d7-Page_283" />
<verse id="d7-p131.6">
<l id="d7-p131.7">We would see Jesus, the great rock foundation</l>
<l id="d7-p131.8">Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace:</l>
<l id="d7-p131.9">Nor life, nor death, with all their agitation,</l>
<l id="d7-p131.10">Can thence remove us, if we see his face.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p131.11">
<l id="d7-p131.12">We would see Jesus; other lights are paling,</l>
<l id="d7-p131.13">Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.14">The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.15">We would not mourn them, for we go to thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p131.16">
<l id="d7-p131.17">We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers</l>
<l id="d7-p131.18">Round the dear objects it has loved so long,</l>
<l id="d7-p131.19">And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.20">Our love to thee makes not this love less strong.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p131.21">
<l id="d7-p131.22">We would see Jesus; sense is all too blinding,</l>
<l id="d7-p131.23">And Heaven appears too dim, too far away;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.24">We would see thee, thyself our hearts reminding</l>
<l id="d7-p131.25">What thou hast suffered, our great debt to pay.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p131.26">
<l id="d7-p131.27">We would see Jesus: this is all we’re needing;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.28">Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.29">We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading;</l>
<l id="d7-p131.30">Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p132">Another representative hymn by
<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/waring" id="d7-p132.1">Anna Laetitia Waring</a>,
a Welsh woman, has taken a high place:</p>
<verse id="d7-p132.2">
<l id="d7-p132.3">In heavenly love abiding,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.4">No change of heart shall fear;</l>
<l id="d7-p132.5">And safe is such confiding,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.6">For nothing changes here.</l>
<l id="d7-p132.7">The storm may roar without me,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.8">My heart may low be laid,</l>
<pb n="284" id="d7-Page_284" />
<l id="d7-p132.9">But God is round about me,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.10">And can I be dismayed?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p132.11">
<l id="d7-p132.12">Wherever he may guide me,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.13">No want shall turn me back;</l>
<l id="d7-p132.14">My shepherd is beside me,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.15">And nothing can I lack.</l>
<l id="d7-p132.16">His wisdom ever waketh,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.17">His sight is never dim,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.18">He knows the way he taketh,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.19">And I will walk with him.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p132.20">
<l id="d7-p132.21">Green pastures are before me,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.22">Which yet I have not seen;</l>
<l id="d7-p132.23">Bright skies will soon be o’er me,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.24">Where darkest clouds have been.</l>
<l id="d7-p132.25">My hope I cannot measure,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.26">My path to life is free,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.27">My Saviour has my treasure,</l>
<l id="d7-p132.28">And he will walk with me.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p133">Mrs. Alexander’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t228.h268.html" id="d7-p133.1">Jesus Calls Us o’er the Tumult</a>”
is a good hymn of this period. Mrs. Alexander was
a native of Ireland and the wife of the bishop of
Derry. Her hymn
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t212.h159.html" id="d7-p133.2">There Is a Green Hill Far Away</a>”
is one of a small number of English lyrics
that owe their fame in large measure to the charm
of the first line.</p>
<p id="d7-p134">Charlotte Elliott (1787-1871), who published her
“Invalid’s Hymn Book” in 1838 and “Hymns of
Sorrow” two years later, was the author of about
a hundred and fifty hymns, three of which have
lived: “<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t210.h128.html" id="d7-p134.1">Christian, Seek Not Yet Repose</a>”:
<pb n="285" id="d7-Page_285" />
“<a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h391.html" id="d7-p134.2">My God, My Father, While I Stray</a>”:
and “<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t210.h139.html" id="d7-p134.3">Just as I Am without One Plea</a>.”
Miss Elliott was herself
an invalid for about fifty years of her long life.
Her hymns, like those of Anne Steele, are plaintive
and sweet in tone, and expressive of warm and beautiful
devotion. The powerful lyric “Just as I Am
without One Plea” would have made her fame secure.
Lines from other hymns show the mingled
strength and delicacy of her style, the nobility and
sweetness of her character, and the genuine value
of her religion.</p>
<verse id="d7-p134.4">
<l id="d7-p134.5">What though in lowly grief I sigh</l>
<l id="d7-p134.6">For friends beloved no longer nigh!</l>
<l id="d7-p134.7">Submissive still would I reply,</l>
<l id="d7-p134.8">“Thy will be done!”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p134.9">
<l id="d7-p134.10">Though thou hast called me to resign</l>
<l id="d7-p134.11">What most I prized, it ne’er was mine;</l>
<l id="d7-p134.12">I have but yielded what was thine;</l>
<l id="d7-p134.13">“Thy will be done!”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p134.14">
<l id="d7-p134.15">Let but my fainting heart be blest</l>
<l id="d7-p134.16">With thy sweet spirit for its guest,</l>
<l id="d7-p134.17">My God, to thee I leave the rest.</l>
<l id="d7-p134.18">“Thy will be done!”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p135">From a song less widely known, one can gather an
idea of what the Christian means by the experience
he calls prayer:</p>
<verse id="d7-p135.1">
<l id="d7-p135.2">My God, is any hour so sweet,</l>
<l id="d7-p135.3">From blush of morn to evening star,</l>
<pb n="286" id="d7-Page_286" />
<l id="d7-p135.4">As that which calls me to thy feet,</l>
<l id="d7-p135.5">The hour of prayer?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p135.6">
<l id="d7-p135.7">Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,</l>
<l id="d7-p135.8">And blest that solemn hour of eve,</l>
<l id="d7-p135.9">When on the wings of prayer upborne,</l>
<l id="d7-p135.10">The world I leave.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p135.11">
<l id="d7-p135.12">Then is my strength by thee renewed;</l>
<l id="d7-p135.13">Then are my sins by thee forgiven;</l>
<l id="d7-p135.14">Then dost thou cheer my solitude</l>
<l id="d7-p135.15">With hopes of heaven.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d7-p135.16">
<l id="d7-p135.17">No words can tell what sweet relief</l>
<l id="d7-p135.18">Here for my every want I find;</l>
<l id="d7-p135.19">What strength for warfare, balm for grief,</l>
<l id="d7-p135.20">What peace of mind.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p136">Ohio contributes during this period one good hymn
to the hymn-book, that of Phoebe Cary, beginning:</p>
<verse id="d7-p136.1">
<l id="d7-p136.2"><a href="http://.ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h407.html" id="d7-p136.3">One sweetly solemn thought</a></l>
<l id="d7-p136.4">Comes to me o’er and o’er.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d7-p137">The peculiarly effective first line of this poem would
keep the poem alive even if the other lines were only
moderately good. The whole hymn has the breath
and color of poetry.</p>
<p id="d7-p138">George Washington Doane, who was, like Sears,
a graduate of Union College, in New York, and who
later became bishop of New Jersey, was the author
of one of the favorite evening hymns,
<pb n="287" id="d7-Page_287" />
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t13.h19.html" id="d7-p138.1">Softly Now the Light of Day</a>,”
a graceful lyric, full of gentleness and piety.</p>
<p id="d7-p139">Another woman hymn writer of this period, though
she is represented in hymn-books generally by but
one hymn, stands nevertheless by virtue of that
single lyric near to Watts and Wesley. Sarah
Flower Adams was born in 1806. She was the
daughter of Benjamin Flower, who was editor of
the “Cambridge Intelligencer.” She married William
B. Adams, an eminent engineer, and himself a
writer of some note in his day.</p>
<p id="d7-p140">The historian and critic of literature must search
far to find songs of any kind equal to
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t222.h222.html" id="d7-p140.1">Nearer, My God, to Thee</a>”;
he will probably not find one superior
to it. If there is anything lacking in this hymn to
make a perfect song and an adequate expression of
true religion, I am unable to say what it is. The
hymn-book has made a slight revision in the mode of
a verb in the fifth line of the first stanza of the original:
“would be” is made to read “shall be.”
This is a delicate bit of adaptation, yet it is important.
The slightly uncertain subjunctive was
out of place in a poem of such clarity and power,
and it is important to remove even the slightest let
or hindrance to the sweeping power of one of the
world’s greatest songs of religion.</p>
<p id="d7-p141">The poem was published in 1841 at the close of an
epoch of poetry such as England had not seen since
the days of great Elizabeth. In its brief line—as
also in the lines of Heber and others—we can see
<pb n="288" id="d7-Page_288" />
how the lyric of religion expresses in its own way the
mind and spirit of its time; here we see the ardor of
the age—its wildly free imagination, its mingled
dreams and realities, its impetuous will, its soul of
beauty—all reflected in the hymns of its religion.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="VIII. The Nineteenth Century" prev="d7" next="d9" id="d8">
<pb n="289" id="d8-Page_289" />
<h2 id="c8">CHAPTER VIII
<br /><span class="small" id="d8-p0.2">THE NINETEENTH CENTURY</span></h2>
<p id="d8-p1">During the Victorian era, and more recently
both in England and America, have appeared
a remarkable number and variety of hymns. Several
scores of these the hymn-book seems to have
chosen permanently; many others have been chosen,
of course, only tentatively. There are a few outstanding
ones, like Kipling’s
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t4.t42.h439.html" id="d8-p1.1">Recessional</a>” and
Tennyson’s “<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t312.h412.html" id="d8-p1.2">Crossing the Bar</a>,” which leave little
doubt of their permanence.</p>
<p id="d8-p2">In all the huge movement and stir in the last fifty
years, there has been much vigorous manifestation
of the religious life. It is not surprising that the
fifteen years following the publication of Darwin’s
“Origin of Species” produced more ringing lyrics
of religion than has any period of the same length
in English history. There was tremendous agitation
and conflict among religious forces. The zeal
of the conservative faithful and the ardor of the
progressive faithful showed itself in flashes of art
as well as in the earnest, long-drawn, and bitter
prosaic struggles.</p>
<p id="d8-p3">Hymns rich, intense, and luminous sprang from
Conservatives and Progressives alike. And it is
<pb n="290" id="d8-Page_290" />
strong attestation of the truth and universality of
the hymns that even radical Conservatives and radical
Progressives were soon—however much or little
they were aware of the fact—singing each other’s
hymns, “teaching and admonishing one another”
according to the Scripture in spiritual songs, singing
and making melody in their hearts unto the
Lord. The Fundamentalists and the Liberals of
to-day sing the hymns of Whittier and Holmes and
Mrs. Adams, together with those of Bonar, Newman,
and Bickersteth.</p>
<p id="d8-p4">Among the major hymnists of the time is Horatio
Bonar, the foremost of the Scottish hymn-writers.
He was born in Edinburgh in 1808. Graduated from
the University of Edinburgh, he entered the ministry
of the Established Church of Scotland, from
which he later seceded to become one of the founders,
and for the rest of his life a leader, of the Scottish
Free Church. He died in 1889. He published many
hymns, some translations from the Greek and Latin,
but mostly original hymns.</p>
<p id="d8-p5">Among his best are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t4.t43.h443.html" id="d8-p5.1">A Few More Years Shall Roll</a>”;
“Beyond the Smiling and the Weeping”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h394.html" id="d8-p5.2">Thy Way, Not Mine, O Lord</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t224.h242.html" id="d8-p5.3">I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t33.h334.html" id="d8-p5.4">Here, O My Lord, I Meet Thee Face to Face</a>”; and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t54.h490.html" id="d8-p5.5">Go Labor On, Spend and Be Spent</a>.”</p>
<p id="d8-p6">Bonar’s hymns are sorrowful and plaintive, like
autumn winds over Scottish hills. The sadness and
transience of life is a recurrent theme.</p>
<pb n="291" id="d8-Page_291" />
<verse id="d8-p6.1">
<l id="d8-p6.2">A few more years shall roll,</l>
<l id="d8-p6.3">A few more seasons come;</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p6.4">
<l id="d8-p6.5"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p6.7">
<l id="d8-p6.8">A few more storms shall beat</l>
<l id="d8-p6.9">On this wild, rocky shore.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p6.10">
<l id="d8-p6.11"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p6.13">
<l id="d8-p6.14">Beyond the frost-chain and the fever</l>
<l id="d8-p6.15">I shall be soon;</l>
<l id="d8-p6.16">Beyond the rock-waste and the river,</l>
<l id="d8-p6.17">Beyond the ever and the never</l>
<l id="d8-p6.18">I shall be soon.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p6.19">
<l id="d8-p6.20">Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;</l>
<l id="d8-p6.21">For toil comes rest, for exile, home;</l>
<l id="d8-p6.22">Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice,</l>
<l id="d8-p6.23">The midnight peal, “Behold, I come.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p6.24">
<l id="d8-p6.25">Make haste, O man, to live,</l>
<l id="d8-p6.26">Thy time is almost o’er</l>
<l id="d8-p6.27">O sleep not, dream not, but arise.</l>
<l id="d8-p6.28">The Judge is at the door!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p7">But the somber tone of his hymns is usually lightened
by grave consolations and rock-founded hopes.
His communion hymn, three stanzas of which are
quoted here, is a wistful and heavenly minded song,
intensely personal, yet broad enough, it would seem,
for Christians of any and all opinions of that sacrament:</p>
<pb n="292" id="d8-Page_292" />
<verse id="d8-p7.1">
<l id="d8-p7.2">Here would I feed upon the bread of God,</l>
<l id="d8-p7.3">Here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven;</l>
<l id="d8-p7.4">Here would I lay aside each earthly load;</l>
<l id="d8-p7.5">Here taste afresh the calm of sins forgiven.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p7.6">
<l id="d8-p7.7">This is the hour of banquet and of song;</l>
<l id="d8-p7.8">This is the heavenly table spread for me;</l>
<l id="d8-p7.9">Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong</l>
<l id="d8-p7.10">The brief, bright hour of fellowship with thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p7.11">
<l id="d8-p7.12">I have no help but thine, nor do I need</l>
<l id="d8-p7.13">Another arm save thine to lean upon;</l>
<l id="d8-p7.14">It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;</l>
<l id="d8-p7.15">My strength is in thy might, thy might alone.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p8">One of the best hymns of the nineteenth century is
that of W. Walsham Howe (1823-97), Bishop of Wakefield,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t246.h295.html" id="d8-p8.1">For All Thy Saints Who from Their Labors Rest</a>.”
Others of his hymns are
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t32.h319.html" id="d8-p8.2">We Give Thee But Thine Own</a>”;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t21.h58.html" id="d8-p8.3">O Word of God Incarnate</a>”; and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t210.h132.html" id="d8-p8.4">O Jesus, Thou Art Standing</a>.”</p>
<p id="d8-p9">The version of the <scripRef passage="Ps. 23" id="d8-p9.1" parsed="|Ps|23|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.23">twenty-third Psalm</scripRef> that the
hymn-book has pronounced most nearly adequate is
that of the Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t33.h326.html" id="d8-p9.2">The King of Love My Shepherd Is</a>.”
It is not so good poetry as the twenty-third Psalm in the Authorized
version of the Bible. Take, for example:</p>
<verse id="d8-p9.3">
<l id="d8-p9.4">He leadeth me beside the still waters,</l>
<l id="d8-p9.5">He restoreth my soul.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p10">Though the Psalm lines do not rime and are not
measured, they express the thought as do no other
grouping of words.</p>
<pb n="293" id="d8-Page_293" />
<verse id="d8-p10.1">
<l id="d8-p10.2">Where streams of living water flow</l>
<l id="d8-p10.3">My ransomed soul he leadeth,</l>
<l id="d8-p10.4">And where the verdant pastures grow,</l>
<l id="d8-p10.5">With food celestial feedeth.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p11">This is good verse, but it is not the unalloyed poetic
gold of the “prose” line.</p>
<p id="d8-p12">Baker’s style is simple and pleasing, and his
hymns have a ring of honesty in them all. He contributed
thirty-three hymns to “Hymns Ancient
and Modern” and four hymn tunes. He edited two
other books of hymns, and, as chairman of the original
board of directors of that greatest of English
hymn-books, he exerted a wide influence. He was
born in 1821, and died in 1877. This foremost hymnologist
of the period was, like John Mason Neale,
a Cambridge University man. His famous paraphrase
was published in 1868:</p>
<verse id="d8-p12.1">
<l id="d8-p12.2">The King of love my Shepherd is,</l>
<l id="d8-p12.3">Whose goodness faileth never;</l>
<l id="d8-p12.4">I nothing lack if I am his,</l>
<l id="d8-p12.5">And he is mine forever.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p12.6">
<l id="d8-p12.7"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p12.9">
<l id="d8-p12.10">Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,</l>
<l id="d8-p12.11">But yet in love he sought me,</l>
<l id="d8-p12.12">And on his shoulders gently laid</l>
<l id="d8-p12.13">And home rejoicing brought me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p12.14">
<l id="d8-p12.15">In death’s dark vale I fear no ill</l>
<l id="d8-p12.16">With thee, dear Lord, beside me,</l>
<pb n="294" id="d8-Page_294" />
<l id="d8-p12.17">Thy rod and staff my comfort still,</l>
<l id="d8-p12.18">Thy cross before to guide me.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p12.19">
<l id="d8-p12.20">And so through all the length of days,</l>
<l id="d8-p12.21">Thy goodness faileth never;</l>
<l id="d8-p12.22">Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise</l>
<l id="d8-p12.23">Within thy house forever.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p13">“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t4.t41.h425.html" id="d8-p13.1">For the Beauty of the Earth</a>” was written by
John Pierpont, a Unitarian minister who lived in
Troy, New York. He was a graduate of Yale. He
wrote some fifteen hymns, which maintain a good
level of excellence. His “Hymn of the Last Supper”
has marked qualities of simplicity, harmony,
and devotion. But one sees that it is not strictly a
hymn; it is rather a narrative than an expression of
praise or petition. It is quoted here as an example
of a good poem written expressly as a hymn, yet
not a hymn at all:</p>
<verse id="d8-p13.2">
<l id="d8-p13.3">The winds are hushed, and a peaceful moon</l>
<l id="d8-p13.4">Looks down on Zion’s hill;</l>
<l id="d8-p13.5">The city sleeps, ’tis night’s calm noon,</l>
<l id="d8-p13.6">And all the streets are still,</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p13.7">
<l id="d8-p13.8">Save when along the shaded walks,</l>
<l id="d8-p13.9">We hear the watchman’s call,</l>
<l id="d8-p13.10">Or the guard’s footsteps as he stalks</l>
<l id="d8-p13.11">In moonlight on the wall.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p13.12">
<l id="d8-p13.13">How soft, how holy is this light!</l>
<l id="d8-p13.14">And hark, a mournful song,</l>
<l id="d8-p13.15">As gentle as these dews of night</l>
<l id="d8-p13.16">Floats on the air along.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="295" id="d8-Page_295" />
<verse id="d8-p13.17">
<l id="d8-p13.18">Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer,</l>
<l id="d8-p13.19">Are in the holy strain;</l>
<l id="d8-p13.20">’Tis resignation, nor despair,</l>
<l id="d8-p13.21">’Tis triumph, though ’tis pain.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p13.22">
<l id="d8-p13.23">’Tis Jesus and his faithful few</l>
<l id="d8-p13.24">That pour that hymn of love;</l>
<l id="d8-p13.25">O God, may we that song renew</l>
<l id="d8-p13.26">Around that board above.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p14">The repetition of “’tis” and “that”
in the last six lines are small defects of technique that would mar
the hymn’s success even though it were otherwise
good. But if this is not a good hymn, how is it that
William B. Tappan’s somewhat similarly narrative
and descriptive poem has been a favorite hymn for a
hundred years since it was published?</p>
<verse id="d8-p14.1">
<l id="d8-p14.2">’Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow</l>
<l id="d8-p14.3">The star is dimmed that lately shone;</l>
<l id="d8-p14.4">’Tis midnight, in the garden now</l>
<l id="d8-p14.5">The suffering Saviour prays alone.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p14.6">
<l id="d8-p14.7">’Tis midnight, and from all removed,</l>
<l id="d8-p14.8">Emmanuel wrestles long with fears;</l>
<l id="d8-p14.9">E’en that disciple whom he loved</l>
<l id="d8-p14.10">Heeds not his master’s grief and tears.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p14.11">
<l id="d8-p14.12">’Tis midnight, and for others’ guilt</l>
<l id="d8-p14.13">The Man of sorrows weeps in blood;</l>
<l id="d8-p14.14">Yet he that hath in anguish knelt</l>
<l id="d8-p14.15">Is not forsaken by his God.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="296" id="d8-Page_296" />
<verse id="d8-p14.16">
<l id="d8-p14.17">’Tis midnight, and from ether-plains</l>
<l id="d8-p14.18">Is borne the song that angels know;</l>
<l id="d8-p14.19">Unheard by mortals are the strains</l>
<l id="d8-p14.20">That sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p15">This poem is so vivid and tense with feeling that it
begins to sing itself. Both in mood and form it is
more purely lyric than the other. It has no such
abstract phrases as “affection’s wish” and “devotion’s
prayer.” The second stanza of the first poem
is vivid. But the stalk of the guard, and the moonlight
on the wall, draw attention, inartistically, away
from the center of the picture. There is no detail in
the second poem which is not an undertone, and
which does not set the central figure in higher light.</p>
<p id="d8-p16"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/palgrave" id="d8-p16.1">Francis Turner Palgrave</a>
(1824-97), of
“<a href="http://gutenberg.org/ebooks/19221" id="d8-p16.2">The Golden Treasury</a>”
and also of
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/palgrave/sacredsong.html" id="d8-p16.3">The Golden Treasury of Sacred Song</a>,”
was himself the author of a
volume of hymns. Three of these are in common use:
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t225.h246.html" id="d8-p16.4">Thou Sayest, Take Up Thy Cross</a>”;
“O Light of Life, O Saviour Dear”; and
“O Thou Not Made with Hands.” He wrote another remarkable
religious lyric, one which is almost a great hymn.
The style of this song recalls Burne-Jones and the
Rossettis. But allowing all the beauty and all the
religious value of the poem, one still feels that it
is too fragile for a popular hymn; the figure, moreover,
is drawn out till it is tenuous; the eighth line,
beautiful as it is, is too subtle; and the third stanza
is too naïvely didactic.</p>
<pb n="297" id="d8-Page_297" />
<verse id="d8-p16.5">
<l id="d8-p16.6">Christ in his heavenly garden walks all day</l>
<l id="d8-p16.7">And calls to souls upon the world’s highway;</l>
<l id="d8-p16.8">Wearied with trifles, maimed and sick with sin,</l>
<l id="d8-p16.9">Christ by the gate stands and invites them in.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p16.10">
<l id="d8-p16.11">“How long, unwise, will ye pursue your woe?</l>
<l id="d8-p16.12">Here from the throne sweet waters ever go;</l>
<l id="d8-p16.13">Here the white lilies shine like stars above;</l>
<l id="d8-p16.14">Here in the red rose burns the face of Love.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p16.15">
<l id="d8-p16.16">“’Tis not from earthly paths I bid you flee,</l>
<l id="d8-p16.17">But lighter in my ways your feet will be;</l>
<l id="d8-p16.18">’Tis not to summon you from human mirth,</l>
<l id="d8-p16.19">But add a depth and sweetness not of earth.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p16.20">
<l id="d8-p16.21">“Still by the gate I stand as on ye stray;</l>
<l id="d8-p16.22">Turn your steps hither, am I not the Way?</l>
<l id="d8-p16.23">The sun is falling fast, the night is nigh;</l>
<l id="d8-p16.24">Why will ye wander, wherefore will ye die?”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p17">John Ellerton, who was born in London in 1828,
wrote a large number of hymns, several of which are
widely sung. The most familiar and perhaps the best is
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t1.t15.h50.html" id="d8-p17.1">Saviour, Again to Thy Dear Name We Raise</a>.”
Henry Twells, Canon of Peterborough
Cathedral, wrote in 1868 the hymn beginning:</p>
<verse id="d8-p17.2">
<l id="d8-p17.3"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h399.html" id="d8-p17.4">At even, ere the sun was set,</a></l>
<l id="d8-p17.5">The sick, O Lord, around thee lay;</l>
<l id="d8-p17.6">O in what divers pain they met,</l>
<l id="d8-p17.7">O with what joy they went away!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p18">John S. B. Monsell, a graduate of Dublin University
and clergyman of the Church of England, was the
<pb n="298" id="d8-Page_298" />
author of the militant hymn,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t29.h113.html" id="d8-p18.1">Fight the Good Fight</a>.”
Another militant song of religion is that
of Sabine Baring-Gould,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t6.t61.h530.html" id="d8-p18.2">Onward, Christian Soldiers</a>,”
published in 1865, and married to the splendid
processional music of Sir Arthur Sullivan in
1871. The song makes a notable claim as to the
power of hymnody:</p>
<verse id="d8-p18.3">
<l id="d8-p18.4">Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p19">With these two hymns may be mentioned that of
Henry Alford, Dean of Canterbury,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t6.t61.h531.html" id="d8-p19.1">Forward Be Our Watchword</a>.”</p>
<p id="d8-p20">A hymn by A. C. Benson may be mentioned in
connection with the foregoing. It rather discounts
the type of war heroism and speaks of higher heroism,
of “scorned delights” and “lavished lives”—lavished
in service rather than in destruction, and
it looks for</p>
<verse id="d8-p20.1">
<l id="d8-p20.2">The far-off victories of love.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p21">William E. Gladstone, Thomas Hughes, W. B. Trevelyan,
and Charles Kingsley were all contributors
to the hymn-book at this time. The hymn of Kingsley,
“From Thee All Skill and Science Flow,” is by
the verdict of the hymn-book the best of those written
by this group.</p>
<p id="d8-p22">Of the American hymnists of the middle of the
century and later there was a notable group of Harvard
men, most of whom were Unitarians. Among
them were Holmes, Lowell, Henry and
<a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/longfellow_s" id="d8-p22.1">Samuel Longfellow</a>,
Samuel Johnson, and Theodore Parker.</p>
<pb n="299" id="d8-Page_299" />
<p id="d8-p23">One of Holmes’s best hymns, to which he gave the
title “Trust,” may be quoted:</p>
<verse id="d8-p23.1">
<l id="d8-p23.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h400.html" id="d8-p23.3">O love divine, that stooped to share</a></l>
<l id="d8-p23.4">Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear!</l>
<l id="d8-p23.5">On thee we cast each earth-born care;</l>
<l id="d8-p23.6">We smile at pain while thou are near.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p23.7">
<l id="d8-p23.8">Though long the weary way we tread,</l>
<l id="d8-p23.9">And sorrow crown each lingering year,</l>
<l id="d8-p23.10">No path we shun, no darkness dread,</l>
<l id="d8-p23.11">Our hearts are whispering, Thou art near!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p23.12">
<l id="d8-p23.13">When drooping pleasure turns to grief,</l>
<l id="d8-p23.14">And trembling faith is changed to fear,</l>
<l id="d8-p23.15">The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,</l>
<l id="d8-p23.16">Shall softly tell us, Thou art near!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p23.17">
<l id="d8-p23.18">On thee we fling our burdening woe,</l>
<l id="d8-p23.19">O love divine, forever dear;</l>
<l id="d8-p23.20">Content to suffer while we know</l>
<l id="d8-p23.21">Living and dying thou art near!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p24">William Cullen Bryant wrote the hymn of which
the first two stanzas are:</p>
<verse id="d8-p24.1">
<l id="d8-p24.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t28.h107.html" id="d8-p24.3">O North with all thy vales of green,</a></l>
<l id="d8-p24.4">O South with all thy palms,</l>
<l id="d8-p24.5">From peopled towns and vales between,</l>
<l id="d8-p24.6">Uplift the voice of psalms;</l>
<l id="d8-p24.7">Raise, ancient East, the anthem high,</l>
<l id="d8-p24.8">And let the youthful West reply.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="300" id="d8-Page_300" />
<verse id="d8-p24.9">
<l id="d8-p24.10">Lo in the clouds of heaven appears</l>
<l id="d8-p24.11">God’s well beloved Son;</l>
<l id="d8-p24.12">He brings a train of brighter years,</l>
<l id="d8-p24.13">His kingdom is begun.</l>
<l id="d8-p24.14">He comes a guilty world to bless</l>
<l id="d8-p24.15">With mercy, truth, and righteousness.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p25">It may be that the first stanza of this poem was
originally conceived as a plea for reconciliation between
the North and South; it was published in 1869.</p>
<p id="d8-p26">One of the best of all the American hymns is that
of Samuel J. Stone,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t51.h464.html" id="d8-p26.1">The Church’s One Foundation</a>,”
published in 1868. This poem has the
strength, the simplicity, the dignity, the vividness,
and the religious fervor that characterize every
great hymn. One other hymn by this author may be
justly called great:</p>
<verse id="d8-p26.2">
<l id="d8-p26.3"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t210.h129.html" id="d8-p26.4">Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,</a></l>
<l id="d8-p26.5">I look at heaven, and long to enter in;</l>
<l id="d8-p26.6">But there no evil thing may find a home;</l>
<l id="d8-p26.7">And yet I hear a voice that bids me, “Come.”</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p26.8">
<l id="d8-p26.9">So vile am I, how dare I hope to stand</l>
<l id="d8-p26.10">In the pure glory of the holy land?</l>
<l id="d8-p26.11">Before the whiteness of the throne appear?</l>
<l id="d8-p26.12">Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p26.13">
<l id="d8-p26.14"> </l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p27">“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/longfellow_s/bookhymns.h569.html" id="d8-p27.1">Christ to the Young Man Said, ‘Yet One Thing More,’</a>”
was written by Henry W. Longfellow as a
hymn to be sung at the ordination of his brother,
<pb n="301" id="d8-Page_301" />
Samuel Longfellow, to the Unitarian ministry. This
is the only hymn, strictly speaking, that he wrote,
though a number of his poems were included in the
hymn-books of forty years ago.</p>
<p id="d8-p28">Samuel Longfellow wrote many hymns. He is
represented in the various books to-day by from
two to seventeen hymns.
“O Still in Accents Sweet and Strong” and
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h397.html" id="d8-p28.1">I Look to Thee in Every Need</a>”
are generally included.
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/longfellow_s/bookhymns.h384.html" id="d8-p28.2">O God, Thy Children Gathered Here</a>”
he wrote for the ordination of Edward
Everett Hale to the Unitarian ministry.
Samuel Longfellow, with Samuel Johnson of Boston,
edited three successive hymn-books. The last
and largest volume, “Hymns of the Spirit,” was
published in 1864. Johnson’s hymn, which is in
virtually all of the present-day books,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t51.h470.html" id="d8-p28.3">City of God, How Broad and Fair</a>,”
closes with this stalwart
verse:</p>
<verse id="d8-p28.4">
<l id="d8-p28.5">In vain the surge’s angry shock,</l>
<l id="d8-p28.6">In vain the drifting sands;</l>
<l id="d8-p28.7">Unharmed upon the eternal Rock,</l>
<l id="d8-p28.8">The eternal city stands.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p29">A younger member of this group, and as a hymnist
one of the foremost, is still living, the Rev. Frederick
L. Hosmer. He, with Dr. William C. Gannett,
author of “Praise to God and Thanks We Bring,” is
joint author of two volumes of religious lyrical
poetry. The number of his hymns in various books
ranges from three to thirty-five. “The English
Hymnal” contains three. His “Father, to Thee We
<pb n="302" id="d8-Page_302" />
Look in All Our Sorrow,” “Forward through the
Ages,” and “O Beautiful My Country” are among
his best.</p>
<p id="d8-p30">One of the best American hymnists is the New
England Quaker, Whittier. The hymns of Whittier
are in general accord with the other hymns of the
time, and are fairly typical of the hymnody of the
latter half of the century. It was during the decade
of 1850-60 and shortly following that he wrote his
best religious lyrical verse. His hymns, like the
other good ones of the time, show signs of the battle
between Science and Religion, as the opposing sides
termed themselves. Whittier enters the field from
the camp of Religion, but not to fight Science. Unlike
Newman and “Little Bethel,” or Huxley and
Darwin, he did not accept one value and even pretend
to close his eyes to the other. With plenty of
human doubt and misgiving, he yet had a faith so
deeply based that he had nothing but welcome for
whatever truth Science or any other agency might
bring forth.</p>
<p id="d8-p31">The hymn of Whittier’s which the hymn-books
seem to agree upon as the best is taken from his
“Brewing of Soma.” Beginning with the description
of a wild Vedic religious rite, this poem goes on:</p>
<verse id="d8-p31.1">
<l id="d8-p31.2">The morning twilight of the race</l>
<l id="d8-p31.3">Down sends their native psalms</l>
<l id="d8-p31.4">And still with wondering eyes we trace</l>
<l id="d8-p31.5">The simple prayers of Soma’s race</l>
<l id="d8-p31.6">That Vedic verse embalms.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="303" id="d8-Page_303" />
<verse id="d8-p31.7">
<l id="d8-p31.8">As in that child-world’s early year,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.9">Each after year has striven</l>
<l id="d8-p31.10">By music, incense, vigils drear,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.11">And trance, to bring the stars more near,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.12">Or lift men up to heaven.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.13">
<l id="d8-p31.14">Some fever of the blood and brain,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.15">Some self-exalting spell,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.16">The scourger’s keen delight of pain,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.17">The dervish dance, the Orphic strain,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.18">The wild-haired Bacchant’s yell,—</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.19">
<l id="d8-p31.20">The desert’s half grown hermit, sunk</l>
<l id="d8-p31.21">The saner brute below;</l>
<l id="d8-p31.22">The naked Santon, Hashish-drunk,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.23">The cloister-madness of the monk,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.24">The fakir’s torture show!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.25">
<l id="d8-p31.26">And yet the past comes round again,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.27">And new doth old fulfil;</l>
<l id="d8-p31.28">In sensuous transports, wild as vain,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.29">We brew in many a Christian fane</l>
<l id="d8-p31.30">The heathen Soma still.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.31">
<l id="d8-p31.32">Dear Lord and Father of mankind,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.33">Forgive our foolish ways;</l>
<l id="d8-p31.34">Reclothe us in our rightful mind,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.35">In purer lives thy service find,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.36">In deeper reverence, praise.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.37">
<l id="d8-p31.38">In simple trust like those who heard,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.39">Beside the Syrian sea,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.40">The gracious calling of the Lord,</l>
<pb n="304" id="d8-Page_304" />
<l id="d8-p31.41">Let us like them without a word,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.42">Rise up and follow thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.43">
<l id="d8-p31.44">O Sabbath rest of Galilee!</l>
<l id="d8-p31.45">O calm of hills above,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.46">Where Jesus knelt to share with thee,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.47">The silence of eternity,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.48">Interpreted by love!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.49">
<l id="d8-p31.50">With that deep hush subduing all</l>
<l id="d8-p31.51">Our words and works that drown</l>
<l id="d8-p31.52">The tender whisper of thy call,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.53">As noiseless let thy blessing fall</l>
<l id="d8-p31.54">As fell thy manna down.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.55">
<l id="d8-p31.56">Drop thy still dews of quietness,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.57">Till all our strivings cease;</l>
<l id="d8-p31.58">Take from our souls the strain and stress,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.59">And let our ordered lives confess</l>
<l id="d8-p31.60">The beauty of thy peace.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p31.61">
<l id="d8-p31.62">Breathe through the heat of our desire</l>
<l id="d8-p31.63">Thy coolness and thy balm;</l>
<l id="d8-p31.64">Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;</l>
<l id="d8-p31.65">Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,</l>
<l id="d8-p31.66">O, still, small voice of calm!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p32">This poem furnishes some illustration to the study
of the nature of the Christian hymn. It is a religious
poem part of which is quite unhymnal and
part of which constitutes one of the supreme hymns
of the language. And there is not a shadow of doubt
as to the line where the poem ceases to be one kind,
<pb n="305" id="d8-Page_305" />
and becomes clearly and entirely the other kind, of
lyric. With the line,</p>
<verse id="d8-p32.1">
<l id="d8-p32.2">The heathen Soma still,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p33">a poetical thunder-storm suddenly ceases, and the
poem passes into lyric sunshine:</p>
<verse id="d8-p33.1">
<l id="d8-p33.2">Dear Lord and Father of mankind.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p34">The hymnal part of the poem is treasured in the
memory of myriads of people; the other part is
nearly forgotten.</p>
<p id="d8-p35">There is no reason to say that when Whittier wrote
these particular stanzas he had any idea of their
being set to music and put into hymn-books. “A
good hymn,” he once said, “is the best use to which
poetry can be devoted, and I do not claim that I have
succeeded in composing one.”</p>
<p id="d8-p36">The Friends were not given to hymn-singing. As
he says in his poem, “Worship,”</p>
<verse id="d8-p36.1">
<l id="d8-p36.2">To worship rightly is to love each other,</l>
<l id="d8-p36.3">Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p37">But he caught the hymn inspiration here, and though
he was very likely not aware of it, the poem at a
certain point catches step and marches in the noble
company of the world’s great hymns.</p>
<p id="d8-p38">He was afraid of narrowness and spite; not of
any new revelation that science might give, nor of
the old truth that religion might assert. He was
severe toward scientific as well as religious bigotry.
<pb n="306" id="d8-Page_306" />
In “The Quest” he says, “The riddle of the world
is understood only by him who feels that God is good
as only he can feel who makes his love the ladder of
his faith.” In “Our Master,” written in 1863, is
the following stanza typical of Whittier, and reflecting
something of the times:</p>
<verse id="d8-p38.1">
<l id="d8-p38.2">Not thine the bigot’s partial plea,</l>
<l id="d8-p38.3">Nor thine the zealot’s ban;</l>
<l id="d8-p38.4">Thou well canst spare a love of thee</l>
<l id="d8-p38.5">That ends in hate of man.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p39">From the stanzas of the poem the hymn-books have
made two hymns,
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h404.html" id="d8-p39.1">Immortal Love Forever Full</a>”
and “We May Not Climb the Heavenly Steep.”
His longer poem, “The Eternal Goodness,” 1863,
furnishes several splendid hymns to various books.
Stanzas from it are:</p>
<verse id="d8-p39.2">
<l id="d8-p39.3">I walk with bare, hushed feet, the ground</l>
<l id="d8-p39.4">Ye tread with boldness shod;</l>
<l id="d8-p39.5">I dare not fix with mete and bound</l>
<l id="d8-p39.6">The love and power of God.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p39.7">
<l id="d8-p39.8">Yet in the maddening maze of things,</l>
<l id="d8-p39.9">And tossed by storm and flood;</l>
<l id="d8-p39.10">To one fixed hope my spirit clings;</l>
<l id="d8-p39.11">I know that God is good.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p39.12">
<l id="d8-p39.13">I know not where his islands lift</l>
<l id="d8-p39.14">Their fronded palms in air,</l>
<l id="d8-p39.15">I only know I cannot drift</l>
<l id="d8-p39.16">Beyond his love and care.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="307" id="d8-Page_307" />
<p id="d8-p40">Bishop Phillips Brooks wrote one of the most
beautiful hymns in celebration of Christmas:</p>
<verse id="d8-p40.1">
<l id="d8-p40.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t22.h78.html" id="d8-p40.3">O little town of Bethlehem,</a></l>
<l id="d8-p40.4">How still we see thee lie!</l>
<l id="d8-p40.5">Above thy deep and dreamless sleep</l>
<l id="d8-p40.6">The silent stars go by;</l>
<l id="d8-p40.7">Yet in thy dark street shineth</l>
<l id="d8-p40.8">The everlasting Light.</l>
<l id="d8-p40.9">The hopes and fears of all the years</l>
<l id="d8-p40.10">Are met in thee to-night.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p41">One of the most spirited of all hymns, a lyric that
has something of the militant zeal of the ancient
song of Deborah, is Julia Ward Howe’s song of the
Civil War:</p>
<verse id="d8-p41.1">
<l id="d8-p41.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t4.t42.h434.html" id="d8-p41.3">Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;</a></l>
<l id="d8-p41.4">He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;</l>
<l id="d8-p41.5">He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword.</l>
<l id="d8-p41.6">His truth is marching on.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p41.7">
<l id="d8-p41.8">I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;</l>
<l id="d8-p41.9">They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;</l>
<l id="d8-p41.10">I can read his righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps.</l>
<l id="d8-p41.11">His day is marching on.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p41.12">
<l id="d8-p41.13">I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;</l>
<l id="d8-p41.14">“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal.</l>
<pb n="308" id="d8-Page_308" />
<l id="d8-p41.15">Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,</l>
<l id="d8-p41.16">Since God is marching on.”</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p42">For its fire of poetic inspiration, its triumphant
faith in God and in the future of humanity, and for
its vivid beauty, there are few hymns to match it.
This hymn is not in the English hymn-books. One
reason for the omission is that the original title,
“Battle Hymn of the Republic,” might imply it to
be exclusively an American hymn. Yet some of the
best American books omit it. It may be that its
martial images seem to them too vivid to be interpreted
as of spiritual warfare only.</p>
<p id="d8-p43">“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t54.h491.html" id="d8-p43.1">Eternal Ruler of the Ceaseless Round</a>”
was written by John W. Chadwick in 1864. He was a Unitarian
minister of Brooklyn, New York:</p>
<verse id="d8-p43.2">
<l id="d8-p43.3">Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round</l>
<l id="d8-p43.4">Of circling planets singing on their way;</l>
<l id="d8-p43.5">Guide of the nations from the night profound</l>
<l id="d8-p43.6">Into the glory of the perfect day,</l>
<l id="d8-p43.7">Rule in our hearts, that we may ever be</l>
<l id="d8-p43.8">Guided and strengthened and upheld by thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p43.9">
<l id="d8-p43.10">We would be one in hatred of all wrong,</l>
<l id="d8-p43.11">One in our love of all things sweet and fair,</l>
<l id="d8-p43.12">One with the joy that breaketh into song,</l>
<l id="d8-p43.13">One with the grief that trembles into prayer,</l>
<l id="d8-p43.14">One in the power that makes thy children free</l>
<l id="d8-p43.15">To follow truth and thus to follow thee.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="309" id="d8-Page_309" />
<p id="d8-p44">These lines of peace and good will are especially
significant as coming at a time so full of hate and
slaughter.</p>
<p id="d8-p45">Adelaide Proctor was the author of a number of
good hymns; the best is probably the one beginning:</p>
<verse id="d8-p45.1">
<l id="d8-p45.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t311.h384.html" id="d8-p45.3">My God, I thank thee, who hast made</a></l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p45.4">The earth so bright,</l>
<l id="d8-p45.5">So full of splendor and of joy,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p45.6">Beauty and light;</l>
<l id="d8-p45.7">So many glorious things are here</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p45.8">Noble and right.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p46">Adelaide Proctor was a Roman Catholic. She was a
musician and poet, the daughter of Barry Cornwall.</p>
<p id="d8-p47">A hymn by Elizabeth Clephane stands out clearly
both for its devotion and its poetry. The stanza
following illustrates the place of nature in hymnal
poetry to express and to stir devotion:</p>
<verse id="d8-p47.1">
<l id="d8-p47.2"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t2.t212.h150.html" id="d8-p47.3">Beneath the cross of Jesus</a></l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p47.4">I fain would take my stand,</l>
<l id="d8-p47.5">The shadow of a mighty rock</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p47.6">Within a weary land;</l>
<l id="d8-p47.7">A home within the wilderness,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p47.8">A rest upon the way,</l>
<l id="d8-p47.9">From the burning of the noontide heat,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p47.10">And the burden of the day.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p48">A stanza from a hymn by John Ellerton suggests
the hope of religion in helping to master the new
complexities of life:</p>
<pb n="310" id="d8-Page_310" />
<verse id="d8-p48.1">
<l id="d8-p48.2">Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p48.3">The wealth of land and sea;</l>
<l id="d8-p48.4">The world of science and of art,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p48.5">Revealed and ruled by thee.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p49">Mary Lathbury’s simple hymn of two stanzas,
“Break Thou the Bread of Life,” is a masterpiece
of hymnody. The familiar hymns of Frances R.
Havergal and of Mary Ann Thompson are likely to
live and do good for a long time.</p>
<p id="d8-p50">One must not neglect to mention the Christmas
hymn of J. G. Holland,
“There’s a Song in the Air,”
and the strong hymn of John Hay, “Defend Us,
Lord, from Every Ill,” and that of Washington
Gladden, “<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t5.t54.h493.html" id="d8-p50.1">O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee</a>.”</p>
<p id="d8-p51">Samuel Dryden Phelps (1816-95), a Baptist divine
of New Haven, Connecticut, was the author of
a hymn of great strength and tenderness,
“Saviour, Thy Dying Love.”</p>
<p id="d8-p52">Sidney Lanier’s exquisite “Ballad of Trees and
the Master” has been included in several of the later
hymn-books.</p>
<p id="d8-p53">Fanny J. Van Alstyne Crosby (1820-1915) has
exerted a tremendous sway through her hymns of
sweet and kindly sentiment and of rapt devotion.
The wide success of her scores of hymns is due in
part to the sentimental appeal of their tunes as well
as of their words; it is also in part due to their
folk-song clearness and easy rhythmic swing. But it
is due in a larger part to their humble piety, as
naïve and full of wonders and self-searchings as
that of some poetical saint of the early church.</p>
<pb n="311" id="d8-Page_311" />
<p id="d8-p54">“Work for the Night is Coming” was written by
Anna Walker Coghill, who was born in England in
1836; “More Love to Thee, O Christ” was written by
Elizabeth Prentiss of Portland, Maine;
“<a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/anonymous/eh1916.t3.t314.h415.html" id="d8-p54.1">Eternal Father, Strong to Save</a>,”
by William Whiting
(1825-78), master of the Winchester Choristers’
School; “I Love to Tell the Story” and “Tell Me
the Old, Old Story” are by Katherine Hankey, who
was born in 1846. The latter song is a cento from
her “Life of Christ” in verse.</p>
<p id="d8-p55">The hymns of the last two decades of the nineteenth
century are not, so far, numerous in the
hymn-book. The following stanzas of a hymn by
Arthur C. Ainger seems to be typical of the better
hymns of the last years of the century:</p>
<verse id="d8-p55.1">
<l id="d8-p55.2">From utmost East to utmost West,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.3">Where’er man’s foot has trod,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.4">By the mouth of many messengers</l>
<l id="d8-p55.5">Goes forth the word of God;</l>
<l id="d8-p55.6">Give ear to me, ye continents,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.7">Ye isles, give ear to me;</l>
<l id="d8-p55.8">The earth shall be filled with the glory of God,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.9">As the waters cover the sea.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p55.10">
<l id="d8-p55.11">March we forth in the strength of God,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.12">With the banner of Christ unfurled,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.13">That the light of the glorious gospel of truth</l>
<l id="d8-p55.14">May shine throughout the world:</l>
<l id="d8-p55.15">Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin</l>
<l id="d8-p55.16">To set their captives free,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.17">That the earth may be filled with the glory of God,</l>
<l id="d8-p55.18">As the waters cover the sea.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="312" id="d8-Page_312" />
<p id="d8-p56">There is in these lines a hopefulness for better
days in the world generally. Their outlook is worldwide;
they stress the call of Christianity for justice
and harmony in international relations. The people
who sing such songs as this are quite abandoned
hypocrites if their votes do not begin to register
some of the sentiments they sing so lustily. This
hymn of Ainger’s is not a plea for narrow ecclesiastical
advantage, but rather for a broad enlightenment,
justice, and charity.</p>
<p id="d8-p57">The hymn of Rudyard Kipling written for the Diamond
Jubilee of Queen Victoria in 1897 is representative
of the new sort of hymnody. It has taken
its place in most of the good hymnals. Such an
early and general acceptance shows that it has
caught the ear and struck the right chord, at least
for the present generation. Whether it will hold a
high place with “O God, Our Help in Ages Past,”
“Jesus, Lover of My Soul,” “Lead, Kindly Light,”
of course no one can tell. It seems to answer the demands
of good hymnody. It moves off in a grand
sweeping first line that sounds like Milton, or, in
a smaller field, like Watts at his best. Its phrases
have a sounding smoothness that gratifies the ear,
fills up the voice, and lingers in the memory. Its
images are vivid, clear-cut, readily apparent. Its
thought moves swiftly and directly forward. And
it is alive with the spirit of religion.</p>
<p id="d8-p58">Although the hymn is written in the language of
modern life, it is full of biblical solemnities of diction
and luxuriance of figure. This combination of
<pb n="313" id="d8-Page_313" />
military and biblical tone is not artificial. The
poet’s life, one remembers, is saturated with the
spirit of the British army and navy; and, on the
other hand, both of his grandfathers were Methodist
preachers. For the biblical influence, notice for
example the lines:</p>
<verse id="d8-p58.1">
<l id="d8-p58.2">The tumult and the shouting dies,</l>
<l id="d8-p58.3">The captains and the kings depart.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p59">In <scripRef id="d8-p59.1" passage="Job 36:25" parsed="|Job|36|25|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Job.36.25">Job 36:25</scripRef> we find this phrase:</p>
<verse id="d8-p59.2">
<l id="d8-p59.3">The thunder of the captains and the shouting.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p60">It is interesting to notice the same idea and words in
Lowell’s “Commemoration Ode”:</p>
<verse id="d8-p60.1">
<l id="d8-p60.2">Great captains, with their guns and drums,</l>
<l id="d8-p60.3">Disturb our judgment for an hour,</l>
<l id="d8-p60.4">But at last silence comes;</l>
<l id="d8-p60.5">Then all are gone.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p61">The lines,</p>
<verse id="d8-p61.1">
<l id="d8-p61.2">Beneath whose awful hand we hold</l>
<l id="d8-p61.3">Dominion over palm and pine,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p62">as well as these from Emerson’s “Wood Notes,”</p>
<verse id="d8-p62.1">
<l id="d8-p62.2">And grant to dwellers with the pine</l>
<l id="d8-p62.3">Dominion o’er the palm and vine,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p63">may be reminiscent of the sixth verse of the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 8" id="d8-p63.1" parsed="|Ps|8|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.8">eighth Psalm</scripRef>:</p>
<blockquote id="d8-p63.2">
<p id="d8-p64">Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of
thy hands: thou hast put all things under his feet.</p>
</blockquote>
<pb n="314" id="d8-Page_314" />
<p id="d8-p65">Kipling’s “Recessional” may be based partly on the
<scripRef passage="Ps. 19" id="d8-p65.1" parsed="|Ps|19|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.19">nineteenth Psalm</scripRef>. Watts’s hymn, a direct paraphrase,
begins,</p>
<verse id="d8-p65.2">
<l id="d8-p65.3">O God, our help in ages past;</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p66">Kipling’s,</p>
<verse id="d8-p66.1">
<l id="d8-p66.2">God of our fathers, known of old;</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p67">the Psalm,</p>
<blockquote id="d8-p67.1">
<p id="d8-p68">Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d8-p69">Let us compare further the two hymns with another
part of the psalm carrying the same idea:</p>
<verse id="d8-p69.1">
<l id="d8-p69.2">The shouting and the tumult dies,</l>
<l id="d8-p69.3">The captains and the kings depart.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p69.4">
<l id="d8-p69.5"> </l>
</verse>
<p class="vtb" id="d8-p70" />
<verse id="d8-p70.1">
<l id="d8-p70.2">Far-called, our navies melt away;</l>
<l id="d8-p70.3">On dune and headland sinks the fire:</l>
<l id="d8-p70.4">Lo, all our pomp of yesterday</l>
<l id="d8-p70.5">Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p70.6">
<l class="tb" id="d8-p70.7">Time, like an ever-rolling stream,</l>
<l id="d8-p70.8">Bears all her sons away;</l>
<l id="d8-p70.9">They fly forgotten as a dream</l>
<l id="d8-p70.10">Dies at the opening day.</l>
</verse>
<blockquote class="tb" id="d8-p70.11">
<p id="d8-p71">Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as
a sleep; in the morning they are like grass which groweth
<pb n="315" id="d8-Page_315" />
up. In the morning it flourisheth and groweth up; in
the evening it is cut down, and withereth.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d8-p72">The hymn-book is of course based on the Bible.
It would be an easy but endless task to show the direct
and indirect dependence of the hymns upon
Scripture texts. Watts’s and Kipling’s hymns are
cited as typical.</p>
<p id="d8-p73">This recessional hymn would seem to be a major
song of the race by yet another test, that of almost
universal applicability. It holds, as ’twere, the
mirror up to nature—individually and internationally—so
as to be startling to those who look intently
at it.</p>
<p id="d8-p74">Here is a later hymn, published by John Oxenham in 1915:</p>
<verse id="d8-p74.1">
<l id="d8-p74.2">Lord, God of hosts, whose mighty hand</l>
<l id="d8-p74.3">Dominion holds on sea and land,</l>
<l id="d8-p74.4">In peace and war thy will we see</l>
<l id="d8-p74.5">Shaping the larger liberty.</l>
<l id="d8-p74.6">Nations may rise and nations fall,</l>
<l id="d8-p74.7">Thy changeless purpose rules o’er all.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p74.8">
<l id="d8-p74.9">For those who weak and broken lie</l>
<l id="d8-p74.10">In weariness and agony,</l>
<l id="d8-p74.11">Great healer, in their beds of pain,</l>
<l id="d8-p74.12">Come, touch and make them whole again.</l>
<l id="d8-p74.13">O, hear a people’s prayer and bless</l>
<l id="d8-p74.14">Thy servants in their hour of stress.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p74.15">
<l id="d8-p74.16">For those to whom the call shall come</l>
<l id="d8-p74.17">We pray thy tender welcome home;</l>
<pb n="316" id="d8-Page_316" />
<l id="d8-p74.18">The toil, the bitterness all past,</l>
<l id="d8-p74.19">We trust them to thy love at last,</l>
<l id="d8-p74.20">O, hear a people’s prayer for all</l>
<l id="d8-p74.21">Who nobly striving nobly fall!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p74.22">
<l id="d8-p74.23">For those who minister and heal</l>
<l id="d8-p74.24">And spend themselves, their skill, their zeal;</l>
<l id="d8-p74.25">Renew their hearts with Christ-like faith</l>
<l id="d8-p74.26">And guard them from disease and death.</l>
<l id="d8-p74.27">And in thine own good time, Lord, send</l>
<l id="d8-p74.28">Thy peace on earth till time shall end.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p75">This hymn evidently arose in the midst of war.
We may place this hymn beside Kipling’s or one of
Watts’s or Wesley’s and see a good hymn in comparison
with great ones.</p>
<p id="d8-p76">The following stanza is from a hymn, “Our
Father, Thy Dear Name Doth Show”; it seems to
have the modern spirit:</p>
<verse id="d8-p76.1">
<l id="d8-p76.2">Bring in, we pray, the glorious day,</l>
<l id="d8-p76.3">When battle-cries are stilled;</l>
<l id="d8-p76.4">When bitter strife is swept away,</l>
<l id="d8-p76.5">And hearts with love are filled.</l>
<l id="d8-p76.6">O help us banish pride and wrong</l>
<l id="d8-p76.7">Which, since the world began,</l>
<l id="d8-p76.8">Have marred its peace; help us make strong</l>
<l id="d8-p76.9">The brotherhood of man.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p77">Perhaps the most widely accepted hymn written
since the opening of this century is a hymn by the
Rev. Frank Mason North. It is a hymnic cry out
of the travail and misery of the modern city.</p>
<pb n="317" id="d8-Page_317" />
<verse id="d8-p77.1">
<l id="d8-p77.2">Where cross the crowded ways of life,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.3">Where sound the cries of race and clan,</l>
<l id="d8-p77.4">Above the noise of selfish strife,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.5">We hear thy voice, O Son of man!</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p77.6">
<l id="d8-p77.7">In haunts of wretchedness and need,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.8">On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,</l>
<l id="d8-p77.9">From paths where hide the lures of greed,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.10">We catch the vision of thy tears.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p77.11">
<l id="d8-p77.12">From tender childhood’s helplessness,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.13">From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,</l>
<l id="d8-p77.14">From famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.15">Thy heart has never known recoil.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p77.16">
<l id="d8-p77.17">The cup of water given for thee</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.18">Still holds the freshness of thy grace;</l>
<l id="d8-p77.19">Yet long these multitudes to see</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.20">The sweet compassion of thy face.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p77.21">
<l id="d8-p77.22">O Master, from the mountain-side,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.23">Make haste to heal these hearts of pain,</l>
<l id="d8-p77.24">Among these restless throngs abide,</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.25">O tread the city’s streets again.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d8-p77.26">
<l id="d8-p77.27">Till sons of men shall learn thy love</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.28">And follow where thy feet have trod;</l>
<l id="d8-p77.29">Till glorious from thy heaven above</l>
<l class="t" id="d8-p77.30">Shall come the city of our God.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d8-p78">There is a growing interest in hymn-singing and
in the hymn itself as poetry. There are still tawdry
hymns with silly music printed by the car-load
and taught to children who will grow up rather
<pb n="318" id="d8-Page_318" />
ashamed that they know them. But the good hymns
of faith still go on. There are doubtless hymns of
integrity and power being written now. Glancing
through the indexes of authors in recent hymn-books,
one finds such names as Canon Ainger, Felix Adler,
the Duke of Argyll, Robert Bridges, G. K. Chesterton,
Henry Sloane Coffin, Havelock Ellis, Rudyard
Kipling, Henry Van Dyke, and Israel Zangwill.
From the hymns written to-day, there may be gathered
some lasting world-hymns.</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="IX. The Import of the Hymn-Book" prev="d8" next="biblio" id="d9">
<pb n="319" id="d9-Page_319" />
<h2 id="c9">CHAPTER IX
<br /><span class="small" id="d9-p0.2">THE IMPORT OF THE HYMN-BOOK</span></h2>
<p id="d9-p1">As mankind’s most ancient and most beloved
kind of poetry, the hymn is characterized by
depth of thought, by patent serviceableness, and by
lasting beauty. Any kind of art, any form of expression
whatever, to be perenially fresh and dear to
men must be at once profound, relevant, and comely.
The constant returning of generation after generation
to the hymnal as to Jacob’s well attests the
depth and soundness and beauty of it. The hymn-book
is a lasting popular Outline of Life, a lyric
handbook of philosophy, ethics, and spiritual beauty.</p>
<p id="d9-p2">The hymn-book contains a system of philosophy;
short and simple as these lyrics are, they have given
to innumerable minds a satisfying answer to the
question of the source, the nature, and the end of all
things. They assert that the origin and support of
all life is eternal God, infinitely knowing, just, and
kind. The hymn-book teaches a system of ethics;
it asserts that man can know, and ought to do, the
will of God. The hymn-book teaches a system of
esthetics; it asserts that life finds its perfect bloom
of beauty and its crown of happiness only in accord
with the nature and will of God.</p>
<p id="d9-p3">The wise and the prudent may make pause at the
<pb n="320" id="d9-Page_320" />
hymn’s simple and audaciously confident assertions
as to the great mysteries that baffle all the faculties
of reason; yet the more wise and prudent hold that
poets and prophets can, by the power of chastened
imagination, faith, inspiration, go surely beyond the
common faculties of reason, experiencing, as Wordsworth
says,</p>
<verse id="d9-p3.1">
<l class="t10" id="d9-p3.2">a blessed mood</l>
<l id="d9-p3.3">In which the burden of the mystery,</l>
<l id="d9-p3.4">In which the heavy and the weary weight</l>
<l id="d9-p3.5">Of all this unintelligible world,</l>
<l id="d9-p3.6">Is lightened;</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p4">and they “see into the soul of things.”</p>
<p id="d9-p5">The hymn-book bases its system upon manifold
and powerful authority. The hymns, being the
thought of strong and deeply experienced souls,
kindled into song, claim (1) the regal authority of
Poetry. Having a sweeping acceptance by all sorts
and conditions of men of religion, they claim (2)
the authority of democratic election. Being the
choric voice of organized religion speaking out of its
ages of experience and out of its present life, they
claim the authority of (3) the church catholic. Being,
much of it, paraphrase of the Psalms and all of
it, in accord with the Bible, the hymnal claims (4)
the authority of the Holy Scriptures.</p>
<p id="d9-p6">Further, says Charles Wesley’s hymn,</p>
<verse id="d9-p6.1">
<l id="d9-p6.2">A thousand oracles divine</l>
<l id="d9-p6.3">Their common beams unite.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="321" id="d9-Page_321" />
<p id="d9-p7">The hymns, then, speak of the origin of all things
in terms of certain knowledge. A hymn by John
Sterling published in 1840 begins with these lines:</p>
<verse id="d9-p7.1">
<l id="d9-p7.2">O Source divine, and Life of all,</l>
<l id="d9-p7.3">The fount of being’s wondrous sea,</l>
<l id="d9-p7.4">Thy depth would every heart appall</l>
<l id="d9-p7.5">That saw not love supreme in thee.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p8">A hymn by Oliver Wendell Holmes speaks in
simple words of the great mystery:</p>
<verse id="d9-p8.1">
<l id="d9-p8.2">Lord of all being, throned afar,</l>
<l id="d9-p8.3">Thy glory flames in sun and star;</l>
<l id="d9-p8.4">Center and source of every sphere,</l>
<l id="d9-p8.5">Yet to each loving heart how near!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p9">The Hebrew psalm, turned into English numbers
by Isaac Watts, thus asserts the eternity of all-ruling
Deity:</p>
<verse id="d9-p9.1">
<l id="d9-p9.2">Before the hills in order stood,</l>
<l id="d9-p9.3">Or earth received her frame,</l>
<l id="d9-p9.4">From everlasting thou art God,</l>
<l id="d9-p9.5">To endless years the same.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p10">Another hymn by Watts asserts the eternal supremacy
of God—the primary hymnal theme:</p>
<verse id="d9-p10.1">
<l id="d9-p10.2">Thy throne eternal ages stood,</l>
<l id="d9-p10.3">Ere seas or stars were made.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p10.4">
<l id="d9-p10.5"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p10.7">
<l id="d9-p10.8">Eternity with all its years</l>
<l id="d9-p10.9">Stands present in thy view;</l>
<pb n="322" id="d9-Page_322" />
<l id="d9-p10.10">To thee there’s nothing old appears,</l>
<l id="d9-p10.11">Great God, there’s nothing new.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p11">Many of the hymns speak of this inward assurance
of God being corroborated by the testimony of external
nature, especially in the grander aspects such
as sunrise, storms, mountains, and the sky at night.
Again to quote Watts, who is speaking evidently
from his own emotions as well as from the artistic
and spiritual tradition of the Psalms:</p>
<verse id="d9-p11.1">
<l id="d9-p11.2">Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power;</l>
<l id="d9-p11.3">Their motions speak thy skill;</l>
<l id="d9-p11.4">And on the wings of every hour</l>
<l id="d9-p11.5">We read thy patience still.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p12">Lines such as the following gleaned from the
hymn-book carry on the same idea, creation declaring
the Creator:</p>
<verse id="d9-p12.1">
<l id="d9-p12.2">Thou who has sown the sky with stars, setting thy thoughts in gold—</l>
<l id="d9-p12.3">The very dust inbreathed by thee, the clods all cold and dead,</l>
<l id="d9-p12.4">Wake into beauty and to life, to give thy children bread.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p12.5"><i>Burton.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p12.6">
<l id="d9-p12.7">When morning gilds the skies,</l>
<l id="d9-p12.8">My heart awakening cries.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p12.9"><i>Caswall, from the German.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p12.10">
<l id="d9-p12.11">When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers—</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p12.12"><i><scripRef passage="Ps. 8" id="d9-p12.13" parsed="|Ps|8|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.8">The Eighth Psalm</scripRef>.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="323" id="d9-Page_323" />
<verse id="d9-p12.14">
<l id="d9-p12.15">He plants his footsteps in the sea,</l>
<l id="d9-p12.16">He rides upon the storm.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p12.17"><i>Cowper.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p12.18">
<l id="d9-p12.19">And bright is his path on the wings of the storm.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p12.20"><i>Grant.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p13">Addison’s familiar and ornate lines repeat the
ancient inspired idea, “The heavens declare the
glory of God”:</p>
<verse id="d9-p13.1">
<l id="d9-p13.2">The spacious firmament on high,</l>
<l id="d9-p13.3">With all the blue ethereal sky,</l>
<l id="d9-p13.4">The spangled heavens, a shining frame,</l>
<l id="d9-p13.5">Their great Original proclaim.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p14">Lines from Sir Robert Grant’s hymn, “O, Worship
the King,” spring evidently from a contemplation
of the sky:</p>
<verse id="d9-p14.1">
<l id="d9-p14.2">O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,</l>
<l id="d9-p14.3">Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p14.4">
<l id="d9-p14.5">Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?</l>
<l id="d9-p14.6">It breathes in the air, it shines in the light.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p15">The hymns declare that human beings may have
sure apprehension of the infinite spirit, and communion
with it:</p>
<verse id="d9-p15.1">
<l id="d9-p15.2">His very word of grace is strong</l>
<l id="d9-p15.3">As that which built the skies;</l>
<l id="d9-p15.4">The voice that rolls the stars along</l>
<l id="d9-p15.5">Speaks all the promises.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p15.6"><i>Watts.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="324" id="d9-Page_324" />
<p id="d9-p16">An American hymn by Frederick L. Hosmer asserts
the reality of human acquaintanceship with
the personality of God:</p>
<verse id="d9-p16.1">
<l id="d9-p16.2">O thou in all thy might so far,</l>
<l id="d9-p16.3">In all thy love so near,</l>
<l id="d9-p16.4">Beyond the range of sun and star,</l>
<l id="d9-p16.5">And yet beside us here:</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p16.6">
<l id="d9-p16.7">What heart can comprehend thy name;</l>
<l id="d9-p16.8">Or searching find thee out,</l>
<l id="d9-p16.9">Who art within a quickening flame,</l>
<l id="d9-p16.10">A Presence round about?</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p17">Two lyrical statements of this basic idea in the
Bible, one in the Old Testament, one in the New, are
unsurpassed in grandeur of conception and splendor
of expression; they are true hymns, though as
yet there is no adequate metrical version in English.
Perhaps there will never be. The passages state in
ultimate words the idea of the immanence and permanence
of Deity:</p>
<verse id="d9-p17.1">
<l id="d9-p17.2">Whither shall I go from thy Spirit?</l>
<l id="d9-p17.3">Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?</l>
<l id="d9-p17.4">If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there:</l>
<l id="d9-p17.5">If I make my bed in the grave, behold thou art there.</l>
<l id="d9-p17.6">If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;</l>
<l id="d9-p17.7">Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.</l>
<l id="d9-p17.8">If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.</l>
<pb n="325" id="d9-Page_325" />
<l id="d9-p17.9">Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p18">The passage from the New Testament, part of a
letter of St. Paul to the Romans, is an outburst of
song:</p>
<blockquote id="d9-p18.1">
<p id="d9-p19">For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor
angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present,
nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other
creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.</p>
</blockquote>
<p id="d9-p20">It is no wonder that jail-doors would not hold in
front of a man who could write songs like this in
his letters and sing them in jail at night; even the</p>
<verse id="d9-p20.1">
<l id="d9-p20.2">Gates of hell shall never,</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p21">as Baring-Gould’s hymn says, be able to hold before
such songs and souls.</p>
<p id="d9-p22">The philosophy, the deep and steadfast belief, of
these two ancient hymns is that of the modern
hymn-book. Its lyrical great argument is to</p>
<verse id="d9-p22.1">
<l class="t4" id="d9-p22.2">assert eternal Providence,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.3">And justify the ways of God to men.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p22.4">
<l id="d9-p22.5">The God of Abraham praise,</l>
<l class="t" id="d9-p22.6">Who reigns enthroned above;</l>
<l id="d9-p22.7">Ancient of everlasting days,</l>
<l class="t" id="d9-p22.8">And God of love.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p22.9"><i>Thomas Olivers.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="326" id="d9-Page_326" />
<verse id="d9-p22.10">
<l id="d9-p22.11">For light and love, for rest and food,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.12">For daily help and nightly care,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.13">Sing to the Lord for he is good,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.14">And praise his name, for it is fair.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p22.15">
<l id="d9-p22.16">Crown him the Lord of years,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.17">The Potentate of time,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.18">Creator of the rolling spheres,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.19">Ineffably sublime.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p22.20"><i>Matthew Bridges.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p22.21">
<l id="d9-p22.22">Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.23">Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;</l>
<l id="d9-p22.24">Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.25">Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p22.26">
<l id="d9-p22.27">Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.28">Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.29">Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.30">Perfect in power, in love, and purity.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p22.31"><i>Heber.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p22.32">
<l id="d9-p22.33">Sun, moon and stars fulfill</l>
<l id="d9-p22.34">Their time by thee;</l>
<l id="d9-p22.35">Angels to do thy will</l>
<l id="d9-p22.36">Fleet lightnings be;</l>
<l id="d9-p22.37">Rain, hail, and frost and snow,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.38">And all the winds that blow</l>
<l id="d9-p22.39">Are at thy nod;</l>
<l id="d9-p22.40">Oceans and tempests know</l>
<l id="d9-p22.41">Their mighty God.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p22.42">
<l id="d9-p22.43">His wisdom ever waketh,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.44">His sight is never dim,</l>
<pb n="327" id="d9-Page_327" />
<l id="d9-p22.45">He knows the way he taketh,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.46">And I will walk with him.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p22.47"><i>Anna L. Waring.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p22.48">
<l id="d9-p22.49">Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.50">When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;</l>
<l id="d9-p22.51">Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,</l>
<l id="d9-p22.52">Comes the sweet consciousness, I am with thee.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p22.53"><i>Harriet Beecher Stowe.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p23">But the hymns, with all their brave certainty
about the order and direction of the universe, make
no claim to have sounded all its depths; they know
for sure, but they do not know all. To quote again
from Matthew Bridges’s hymn:</p>
<verse id="d9-p23.1">
<l id="d9-p23.2">No angel in the sky</l>
<l id="d9-p23.3">Can fully bear that sight,</l>
<l id="d9-p23.4">But downward bends his burning eye</l>
<l id="d9-p23.5">At mysteries so bright.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p24">Another hymn thus expresses the idea of the
smallness of man’s highest conception before the
reality:</p>
<verse id="d9-p24.1">
<l id="d9-p24.2">I cannot find thee, e’en when most adoring;</l>
<l id="d9-p24.3">Before thy throne I bend in lowliest prayer;</l>
<l id="d9-p24.4">Beyond these bounds of thought, my thought upsoaring,</l>
<l id="d9-p24.5">From farthest quest comes back; thou art not there.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p24.6">
<l id="d9-p24.7">Yet high above the limits of my seeing,</l>
<l id="d9-p24.8">And folded far within the inmost heart,</l>
<l id="d9-p24.9">And deep below the depths of conscious being,</l>
<l id="d9-p24.10">The splendor shineth; there, O God, thou art.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p24.11"><i>Stowe.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="328" id="d9-Page_328" />
<p id="d9-p25">Whittier in his “Eternal Goodness” has this
stanza about the smallness and yet the certainty of
man’s knowledge:</p>
<verse id="d9-p25.1">
<l id="d9-p25.2">I know not what the future hath</l>
<l class="t" id="d9-p25.3">Of marvel or surprise;</l>
<l id="d9-p25.4">I only know that life and death</l>
<l class="t" id="d9-p25.5">His mercy underlies.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p26">We know, says the hymn, that unlimited Good
is above and beyond the visible world wherein we
see His power. The hymn-book is not pantheistic,
if pantheism is identifying the Absolute merely with
creation.</p>
<verse id="d9-p26.1">
<l id="d9-p26.2">Thy voice produced the seas and spheres,</l>
<l id="d9-p26.3">Bade the waves roar, the planets shine;</l>
<l id="d9-p26.4">But nothing like thyself appears</l>
<l id="d9-p26.5">Through all these spacious works of thine.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p26.6">
<l id="d9-p26.7">Who can behold the blazing light?</l>
<l id="d9-p26.8">Who can approach consuming flame?</l>
<l id="d9-p26.9">None but thy Wisdom knows thy might;</l>
<l id="d9-p26.10">None but thy Word can speak thy name.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p27">The last two lines of this hymn by Watts touch on
the mystery of the Trinity: Divinity can be apprehended
only by means of Divinity—the eternal
wisdom, proceeding from God into human mind, perceives
the true incarnate Word. A hymn by Samuel
Wesley, father of John and Charles Wesley, shows
the same process of thought:</p>
<pb n="329" id="d9-Page_329" />
<verse id="d9-p27.1">
<l id="d9-p27.2">Hail, Father, whose creating call</l>
<l id="d9-p27.3">Unnumbered worlds attend;</l>
<l id="d9-p27.4">Who art in all, and over all,</l>
<l id="d9-p27.5">Thyself both source and end,</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p27.6">
<l id="d9-p27.7"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p27.9">
<l id="d9-p27.10">Not quite displayed to worlds above,</l>
<l id="d9-p27.11">Nor quite on earth concealed,</l>
<l id="d9-p27.12">By wondrous unexhausted Love</l>
<l id="d9-p27.13">To mortal man revealed.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p28">The same humility but surety of faith is seen
in Newman’s “Lead, Kindly Light,” and likewise
in a hymn of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, which
is not so well known as it may be:</p>
<verse id="d9-p28.1">
<l id="d9-p28.2">No human eye thy face may see,</l>
<l id="d9-p28.3">No human thought thy form may know;</l>
<l id="d9-p28.4">But all creation dwells in thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p28.5">And thy great life through all doth flow.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p28.6">
<l id="d9-p28.7">And yet, O strange and wondrous thought!</l>
<l id="d9-p28.8">Thou art a God who hearest prayer;</l>
<l id="d9-p28.9">And every heart with sorrow fraught,</l>
<l id="d9-p28.10">To seek thy present aid may dare.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p29">The modern hymnal statement of its philosophy,
its thought about the order and direction of the
universe, is briefly and simply stated, but unshakably
certain:</p>
<verse id="d9-p29.1">
<l id="d9-p29.2">In heavenly love abiding,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.3">No change my heart shall fear;</l>
<l id="d9-p29.4">And safe is such confiding,</l>
<pb n="330" id="d9-Page_330" />
<l id="d9-p29.5">For nothing changes here.</l>
<l id="d9-p29.6">The storms may roar without me,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.7">My heart may low be laid,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.8">But God is round about me,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.9">And can I be dismayed?</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.10"><i>Anna L. Waring.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p29.11">
<l id="d9-p29.12">The King of love my shepherd is,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.13">Whose goodness faileth never;</l>
<l id="d9-p29.14">I nothing lack if I am his</l>
<l id="d9-p29.15">And he is mine forever.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.16"><i>Baker.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p29.17">
<l id="d9-p29.18">Majestic sweetness sits enthroned</l>
<l id="d9-p29.19">Upon the Saviour’s brow;</l>
<l id="d9-p29.20">His head with radiant glories crowned,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.21">His lips with grace o’er flow.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.22"><i>Stennett.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p29.23">
<l id="d9-p29.24">Holy Spirit, faithful Guide,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.25">Ever near the pilgrim’s side;</l>
<l id="d9-p29.26">Gently lead us by the hand,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.27">Pilgrims in a desert land.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.28"><i>Wells.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p29.29">
<l id="d9-p29.30">Sometimes a light surprises</l>
<l id="d9-p29.31">The Christian while he sings;</l>
<l id="d9-p29.32">It is the Lord who rises</l>
<l id="d9-p29.33">With healing in his wings.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.34"><i>Cowper.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p29.35">
<l id="d9-p29.36">How sweet the name of Jesus sounds</l>
<l id="d9-p29.37">In a believer’s ear;</l>
<l id="d9-p29.38">It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.39">And drives away his fear.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.40"><i>Newton.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="331" id="d9-Page_331" />
<verse id="d9-p29.41">
<l id="d9-p29.42">In simple trust like those who heard</l>
<l id="d9-p29.43">Beside the Syrian sea</l>
<l id="d9-p29.44">The gracious calling of the Lord,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.45">Let us, like them, without a word,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.46">Rise up and follow thee.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.47"><i>Whittier.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p29.48">
<l id="d9-p29.49">Love divine, all love excelling,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.50">Joy of heaven to earth come down;</l>
<l id="d9-p29.51">Fix in us thy humble dwelling,</l>
<l id="d9-p29.52">All thy faithful mercies crown.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p29.53"><i>Wesley.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p30">These passages are illustrative of the hymn-book’s
affirmation concerning God and concerning
man’s approach to Him. It teaches that God is infinite
in being, wisdom, love, and power. The book
teaches further that the Infinite has shown His
nature and will to this world in the person of Jesus
Christ; that the Logos, Idea, Spirit, Word, which
was in the beginning and without which was not
anything made that was made, became flesh and
dwelt among us, the Infinite became finite and
visible, drawing man out of darkness, revealing the
way of life, and showing that the universe is ordered
by wisdom and love. And the hymn-book teaches
further that infinite God revealed historically in the
Son is yet ever-present Spirit, and that God is one.
This constitutes the basic proposition of the hymnal
philosophy.</p>
<p id="d9-p31">Then follows naturally a consideration of man—<i>What
is man that thou art mindful of him?</i>—and
of his duty and his destiny.</p>
<pb n="332" id="d9-Page_332" />
<p id="d9-p32">Concerning the nature of man, the hymn-book
holds that he is dust of the earth, plus the breath of
God:</p>
<verse id="d9-p32.1">
<l id="d9-p32.2">His sovereign power without our aid,</l>
<l id="d9-p32.3">Made us of clay and formed us men.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p32.4">
<l id="d9-p32.5">Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p32.6">
<l id="d9-p32.7">All valiant dust that builds on dust.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p32.8">
<l id="d9-p32.9">His sovereign powers our bodies made,</l>
<l id="d9-p32.10">Our souls are his immortal breath.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p32.11">
<l id="d9-p32.12">The soul of man, Jehovah’s breath.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p33">Some of the old hymns call man worm in the dust;
Darwin trailed him lower yet than the worm, to the
germ—racially, that is, as elementary science traces
him there individually; but the hymn-book, with
Genesis, takes him, as we see, on down to inorganic
dust itself.</p>
<p id="d9-p34">Thus, then, is summarized the hymn-book’s philosophy
concerning the origin and nature of man:
Dust indeed he is, yet also breath of God; and it is
the purpose of his life that the creature shall rise
more and more out of the dust and become the child
and friend of God. This is the duty and destiny
of man.</p>
<verse id="d9-p34.1">
<l id="d9-p34.2">Higher and yet higher,</l>
<l id="d9-p34.3">Out of clouds and night;</l>
<l id="d9-p34.4">Nearer and nearer,</l>
<l id="d9-p34.5">Rising to the light.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p34.6"><i>Anonymous.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="333" id="d9-Page_333" />
<verse id="d9-p34.7">
<l id="d9-p34.8">A charge to keep I have,</l>
<l id="d9-p34.9">A God to glorify;</l>
<l id="d9-p34.10">A never dying soul to save,</l>
<l id="d9-p34.11">And fit it for the sky.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p34.12"><i>Wesley.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p34.13">
<l id="d9-p34.14">What is my being but for thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p34.15">Its sure support, its noblest end,</l>
<l id="d9-p34.16">Thy ever smiling face to see</l>
<l id="d9-p34.17">And serve the cause of such a friend?</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p34.18"><i>Watts.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p35">The duty of man, declares the hymn-book, is to
attain to God. This carries measureless implications
of God-likeness in his being and behavior—the
best use of all his faculties at their best; the exercise
of perfect justice and mercy, for as man becomes
more a son of God he becomes more a brother
of man. The duty of man is then to climb upward
to God. And the hymns say that there is one true
Way.</p>
<p id="d9-p36">But man is free to choose his way. He is made
so much in the image of God that he has the power
of shaping life according to his own will. The sun,
says William Wordsworth’s hymn,</p>
<verse id="d9-p36.1">
<l class="t" id="d9-p36.2">can not halt or go astray,</l>
<l id="d9-p36.3">But our eternal spirits may.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p37">Being thus free, man does not have to rise. He
can choose to go away from, rather than toward,
the ultimate Good. And this is sin; sin is more
than man’s imperfection and his lowness in the scale.
<pb n="334" id="d9-Page_334" />
It is willing and doing contrary to the perfect will
of God. And with sin is darkness and sorrow,
hell, discord with God, and the stony necessity of
repentance and redemption.</p>
<p id="d9-p38">Here, then, is the hymn-book’s system of ethics,
its consideration of the duty of free man, his struggle
with adversity, his defeat of hell, and his attainment
of heaven. The hymns speak with searching
wisdom and deep appeal about the long journey that
man must travel, and the true way.</p>
<p id="d9-p39">Of the future of man the hymn-book makes comprehensive
and most steadfast affirmation. It affirms
that the human race, under God, has shining
days before it, and a prosperous journey. Before
the hymns have done with this dust-creature man,
they have advanced him to the state of a flaming
seraph, crowned and, beyond all telling, free and
glorious. But it is a strugglesome way.</p>
<p id="d9-p40">We say that the hymnal is a lyric handbook of
practical living, if it is a book of glorious dreams.
Life is short, says one of Wesley’s hymns:</p>
<verse id="d9-p40.1">
<l id="d9-p40.2">Lo, on a narrow neck of land,</l>
<l id="d9-p40.3">’Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p41">And man must be on his long way. Doddridge, following
St. Paul, finds great zest in life—“as a
strong man, to run a race”:</p>
<verse id="d9-p41.1">
<l id="d9-p41.2">Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,</l>
<l id="d9-p41.3">And press with vigor on;</l>
<l id="d9-p41.4">A heavenly race demands thy zeal,</l>
<l id="d9-p41.5">And an immortal crown.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="335" id="d9-Page_335" />
<verse id="d9-p41.6">
<l id="d9-p41.7">A cloud of witnesses around</l>
<l id="d9-p41.8">Hold thee in full survey;</l>
<l id="d9-p41.9">Forget the steps already trod,</l>
<l id="d9-p41.10">And onward urge thy way.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p42">But life, sings Toplady, is not all haste and urgency;
duty may lead through peace as well as
turmoil:</p>
<verse id="d9-p42.1">
<l id="d9-p42.2">If on a quiet sea</l>
<l id="d9-p42.3">Toward heaven we calmly sail,</l>
<l id="d9-p42.4">With faithful hearts, O God, to thee</l>
<l id="d9-p42.5">We’ll own the favoring gale.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p42.6">
<l id="d9-p42.7">But should the surges rise,</l>
<l id="d9-p42.8">And rest delay to come,</l>
<l id="d9-p42.9">Blest be the tempest, kind the storm,</l>
<l id="d9-p42.10">Which drives us nearer home.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p43">Sorrow and toil are part of the uphill journey,
but even that may have its element of joy:</p>
<verse id="d9-p43.1">
<l id="d9-p43.2">Deem not that they are blest alone,</l>
<l id="d9-p43.3">Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;</l>
<l id="d9-p43.4">The anointed Son of God makes known</l>
<l id="d9-p43.5">A blessing for the eyes that weep.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p43.6">
<l id="d9-p43.7">Nor let the good man’s trust depart</l>
<l id="d9-p43.8">Though life its common gifts deny.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p43.9">
<l id="d9-p43.10"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p43.12">
<l id="d9-p43.13">For God has marked each sorrowing day,</l>
<l id="d9-p43.14">And numbered every secret tear;</l>
<pb n="336" id="d9-Page_336" />
<l id="d9-p43.15">And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay</l>
<l id="d9-p43.16">For all his children suffer here.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p43.17"><i>Bryant.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p44">Oliver Wendell Holmes believes it:</p>
<verse id="d9-p44.1">
<l id="d9-p44.2">Though long the weary way we tread,</l>
<l id="d9-p44.3">And sorrow crown each lingering year,</l>
<l id="d9-p44.4">No path we shun, no darkness dread,</l>
<l id="d9-p44.5">Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p45">Isaac Watts sings out, as only Watts can express
such ideas:</p>
<verse id="d9-p45.1">
<l id="d9-p45.2">Must I be carried to the skies</l>
<l id="d9-p45.3">On flowery beds of ease,</l>
<l id="d9-p45.4">While others fought to win the prize,</l>
<l id="d9-p45.5">Or sailed through bloody seas?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p45.6">
<l id="d9-p45.7">No, I must fight if I should win,</l>
<l id="d9-p45.8">Increase my courage, Lord!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p46">The sturdy hymn of faith, “How Firm a Foundation,”
has this stanza:</p>
<verse id="d9-p46.1">
<l id="d9-p46.2">When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,</l>
<l id="d9-p46.3">My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply,</l>
<l id="d9-p46.4">The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design</l>
<l id="d9-p46.5">Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p47">One of Bonar’s hymns begins:</p>
<verse id="d9-p47.1">
<l id="d9-p47.2">Go, labor on, spend and be spent,</l>
<l id="d9-p47.3">Thy joy to do the Father’s will.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="337" id="d9-Page_337" />
<p id="d9-p48">The best lyrics of the hymn-book, and the favorite
ones, are those expressive of human insufficiency
and loneliness. They are much more than intellectual
realization of the fact; they are cries of longing
for fellowship with God.</p>
<verse id="d9-p48.1">
<l id="d9-p48.2">Jesus, lover of my soul,</l>
<l id="d9-p48.3">Let me to thy bosom fly,</l>
<l id="d9-p48.4">While the nearer waters roll,</l>
<l id="d9-p48.5">While the tempest still is high.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p48.6">
<l id="d9-p48.7">Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear,</l>
<l id="d9-p48.8">It is not night if thou be near;</l>
<l id="d9-p48.9">O may no earth-born clouds arise</l>
<l id="d9-p48.10">To hide thee from thy servant’s eyes.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p49">“Abide with Me” expresses the same insufficiency
and peril of life, and longing for completeness and
solid standing:</p>
<verse id="d9-p49.1">
<l id="d9-p49.2">Abide with me from morn till eve,</l>
<l id="d9-p49.3">For without thee I cannot live;</l>
<l id="d9-p49.4">Abide with me when night is nigh,</l>
<l id="d9-p49.5">For without thee I cannot die.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p49.6">
<l id="d9-p49.7">So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still</l>
<l id="d9-p49.8">Will lead me on,</l>
<l id="d9-p49.9">O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till</l>
<l id="d9-p49.10">The night is gone.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p50">“Nearer, My God, to Thee” condenses in a stanza
the gist of the hymn-book’s whole theory of life
and its meaning and end:</p>
<pb n="338" id="d9-Page_338" />
<verse id="d9-p50.1">
<l id="d9-p50.2">There let the way appear,</l>
<l id="d9-p50.3">Steps unto heaven:</l>
<l id="d9-p50.4">All that thou sendest me</l>
<l id="d9-p50.5">In mercy given:</l>
<l id="d9-p50.6">Angels to beckon me</l>
<l id="d9-p50.7">Nearer, my God, to thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p50.8">Nearer to thee!</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p51">Now, when souls have found that fellowship, they
desire to share it; this indeed is the final test of
whether they have found it. A hymn by John Chadwick
(1840-1904) is a good summary of this idea:</p>
<verse id="d9-p51.1">
<l id="d9-p51.2">Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round</l>
<l id="d9-p51.3">Of circling planets singing on their way,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.4">Guide of the nations from the night profound</l>
<l id="d9-p51.5">Into the glory of the perfect day,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.6">Rule in our hearts that we may ever be</l>
<l id="d9-p51.7">Guided and strengthened and upheld by thee.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p51.8">
<l id="d9-p51.9">We are of thee, the children of thy love,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.10">The brothers of thy well-beloved Son;</l>
<l id="d9-p51.11">Descend, O holy Spirit, like a dove</l>
<l id="d9-p51.12">Into our hearts that we may be as one,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.13">As one with thee to whom we ever trend,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.14">As one with him, our Brother and our Friend.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p51.15">
<l id="d9-p51.16">We would be one in hatred of all wrong,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.17">One in our love of all things good and fair,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.18">One with the joy that breaketh into song,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.19">One with the grief that trembles into prayer,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.20">One in the power that makes thy children free</l>
<l id="d9-p51.21">To follow truth, and thus to follow thee.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="339" id="d9-Page_339" />
<verse id="d9-p51.22">
<l id="d9-p51.23">O clothe us with thy heavenly armor, Lord—</l>
<l id="d9-p51.24">Thy trusty shield, thy sword of love divine:</l>
<l id="d9-p51.25">Our inspiration be thy constant word;</l>
<l id="d9-p51.26">We ask no victories that are not thine:</l>
<l id="d9-p51.27">Give or withhold, let pain or pleasure be,</l>
<l id="d9-p51.28">Enough to know that we are serving thee.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p52">The city of God, says a hymn by Palgrave—of
“The Golden Treasury”—is</p>
<verse id="d9-p52.1">
<l id="d9-p52.2">Where’er the gentle heart</l>
<l id="d9-p52.3">Finds courage from above,</l>
<l id="d9-p52.4">Where’er the heart forsook</l>
<l id="d9-p52.5">Warms with the breath of love,</l>
<l id="d9-p52.6">Where faith bids fear depart,</l>
<l id="d9-p52.7">City of God, thou art.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p52.8">
<l id="d9-p52.9">Where in life’s common ways,</l>
<l id="d9-p52.10">With cheerful feet we go,</l>
<l id="d9-p52.11">Where in his steps we tread</l>
<l id="d9-p52.12">Who trod the way of woe,</l>
<l id="d9-p52.13">Where he is in the heart,</l>
<l id="d9-p52.14">City of God, thou art.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p53">One of the most familiar of modern hymns,
Bishop Heber’s “From Greenland’s Icy Mountains,”
this figures human duty and its fulfilment:</p>
<verse id="d9-p53.1">
<l id="d9-p53.2">They call us to deliver</l>
<l id="d9-p53.3">Their land from error’s chain.</l>
<l id="d9-p53.4"> </l>
<l id="d9-p53.6">Waft, waft, ye wings, his story,</l>
<l id="d9-p53.7">And you, ye waters, roll,</l>
<l id="d9-p53.8">Till like a sea of glory,</l>
<l id="d9-p53.9">It spreads from pole to pole.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="340" id="d9-Page_340" />
<p id="d9-p54">Favorite among the hymns are those of mutual
encouragement and exhortation, such as “Onward,
Christian Soldiers,” “Christian, Dost Thou See
Them?” and “Blest Be the Tie That Binds.”</p>
<p id="d9-p55">The passion of the hymn-book for world-wide enlightenment
and justice and peace is vividly expressed
in some of the best hymns. Especially have
some of the more recent hymns stressed social responsibility
as a direct method of forwarding the
purpose of creation. They expect the world to be
less and less a wilderness of woe; they expect
crooked paths to be made straight for the children
of men, and deserts to blossom as the rose. This
will all come with growing Christian enlightenment
and practice.</p>
<verse id="d9-p55.1">
<l id="d9-p55.2">’Mid the homes of want and woe,</l>
<l id="d9-p55.3">Strangers to the living word,</l>
<l id="d9-p55.4">Let the Saviour’s heralds go,</l>
<l id="d9-p55.5">Let the voice of hope be heard.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p55.6">
<l id="d9-p55.7">To the weary and the worn</l>
<l id="d9-p55.8">Tell the realm where sorrows cease;</l>
<l id="d9-p55.9">To the outcast and forlorn</l>
<l id="d9-p55.10">Speak of mercy and of peace.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p55.11">
<l id="d9-p55.12">Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,</l>
<l id="d9-p55.13">Comfort trouble, banish grief,</l>
<l id="d9-p55.14">In the might of God arrayed,</l>
<l id="d9-p55.15">Scatter sin and unbelief.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p55.16"><i>Bishop Howe.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="341" id="d9-Page_341" />
<p id="d9-p56">One notices the ring of militant evangelism in
these hymns:</p>
<verse id="d9-p56.1">
<l id="d9-p56.2">O Zion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p56.3">
<l id="d9-p56.4"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p56.6">
<l id="d9-p56.7">Behold how many thousands still are lying</l>
<l id="d9-p56.8">Bound in the darksome prison-house of sin.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p56.9">
<l id="d9-p56.10"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p56.12">
<l id="d9-p56.13">Proclaim to every people, tongue and nation</l>
<l id="d9-p56.14">That God in whom they live and move is Love.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p56.15">
<l id="d9-p56.16"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p56.18">
<l id="d9-p56.19">Give thy sons to bear the message glorious;</l>
<l id="d9-p56.20">Give of thy wealth to speed them on their way;</l>
<l id="d9-p56.21">Pour out thy soul for them in prayer victorious.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p56.22">
<l id="d9-p56.23"> </l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p57">When people sing such zealous ideas as these, they
may bring surprising things to pass. This zeal
brings to mind such traveling souls as Livingstone,
John Wesley, Roger Williams, the French priests
among our West and Northwest wilds, St. Augustine
in England, and St. Paul himself smiling over the
catalogue of his missionary hardships.</p>
<p id="d9-p58">Isaac Watts, looking ahead from the end of the
seventeenth century, is confident as to the influences
of such evangels:</p>
<pb n="342" id="d9-Page_342" />
<verse id="d9-p58.1">
<l id="d9-p58.2">People and realms of every tongue</l>
<l id="d9-p58.3">Dwell on his love with sweetest song,</l>
<l id="d9-p58.4">And infant voices shall proclaim</l>
<l id="d9-p58.5">Their early blessings on his name.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p58.6">
<l id="d9-p58.7">Blessings abound where’er he reigns;</l>
<l id="d9-p58.8">The prisoner leaps to loose his chains,</l>
<l id="d9-p58.9">The weary find eternal rest,</l>
<l id="d9-p58.10">And all the sons of want are blest.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p59">Alexander Pope, Roman Catholic contemporary
of non-conforming Watts, writes with equal conviction
and splendor:</p>
<verse id="d9-p59.1">
<l id="d9-p59.2">Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!</l>
<l id="d9-p59.3">Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p59.4">
<l id="d9-p59.5"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p59.7">
<l id="d9-p59.8">See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,</l>
<l id="d9-p59.9">Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p60">William Cullen Bryant writes out of the spirit of
Puritan New England:</p>
<verse id="d9-p60.1">
<l id="d9-p60.2">Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call</l>
<l id="d9-p60.3">The thoughtless with the hardened old,</l>
<l id="d9-p60.4">A wandering flock, to bring them all</l>
<l id="d9-p60.5">To the Good Shepherd’s peaceful fold.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p61">And Samuel Longfellow:</p>
<verse id="d9-p61.1">
<l id="d9-p61.2">O still in accents strong and sweet</l>
<l id="d9-p61.3">Sounds forth the ancient word,</l>
<l id="d9-p61.4">More reapers for the harvest field,</l>
<l id="d9-p61.5">More laborers for the Lord.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="343" id="d9-Page_343" />
<p id="d9-p62">The hymnal Utopia, an ideal city, built to music,
to deep harmonies of grace and truth, is much
spoken of, and it is imaged forth in great light and
splendor. There is a spiritual city, not built with
hands, invisible in the heavens; and there is to be
also on the earth a state built after the celestial
likeness—the Kingdom of Heaven, the City of God.</p>
<p id="d9-p63">To attain this city is the purpose of man’s journey
that he calls life. Individuals may be citizens of the
kingdom, enriched with its privileges and delights
long before the human race in general shall come
to it; at the same time the hymns see the whole
world moving toward it. Hymns new and old announce
the coming kingdom and the City of God.</p>
<verse id="d9-p63.1">
<l id="d9-p63.2">All the world shall come to serve thee,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.3">And bless thy glorious name;</l>
<l id="d9-p63.4">And thy righteousness triumphant</l>
<l id="d9-p63.5">The island shall proclaim.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.6"><i>Israel Zangwill, translated from the Hebrew. “Union Hymnal.”</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.7">
<l id="d9-p63.8">Older sages saw it dimly,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.9">And their joy to madness wrought;</l>
<l id="d9-p63.10">Living men have gazed upon it,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.11">Standing on the hills of thought.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.12"><i>Havelock Ellis.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.13">
<l id="d9-p63.14">O sometimes gleams upon my sight,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.15">Through present wrong, the eternal Right;</l>
<l id="d9-p63.16">And step by step since time began,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.17">I see the steady gain of man.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.18"><i>Whittier.</i></l>
</verse>
<pb n="344" id="d9-Page_344" />
<verse id="d9-p63.19">
<l id="d9-p63.20">And when the strife is fierce, and the warfare long,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.21">Steals on the ear the distant triumph song.</l>
<l id="d9-p63.22">And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.</l>
<l id="d9-p63.23">Alleluia!</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.24"><i>Bishop Howe.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.25">
<l id="d9-p63.26">From step to step it wins its way</l>
<l id="d9-p63.27">Against a world of sin:</l>
<l id="d9-p63.28">Part of the battle-field is won,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.29">And part is yet to win.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.30"><i>William G. Tarrant.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.31">
<l id="d9-p63.32">Thy kingdom come, O Lord,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.33">Wide circling as the sun.</l>
<l id="d9-p63.34">Fulfill of old thy word,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.35">And make the nations one.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.36">
<l id="d9-p63.37">One in the bond of peace,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.38">The service glad and free</l>
<l id="d9-p63.39">Of truth and righteousness,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.40">Of love and equity.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.41">
<l id="d9-p63.42"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.44">
<l id="d9-p63.45">Till rise at last to span</l>
<l id="d9-p63.46">Its firm foundations broad,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.47">The commonwealth of man,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.48">The city of our God.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.49"><i>Frederick L. Hosmer.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.50">
<l id="d9-p63.51">Mercy and truth that long are missed,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.52">Now joyously are met;</l>
<l id="d9-p63.53">Sweet peace and righteousness have kissed,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.54">And hand in hand are set.</l>
</verse>
<pb n="345" id="d9-Page_345" />
<verse id="d9-p63.55">
<l id="d9-p63.56">Truth from the earth, like to a flower,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.57">Shall bud and blossom then,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.58">And justice from her heavenly bower</l>
<l id="d9-p63.59">Look down on mortal men.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.60"><i>John Milton.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.61">
<l id="d9-p63.62">When knowledge, hand in hand with peace,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.63">Shall walk the earth abroad—</l>
<l id="d9-p63.64">The day of perfect righteousness,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.65">The promised day of God.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.66"><i>Frederick L. Hosmer.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.67">
<l id="d9-p63.68">Hail the glorious golden city</l>
<l id="d9-p63.69">Pictured by the seers of old!</l>
<l id="d9-p63.70">Everlasting light shines o’er it,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.71">Wondrous tales of it are told:</l>
<l id="d9-p63.72">Only righteous men and women</l>
<l id="d9-p63.73">Dwell within its gleaming wall;</l>
<l id="d9-p63.74">Wrong is banished from its borders,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.75">Justice reigns supreme o’er all.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.76"><i>Felix Adler.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.77">
<l id="d9-p63.78">Hark, how from men whose lives are held</l>
<l id="d9-p63.79">More cheap than merchandise,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.80">From women straggling sore for bread,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.81">From little children’s cries,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.82">There swells the sobbing human plaint</l>
<l id="d9-p63.83">That bids thy walls arise.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.84">
<l id="d9-p63.85">Give us, O God, the strength to build</l>
<l id="d9-p63.86">The city that hath stood</l>
<l id="d9-p63.87">Too long a dream, whose walls are love,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.88">Whose ways are brotherhood,</l>
<pb n="346" id="d9-Page_346" />
<l id="d9-p63.89">And where the sun that shineth is</l>
<l id="d9-p63.90">God’s grace for human good.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.91"><i>W. Russell Bowie.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.92">
<l id="d9-p63.93">Not throned above the skies,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.94">Not golden walled afar,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.95">But where Christ’s two or three</l>
<l id="d9-p63.96">In his name gathered are,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.97">Be in the midst of them</l>
<l id="d9-p63.98">God’s own Jerusalem!</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.99"><i>Francis Turner Palgrave.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p63.100">
<l id="d9-p63.101">O beautiful for patriot’s dream</l>
<l id="d9-p63.102">That sees beyond the years,</l>
<l id="d9-p63.103">Thine alabaster cities gleam</l>
<l id="d9-p63.104">Undimmed by human tears!</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p63.105"><i>Katherine Lee Bates.</i></l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p64">Some of these hymns have a very modern ring;
and yet their basic idea goes back very far in the
world’s best recorded thought. All the better if it
is spoken in the phrase of modern life.</p>
<p id="d9-p65">Their visions of better times for the human race
in the world, pictured with such reality of conviction,
seem humanly plausible. There are all sorts
of agencies busy. What we call science is a wonderfully
good, if a sometimes pert, servant of God; its
freeing man from the old fears that used to bedevil
his life, from the terrible plagues and famines, from
the grinding toil that blinds the mind and deadens
the spirit—all this is something. Now, with the new
<pb n="347" id="d9-Page_347" />
freedom and leisure and power that man is getting,
the hymn-book thinks, he has most to fear and guard
against himself; he must have purity of heart and
humility of spirit and good will toward man. To
quote from Kipling’s hymn:</p>
<verse id="d9-p65.1">
<l id="d9-p65.2">The tumult and the shouting dies;</l>
<l id="d9-p65.3">The captains and the kings depart;</l>
<l id="d9-p65.4">Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,</l>
<l id="d9-p65.5">An humble and a contrite heart.</l>
<l id="d9-p65.6">Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,</l>
<l id="d9-p65.7">Lest we forget,—lest we forget.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p66">As to the life after death, the hymn-book is triumphantly
certain. Strangely at the darkest point
of human experience, the contemplation of death
and decay, the hymns grow most sanguine.</p>
<verse id="d9-p66.1">
<l id="d9-p66.2">It is not death to bear</l>
<l id="d9-p66.3">The wrench that sets us free</l>
<l id="d9-p66.4">From dungeon chain, to breathe the air</l>
<l id="d9-p66.5">Of boundless liberty.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p66.6">
<l id="d9-p66.7">It is not death to fling</l>
<l id="d9-p66.8">Aside this sinful dust,</l>
<l id="d9-p66.9">And rise on strong exultant wing</l>
<l id="d9-p66.10">To live among the just.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p67">This life at best is very short.</p>
<verse id="d9-p67.1">
<l id="d9-p67.2">Our years are like the shadows</l>
<l id="d9-p67.3">On sunny hills that lie,</l>
<pb n="348" id="d9-Page_348" />
<l id="d9-p67.4">As grasses of the meadow</l>
<l id="d9-p67.5">That blossom but to die;</l>
<l id="d9-p67.6">A sleep, a dream, a story</l>
<l id="d9-p67.7">By strangers quickly told,</l>
<l id="d9-p67.8">An unremaining glory</l>
<l id="d9-p67.9">Of things that soon are old.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p68">And death for the just is but going to a happy and
permanent home.</p>
<verse id="d9-p68.1">
<l id="d9-p68.2">There is a land of pure delight</l>
<l id="d9-p68.3">Where saints immortal reign;</l>
<l id="d9-p68.4">Infinite day excludes the night,</l>
<l id="d9-p68.5">And pleasures banish pain.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p69">But the City of God which the hymns predict will
rise in the earth as the climax of human welfare
and felicity is, they say, only the earthly counterpart
of the celestial City of God.</p>
<verse id="d9-p69.1">
<l id="d9-p69.2">Jerusalem the golden,</l>
<l id="d9-p69.3">With milk and honey blest!</l>
<l id="d9-p69.4">Beneath thy contemplation</l>
<l id="d9-p69.5">Sink heart and soul oppressed:</l>
<l id="d9-p69.6">I know not, O I know not</l>
<l id="d9-p69.7">What joys await us there,</l>
<l id="d9-p69.8">What radiancy of glory,</l>
<l id="d9-p69.9">What bliss beyond compare.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p69.10">
<l id="d9-p69.11">For thee, O dear, dear, country,</l>
<l id="d9-p69.12">Mine eyes their vigils keep,</l>
<pb n="349" id="d9-Page_349" />
<l id="d9-p69.13">For very love beholding</l>
<l id="d9-p69.14">Thy happy name, they weep.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p69.15">
<l id="d9-p69.16"> </l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p69.18">
<l id="d9-p69.19">O Mother dear, Jerusalem,</l>
<l id="d9-p69.20">When shall I come to thee?</l>
<l id="d9-p69.21">When shall my sorrows have an end?</l>
<l id="d9-p69.22">Thy joys when shall I see?</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p69.23">
<l id="d9-p69.24">O happy harbor of the saints!</l>
<l id="d9-p69.25">O sweet and pleasant soil!</l>
<l id="d9-p69.26">In thee no sorrow may be found,</l>
<l id="d9-p69.27">No grief, no care, no toil.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p69.28">
<l id="d9-p69.29">Thy gardens and thy gallant walks</l>
<l id="d9-p69.30">Continually are green;</l>
<l id="d9-p69.31">There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers</l>
<l id="d9-p69.32">As nowhere else are seen.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p70">The most familiar figure portraying the ultimate
destiny of the human soul is that of singing praises
to God with the accompaniment of harps around the
throne in the holy city. It is an attempt to picture
the ultimate height of duty achieved and therefore
the ultimate height of felicity.</p>
<verse id="d9-p70.1">
<l id="d9-p70.2">Ten thousand times ten thousand</l>
<l id="d9-p70.3">In sparkling raiment bright,</l>
<l id="d9-p70.4">The armies of the ransomed saints</l>
<l id="d9-p70.5">Throng up the steeps of light:</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p70.6">
<l id="d9-p70.7">’Tis finished, all is finished,</l>
<l id="d9-p70.8">Their fight with death and sin;</l>
<pb n="350" id="d9-Page_350" />
<l id="d9-p70.9">Fling open wide the gates of gold,</l>
<l id="d9-p70.10">And let the victors in.</l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p70.11">
<l id="d9-p70.12">What rush of alleluias</l>
<l id="d9-p70.13">Fills all the earth and sky!</l>
<l id="d9-p70.14">What ringing of a thousand harps</l>
<l id="d9-p70.15">Bespeaks the triumph nigh!</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p70.16"><i>Henry Alford.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p70.17">
<l id="d9-p70.18">From every clime and kindred</l>
<l id="d9-p70.19">And nations from afar,</l>
<l id="d9-p70.20">As serried ranks returning home</l>
<l id="d9-p70.21">In triumph from a war,</l>
<l id="d9-p70.22">I heard the saints upraising,</l>
<l id="d9-p70.23">The myriad hosts among,</l>
<l id="d9-p70.24">In praise of him who dies and lives</l>
<l id="d9-p70.25">Their one glad triumph song.</l>
<l class="lr" id="d9-p70.26"><i>G. Thring.</i></l>
</verse>
<verse id="d9-p70.27">
<l id="d9-p70.28">To thee all angels cry aloud;</l>
<l id="d9-p70.29">The heavens and all the powers therein;</l>
<l id="d9-p70.30">To thee cherubim and seraphim continually do cry.</l>
</verse>
<p id="d9-p71">This trope of singing hymns has been since misty
ancient times the most acceptable symbol that poets
could find of the idea. But a symbol is no more than
a symbol. The too literal mind is sure to find
trouble with the figure; yet there is great call to
thought in it. The harp means music, and that implies
sweetness, harmony, order—diversity becoming
higher unity. Human souls in concord with
celestial harps will be as notes in divine music, each
<pb n="351" id="d9-Page_351" />
itself, and all a perfect unity, a harmony of praise.
Praise. It seems safe to say that from the time
when one of mankind first looked up with a gleam
of intelligence in his eyes, this matter of ascribing
worthship has been an important concern of his life;
according to the records, it has occupied much of
the time and attention of various peoples—it is in
most languages the first syllable of recorded thought.
And it has doubtless been one of man’s most practically
useful occupations.</p>
<p id="d9-p72">For praise is looking up with admiration and love
to an ideal. It is prizing superior might, intellect,
or beauty. It is a contemplation of perfection, or
of the best ascertained idea of perfection, with a
firing of the emotion to delight and acclamation, and
a stirring of the will to approach, to emulate, and to
find union with that perfection. Contemplation
calls the ideal Truth. The will names it Duty.
The emotion calls it Beauty as the high object of its
delight.</p>
<p id="d9-p73">And the use of praise—the practical effect of this
contemplation and acclamation of what is higher,
this finding of something to raise the eyes unto, to
wonder at, and to rise toward—has been to furnish
a desirable end to otherwise confused and divergent
trails of life, to raise a unifying standard, and to
give to mankind a common view of what Plato calls
“the road of their longing and the quality of their
souls.”</p>
<p id="d9-p74">Contemplation of higher perfection with love and
<pb n="352" id="d9-Page_352" />
delight, that is praise, and that is what the hymnal
images as the highest employment of the soul; and
that is the heart of the hymn-book.</p>
<p id="d9-p75">The symbol of praise in the form of song looks
especially toward emotion which man puts into
melody of tone and rhythm. Song is the blossoming
of emotion. Here the whole is typified by its
flower, joy in the contemplation of all-pervading
Good raising the voice into lyric beauty. Significant,
too, is the detail picturing the lyric acclaim as
being also choric. This is a most social and catholic
figure conceiving souls at the highest employment
and in joyful concord.</p>
<p id="d9-p76">The details of the figures, gold and precious
stones, white garments, palms, and crowns, have
been dimmed by custom; yet they have thrilled
people for ages, and are still to sensitive imaginations
full of richness and splendor of meaning.
The hymn means by jewels, doubtless, freedom from
all conceivable poverty; by white garments, the
cleanness which humanity really has in mind for
itself and longs for; by palms, the triumph of the
soul’s faculties; by crowns, the hope of the earth
toward which democracy is stretching its hands—the
hope that every man shall be free, absolute
rightful monarch of his own being, respecting his
neighbor’s kingship as his own—a divine democracy
where all are crowned royalty. This is not the
citizenry of old begging friars and anemic clerks that
the young cavalier feared to find in heaven; the lowest
of this citizenry is grander than all medieval
<pb n="353" id="d9-Page_353" />
knights and ladies and kings and queens whatsoever.
And the holy city is no outpost, but the capital center
of all might, holy benevolence, spotless grace, and
immortal joy.</p>
<p id="d9-p77">These dreams and visions of the hymn-book are
so plausible and beautiful that unlettered folk take
them as words of truth and hope, and hold them always
in their memory; yet there is no mind so strong
of wing that it is not challenged by these songs to
soar to heights beyond its reach. The harmony of
the hymnal voices, too, is symbolic of the harmony
it would foster among men. In the hymn-book the
parties, the Anglicans, Baptists, Unitarians, Methodists,
Roman Catholics, Eastern Catholics, Lutherans,
Presbyterians, and some members of no
church, are together in deep accord. Its greatest
contributor is a Jewish king. Augustine, Bernard
of Cluny, Isaac Watts, and John Mason Neale were
far apart in time and circumstance, but very near
together in “Te Deum Laudamus,” “Urbs Beata
Hierusalem,” “Jesus Shall Reign,” and “Jerusalem
the Golden.” Wesley and Toplady did not
agree in some dogmas; but they sing with wonderful
harmony in “Rock of Ages” and “Jesus, Lover of
My Soul.” Newman the Roman Catholic and Mrs.
Adams the Unitarian were far apart in circumstance
but near together in “Lead, Kindly Light” and
“Nearer, My God, to Thee.” Thomas Aquinas and
Martin Luther are side by side in sweet accord when
they sing songs of prayer and praise to God. The
hymn-book is a great book for faith, hope, and
<pb n="354" id="d9-Page_354" />
charity—and especially for charity, the greatest
of these.</p>
<p id="d9-p78">Now to summarize the teachings of this elect book
of lyric poetry—this popular lyric manual of philosophy,
ethics, and esthetics—about the beginning and
end of all things: The beginning and end is God,
and God is infinitely good, and the universe is therefore
ordered and safe. He images forth his nature
and will in the spheres that move to music and in
the harmonies of a wind-flower beside the road; but
above all other images of Him is man himself. And
man, says the hymn-book, has the duty of fulfilling
the will of God concerning him. But he is so God-like
as to be free. He may go right or wrong, toward
death and destruction or toward life and endless
freedom and felicity.</p>
<p id="d9-p79">This is the body of the hymn-book. Its terse and
apt injunctions to duty, its harmonious phrases
speaking calmness of mind and steadiness of purpose,
its gentle and graceful verses winning folk to
peace and charity with their neighbors, its prayer
for all sorts and conditions of men as brothers, its
stern warnings, its ringing calls to uprightness and
purity of life, its sweet rhythms of consolation and
hope—all these things, sung by mothers to their children,
learned, as our fine English idiom says, by
heart, illuminated and colored by memorable airs
and by recollections of scenes familiar and dear, hallowed
often with memories of solemn and exalted
experiences—make the hymn an invaluable force for
good, and an ever-fresh inspiration to grace and
comeliness of life.</p>
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<h2 id="c10">BIBLIOGRAPHY</h2>
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<dt id="biblio-p1.79">1898Robertson, James. The Poetry and Religion of the Psalms. Dodd, Mead &amp; Co., New York.</dt>
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<dt id="biblio-p1.91">1902Dickenson, Edward. Music in the History of the Church. Scribners, New York.</dt>
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<dt id="biblio-p1.117">1909Alden, R. M. Introduction to Poetry. Henry Holt &amp; Co., New York.</dt>
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<dt id="biblio-p1.129">1912Campbell, Duncan. Hymns and Hymn Makers. Black, London.</dt>
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<dd id="biblio-p1.152">Oxford Book of English Mystical Poets, Compiled by D. H. S. Nicholson and A. H. E. Lee. The Clarendon Press, Oxford.</dd>
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<dt id="biblio-p1.155">1919Osmond, Percy H. The Mystical Poets of the English Church. Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, London.</dt>
<dd id="biblio-p1.157">Price, Carl F. The Music and Hymnody of the Methodist Hymnal. The Methodist Book Concern, New York.</dd>
<dt id="biblio-p1.158">1920Wendell, Barrett. The Traditions of European Literature from Homer to Dante. Scribner’s Sons, New York.</dt>
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<dt id="biblio-p1.162">1921Poteat, Hubert McNeill. Practical Hymnology. Boston.</dt>
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<pb n="363" id="index-Page_363" />
<h2 id="c11">INDEX</h2>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.1">
<dt id="index-p0.2">Abelard <a href="#Page_23" id="index-p0.3">23</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.4">“Abide with Me” <a href="#Page_34" id="index-p0.5">34</a>, <a href="#Page_232" id="index-p0.6">232</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.7">Adams, John <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.8">10</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.9">Adams, John Quincy <a href="#Page_11" id="index-p0.10">11</a>, <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.11">26</a>, <a href="#Page_249" id="index-p0.12">249</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.13">Adams, Sarah Fowler <a href="#Page_35" id="index-p0.14">35</a>, <a href="#Page_198" id="index-p0.15">198</a>, <a href="#Page_287" id="index-p0.16">287</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.17">“Adeste Fideles” <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.18">88</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.19">Addison, Joseph <a href="#Page_19" id="index-p0.20">19</a>, <a href="#Page_20" id="index-p0.21">20</a>, <a href="#Page_100" id="index-p0.22">100</a>, <a href="#Page_199" id="index-p0.23">199</a>, <a href="#Page_323" id="index-p0.24">323</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.25">Adler, Felix <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.26">318</a>, <a href="#Page_345" id="index-p0.27">345</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.28">“A few more years shall roll” <a href="#Page_290" id="index-p0.29">290</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.30">Alford, Henry <a href="#Page_350" id="index-p0.31">350</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.32">Alfred the Great <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.33">13</a>, <a href="#Page_14" id="index-p0.34">14</a>, <a href="#Page_92" id="index-p0.35">92</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.36">Ainger, Arthur C. <a href="#Page_311" id="index-p0.37">311</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.38">“Ainsworth’s Psalms” <a href="#Page_137" id="index-p0.39">137</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.40">“All hail the power of Jesus’ name” <a href="#Page_195" id="index-p0.41">195</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.42">“All praise to thee, my God, this night” <a href="#Page_110" id="index-p0.43">110</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.44">Ambrose <a href="#Page_14" id="index-p0.45">14</a>, <a href="#Page_77" id="index-p0.46">77</a>, <a href="#Page_209" id="index-p0.47">209</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.48">“American Hymnal, The” <a href="#Page_6" id="index-p0.49">6</a>, <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.50">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.51">178</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.52">“A mighty fortress” <a href="#Page_265" id="index-p0.53">265</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.54">“Analecta Hymnica Medii Ævi” <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.55">83</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.56">Ancient hymns <a href="#Page_52" id="index-p0.57">52</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.58">“Anthologia Graeca Carminum Christianorum” <a href="#Page_75" id="index-p0.59">75</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.60">Arygll, Duke of <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.61">318</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.62">“Army and Navy Hymnal, The” <a href="#Page_6" id="index-p0.63">6</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.64">Arnold, Matthew <a href="#Page_21" id="index-p0.65">21</a>, <a href="#Page_22" id="index-p0.66">22</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.67">“Art thou weary, art thou languid?” <a href="#Page_261" id="index-p0.68">261</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.69">Ashurst, Sir William <a href="#Page_9" id="index-p0.70">9</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.71">“Awake, my soul, and with, the sun,” <a href="#Page_110" id="index-p0.72">110</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.73">“Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve” <a href="#Page_185" id="index-p0.74">185</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.75">
<dt id="index-p0.76">Baker, Rev. Sir Henry <a href="#Page_134" id="index-p0.77">134</a>, <a href="#Page_292" id="index-p0.78">292</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.79">Bacon, Francis <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.80">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.81">Balfour, F. H. <a href="#Page_273" id="index-p0.82">273</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.83">“Baptist Hymnal, The” <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.84">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.85">178</a>, <a href="#Page_227" id="index-p0.86">227</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.87">Bardesanes <a href="#Page_63" id="index-p0.88">63</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.89">Baring-Gould, Sabine <a href="#Page_298" id="index-p0.90">298</a>, <a href="#Page_325" id="index-p0.91">325</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.92">Bates, Katherine Lee <a href="#Page_46" id="index-p0.93">46</a>, <a href="#Page_346" id="index-p0.94">346</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.95">“Battle Hymn of the Republic” <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.96">12</a>, <a href="#Page_307" id="index-p0.97">307</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.98">“Bay Psalm-Book” <a href="#Page_8" id="index-p0.99">8</a>, <a href="#Page_16" id="index-p0.100">16</a>, <a href="#Page_43" id="index-p0.101">43</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.102">Bede, the Venerable <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.103">12</a>, <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.104">13</a>, <a href="#Page_92" id="index-p0.105">92</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.106">“Before Jehovah’s awful throne” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.107">28</a>, <a href="#Page_168" id="index-p0.108">168</a>, <a href="#Page_182" id="index-p0.109">182</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.110">“Beneath the Cross of Jesus” <a href="#Page_309" id="index-p0.111">309</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.112">Bernard of Cluny <a href="#Page_23" id="index-p0.113">23</a>, <a href="#Page_84" id="index-p0.114">84</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.115">Bernard of Clairvaux <a href="#Page_23" id="index-p0.116">23</a>, <a href="#Page_85" id="index-p0.117">85</a>, <a href="#Page_263" id="index-p0.118">263</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.119">Blake, William <a href="#Page_279" id="index-p0.120">279</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.121">“Blest be the tie that Binds” <a href="#Page_192" id="index-p0.122">192</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.123">Blume, Clement <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.124">83</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.125">Bonar, Horatio <a href="#Page_290" id="index-p0.126">290</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.127">“Book of Praise” <a href="#Page_21" id="index-p0.128">21</a>, <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.129">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.130">178</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.131">Bowring, Sir John <a href="#Page_237" id="index-p0.132">237</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.133">Borthwick, Jane <a href="#Page_267" id="index-p0.134">267</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.135">Boynton, Percy H. <a href="#Page_23" id="index-p0.136">23</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.137">“Bread of the world in mercy broken” <a href="#Page_218" id="index-p0.138">218</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.139">“Break Thou the bread of life” <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.140">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.141">Breed, David <a href="#Page_118" id="index-p0.142">118</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.143">Bridges, Robert <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.144">29</a>, <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.145">318</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.146">“Brightest and best of the sons of the morning” <a href="#Page_218" id="index-p0.147">218</a>, <a href="#Page_244" id="index-p0.148">244</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.149">Brooks, Bishop Phillips <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.150">26</a>, <a href="#Page_307" id="index-p0.151">307</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.152">Brown, Carleton F. <a href="#Page_93" id="index-p0.153">93</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.154">Browne, Sir Thomas <a href="#Page_109" id="index-p0.155">109</a>, <a href="#Page_165" id="index-p0.156">165</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.157">Browning, Elizabeth Barrett <a href="#Page_281" id="index-p0.158">281</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.159">Browning, Robert <a href="#Page_30" id="index-p0.160">30</a>, <a href="#Page_276" id="index-p0.161">276</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.162">Bryant, William Cullen <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.163">26</a>, <a href="#Page_247" id="index-p0.164">247</a>, <a href="#Page_299" id="index-p0.165">299</a>, <a href="#Page_342" id="index-p0.166">342</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.167">Bulwer-Lytton <a href="#Page_188" id="index-p0.168">188</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.169">Burgess, Henry <a href="#Page_64" id="index-p0.170">64</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.171">Burke, Edmund <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.172">27</a>, <a href="#Page_274" id="index-p0.173">274</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.174">Burns, Robert <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.175">13</a>, <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.176">27</a>, <a href="#Page_162" id="index-p0.177">162</a>, <a href="#Page_206" id="index-p0.178">206</a>, <a href="#Page_207" id="index-p0.179">207</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.180">“By cool Siloam’s shady rill” <a href="#Page_218" id="index-p0.181">218</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.182">Byrd, William <a href="#Page_126" id="index-p0.183">126</a>, <a href="#Page_128" id="index-p0.184">128</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.185">Byron, Lord <a href="#Page_211" id="index-p0.186">211</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.187">
<dt id="index-p0.188">Caedmon’s Hymn <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.189">12</a>, <a href="#Page_91" id="index-p0.190">91</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.191">“Calm on the listening ear of night” <a href="#Page_250" id="index-p0.192">250</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.193">Calvin, John <a href="#Page_117" id="index-p0.194">117</a>, <a href="#Page_120" id="index-p0.195">120</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.196">“Candle-lighting Hymn, The” <a href="#Page_71" id="index-p0.197">71</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.198">Carlyle, Thomas <a href="#Page_264" id="index-p0.199">264</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.200">Cary, Phoebe <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.201">26</a>, <a href="#Page_286" id="index-p0.202">286</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.203">Catherine de’ Medici <a href="#Page_117" id="index-p0.204">117</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.205">Caswall, Edward <a href="#Page_262" id="index-p0.206">262</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.207">Charlemagne <a href="#Page_14" id="index-p0.208">14</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.209">“Catholic Encyclopedia” <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.210">83</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.211">Chatfield, A. W. <a href="#Page_72" id="index-p0.212">72</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.213">Chadwick, John <a href="#Page_338" id="index-p0.214">338</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.215">Chaucer <a href="#Page_86" id="index-p0.216">86</a>, <a href="#Page_192" id="index-p0.217">192</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.218">Chesterton, G. K. <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.219">318</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.220">Christ, and Paranikos <a href="#Page_75" id="index-p0.221">75</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.222">“Christian, dost thou see them” <a href="#Page_260" id="index-p0.223">260</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.224">“Christians, awake salute the happy morn” <a href="#Page_214" id="index-p0.225">214</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.226">“Christ the Lord is risen today” <a href="#Page_177" id="index-p0.227">177</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.228">Chrysostom <a href="#Page_63" id="index-p0.229">63</a>, <a href="#Page_68" id="index-p0.230">68</a>, <a href="#Page_209" id="index-p0.231">209</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.232">Clement of Alexandria <a href="#Page_71" id="index-p0.233">71</a>, <a href="#Page_81" id="index-p0.234">81</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.235">Clephane, Elizabeth <a href="#Page_309" id="index-p0.236">309</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.237">Coffin, Henry Sloan <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.238">318</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.239">Columbus <a href="#Page_8" id="index-p0.240">8</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.241">“Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire” <a href="#Page_82" id="index-p0.242">82</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.243">“Come oh thou traveler unknown” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.244">28</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.245">“Come ye disconsolate” <a href="#Page_208" id="index-p0.246">208</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.247">“Commit thou all thy ways” <a href="#Page_184" id="index-p0.248">184</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.249">Cook, Albert S. <a href="#Page_92" id="index-p0.250">92</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.251">“Cotter’s Saturday Night” <a href="#Page_14" id="index-p0.252">14</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.253">Coverdale, Bishop <a href="#Page_119" id="index-p0.254">119</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.255">Cowper, William <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.256">27</a>, <a href="#Page_36" id="index-p0.257">36</a>, <a href="#Page_45" id="index-p0.258">45</a>, <a href="#Page_185" id="index-p0.259">185</a>, <a href="#Page_201" id="index-p0.260">201</a>, <a href="#Page_323" id="index-p0.261">323</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.262">Crashaw, Richard <a href="#Page_104" id="index-p0.263">104</a>, <a href="#Page_131" id="index-p0.264">131</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.265">Crosby, Fanny J. Van Alstyne <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.266">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.267">“Crossing the Bar” <a href="#Page_30" id="index-p0.268">30</a>, <a href="#Page_276" id="index-p0.269">276</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.270">
<dt id="index-p0.271">Darwin, Charles <a href="#Page_179" id="index-p0.272">179</a>, <a href="#Page_289" id="index-p0.273">289</a>, <a href="#Page_332" id="index-p0.274">332</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.275">David <a href="#Page_52" id="index-p0.276">52</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.277">Davidson, Francis <a href="#Page_128" id="index-p0.278">128</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.279">“Dear Lord and Father of Mankind” <a href="#Page_303" id="index-p0.280">303</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.281">Dictionary of Hymnology <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.282">28</a>, <a href="#Page_82" id="index-p0.283">82</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.284">“Dies Irae” <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.285">15</a>, <a href="#Page_45" id="index-p0.286">45</a>, <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.287">83</a>, <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.288">88</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.289">D’Israeli, Isaac <a href="#Page_118" id="index-p0.290">118</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.291">Doane, Bishop <a href="#Page_248" id="index-p0.292">248</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.293">Doddridge, Philip <a href="#Page_185" id="index-p0.294">185</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.295">Donne, John <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.296">27</a>, <a href="#Page_127" id="index-p0.297">127</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.298">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.299">Drayton, Michael <a href="#Page_99" id="index-p0.300">99</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.301">Dreves, and Blume <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.302">83</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.303">Drummond of Hawthornden <a href="#Page_100" id="index-p0.304">100</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.305">Dryden, John <a href="#Page_204" id="index-p0.306">204</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.307">Dwight, Timothy <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.308">10</a>, <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.309">26</a>, <a href="#Page_245" id="index-p0.310">245</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.311">
<dt id="index-p0.312">Edmeston, James <a href="#Page_239" id="index-p0.313">239</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.314">Edward VI <a href="#Page_121" id="index-p0.315">121</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.316">“Ein feste burg” <a href="#Page_264" id="index-p0.317">264</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.318">Ellerton, John <a href="#Page_297" id="index-p0.319">297</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.320">Elliott, Charlotte <a href="#Page_284" id="index-p0.321">284</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.322">Ellis, Havelock <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.323">318</a>, <a href="#Page_343" id="index-p0.324">343</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.325">Elizabeth, Mother of John the Baptist <a href="#Page_54" id="index-p0.326">54</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.327">Ephrem, Syrus <a href="#Page_63" id="index-p0.328">63</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.329">Eusebius <a href="#Page_62" id="index-p0.330">62</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.331">
<dt id="index-p0.332">Faber, Frederick <a href="#Page_254" id="index-p0.333">254</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.334">“Fair is the Meadow” <a href="#Page_269" id="index-p0.335">269</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.336">“Faith of our fathers” <a href="#Page_254" id="index-p0.337">254</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.338">“Father, what e’er of earthly bliss” <a href="#Page_208" id="index-p0.339">208</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.340">Fawcett, John <a href="#Page_192" id="index-p0.341">192</a>, <a href="#Page_194" id="index-p0.342">194</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.343">“F. B. P.” <a href="#Page_96" id="index-p0.344">96</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.345">“Fight the good fight” <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.346">29</a>, <a href="#Page_298" id="index-p0.347">298</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.348">Findlater, Sarah Borthwick <a href="#Page_267" id="index-p0.349">267</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.350">Fletcher, Phineas <a href="#Page_101" id="index-p0.351">101</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.352">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.353">“Fling out the banner” <a href="#Page_248" id="index-p0.354">248</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.355">“For all thy Saints who from their labors rest” <a href="#Page_292" id="index-p0.356">292</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.357">Fortunatus <a href="#Page_82" id="index-p0.358">82</a>, <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.359">88</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.360">Franklin, Benjamin <a href="#Page_11" id="index-p0.361">11</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.362">“From every stormy wind that blows” <a href="#Page_239" id="index-p0.363">239</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.364">“From Greenland’s icy mountains” <a href="#Page_219" id="index-p0.365">219</a>, <a href="#Page_339" id="index-p0.366">339</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.367">
<dt id="index-p0.368">Gannett, W. C. <a href="#Page_301" id="index-p0.369">301</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.370">Garfield, James A. <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.371">12</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.372">Gascoigne, George <a href="#Page_127" id="index-p0.373">127</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.374">George, the Third <a href="#Page_180" id="index-p0.375">180</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.376">Gerhardt, Paul <a href="#Page_182" id="index-p0.377">182</a>, <a href="#Page_266" id="index-p0.378">266</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.379">German Hymns <a href="#Page_87" id="index-p0.380">87</a>, <a href="#Page_164" id="index-p0.381">164</a>, <a href="#Page_181" id="index-p0.382">181</a>, <a href="#Page_245" id="index-p0.383">245</a>, <a href="#Page_263" id="index-p0.384">263</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.385">Germanicus <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.386">13</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.387">“Geneva Hymn Book” <a href="#Page_118" id="index-p0.388">118</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.389">Gilder, Richard Watson <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.390">26</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.391">“Give to the winds thy fears” <a href="#Page_182" id="index-p0.392">182</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.393">Gladstone, William E. <a href="#Page_298" id="index-p0.394">298</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.395">Gloria in Excelsis Deo <a href="#Page_8" id="index-p0.396">8</a>, <a href="#Page_76" id="index-p0.397">76</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.398">“Gloria Laus et Honor” <a href="#Page_25" id="index-p0.399">25</a>, <a href="#Page_262" id="index-p0.400">262</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.401">“Gloria Patri” <a href="#Page_60" id="index-p0.402">60</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.403">“Go labor on” <a href="#Page_290" id="index-p0.404">290</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.405">“God moves in a mysterious way” <a href="#Page_201" id="index-p0.406">201</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.407">“Golden Treasury, The” <a href="#Page_21" id="index-p0.408">21</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.409">“Goostly Psalms” <a href="#Page_119" id="index-p0.410">119</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.411">Grant, Sir Robert <a href="#Page_242" id="index-p0.412">242</a>, <a href="#Page_323" id="index-p0.413">323</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.414">Great Northwest, Opens with hymn singing <a href="#Page_9" id="index-p0.415">9</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.416">Greek Hymns <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.417">15</a>, <a href="#Page_71" id="index-p0.418">71</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.419">Gregory of Nazianzus <a href="#Page_71" id="index-p0.420">71</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.421">“Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah” <a href="#Page_213" id="index-p0.422">213</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.423">Gurney, Mrs. <a href="#Page_228" id="index-p0.424">228</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.425">Guyon, Madame <a href="#Page_36" id="index-p0.426">36</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.427">
<dt id="index-p0.428">Hale, Edward E. <a href="#Page_301" id="index-p0.429">301</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.430">Harding, W. G. <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.431">12</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.432">“Hark, hark, my soul” <a href="#Page_257" id="index-p0.433">257</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.434">“Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes” <a href="#Page_186" id="index-p0.435">186</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.436">“Hark, the herald angels sing” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.437">28</a>, <a href="#Page_177" id="index-p0.438">177</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.439">Harvard College <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.440">10</a>, <a href="#Page_140" id="index-p0.441">140</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.442">Hay, John <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.443">26</a>, <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.444">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.445">Heber, Bishop Reginald <a href="#Page_215" id="index-p0.446">215</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.447">Hebrew Singing <a href="#Page_14" id="index-p0.448">14</a>, <a href="#Page_58" id="index-p0.449">58</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.450">Hedges, F. H. <a href="#Page_264" id="index-p0.451">264</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.452">“He giveth His beloved sleep” <a href="#Page_281" id="index-p0.453">281</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.454">Henry VIII <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.455">13</a>, <a href="#Page_124" id="index-p0.456">124</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.457">Herbert, George <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.458">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.459">Herrick, Robert <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.460">27</a>, <a href="#Page_39" id="index-p0.461">39</a>, <a href="#Page_40" id="index-p0.462">40</a>, <a href="#Page_58" id="index-p0.463">58</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.464">Hewitt, T. B. <a href="#Page_266" id="index-p0.465">266</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.466">Higginson, Thomas W. <a href="#Page_329" id="index-p0.467">329</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.468">Hilary of Poitiers <a href="#Page_76" id="index-p0.469">76</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.470">Holland, J. G. <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.471">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.472">Holmes, Oliver Wendell <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.473">26</a>, <a href="#Page_33" id="index-p0.474">33</a>, <a href="#Page_243" id="index-p0.475">243</a>, <a href="#Page_299" id="index-p0.476">299</a>, <a href="#Page_321" id="index-p0.477">321</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.478">“Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty” <a href="#Page_221" id="index-p0.479">221</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.480">Hopkins, Sir John <a href="#Page_126" id="index-p0.481">126</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.482">Hopkins, and Sternhold <a href="#Page_121" id="index-p0.483">121</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.484">Hosmer, F. L. <a href="#Page_301" id="index-p0.485">301</a>, <a href="#Page_324" id="index-p0.486">324</a>, <a href="#Page_344" id="index-p0.487">344</a>, <a href="#Page_345" id="index-p0.488">345</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.489">How, Bishop <a href="#Page_292" id="index-p0.490">292</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.491">“How firm a foundation” <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.492">12</a>, <a href="#Page_214" id="index-p0.493">214</a>, <a href="#Page_336" id="index-p0.494">336</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.495">“How gentle God’s commands” <a href="#Page_185" id="index-p0.496">185</a>, <a href="#Page_191" id="index-p0.497">191</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.498">Howe, Julia Ward <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.499">12</a>, <a href="#Page_307" id="index-p0.500">307</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.501">Hunnis, William <a href="#Page_127" id="index-p0.502">127</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.503">“Hush, my child, lie still and slumber” <a href="#Page_140" id="index-p0.504">140</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.505">“Hymnal for American Youth” <a href="#Page_6" id="index-p0.506">6</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.507">“The Hymnal” (Presbyterian) <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.508">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.509">178</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.510">“The Hymnal” (Protestant Episcopal) <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.511">160</a>, <a href="#Page_227" id="index-p0.512">227</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.513">Hymn-book, defined <a href="#Page_6" id="index-p0.514">6</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.515">Hymn, defined <a href="#Page_6" id="index-p0.516">6</a>, <a href="#Page_32" id="index-p0.517">32</a>, <a href="#Page_40" id="index-p0.518">40</a>, <a href="#Page_112" id="index-p0.519">112</a>, <a href="#Page_187" id="index-p0.520">187</a>, <a href="#Page_227" id="index-p0.521">227</a>, <a href="#Page_293" id="index-p0.522">293</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.523">“Hymns Ancient and Modern” <a href="#Page_4" id="index-p0.524">4</a>, <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.525">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.526">178</a>, <a href="#Page_210" id="index-p0.527">210</a>, <a href="#Page_227" id="index-p0.528">227</a>, <a href="#Page_293" id="index-p0.529">293</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.530">“Hymns from the land of Luther” <a href="#Page_207" id="index-p0.531">207</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.532">“Hymns of the living church” <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.533">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.534">178</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.535">“Hymns of Worship and Service” <a href="#Page_6" id="index-p0.536">6</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.537">
<dt id="index-p0.538">“I heard the voice of Jesus say” <a href="#Page_290" id="index-p0.539">290</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.540">“I love thy kingdom, lord” <a href="#Page_246" id="index-p0.541">246</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.542">“I love to tell the story” <a href="#Page_311" id="index-p0.543">311</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.544">“In heavenly love abiding” <a href="#Page_283" id="index-p0.545">283</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.546">“In Memoriam” <a href="#Page_30" id="index-p0.547">30</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.548">“In the Cross of Christ I glory” <a href="#Page_237" id="index-p0.549">237</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.550">Indians <a href="#Page_9" id="index-p0.551">9</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.552">“It came upon a midnight clear” <a href="#Page_250" id="index-p0.553">250</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.554">
<dt id="index-p0.555">James I of England <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.556">13</a>, <a href="#Page_129" id="index-p0.557">129</a>, <a href="#Page_134" id="index-p0.558">134</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.559">Jefferson, Thomas <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.560">10</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.561">“Jerusalem, my happy home” <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.562">83</a>, <a href="#Page_96" id="index-p0.563">96</a>, <a href="#Page_270" id="index-p0.564">270</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.565">“Jerusalem, the golden” <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.566">83</a>, <a href="#Page_262" id="index-p0.567">262</a>, <a href="#Page_348" id="index-p0.568">348</a>, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.569">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.570">“Jesus calls us o’er the tumult” <a href="#Page_284" id="index-p0.571">284</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.572">“Jesus, Lover of my soul” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.573">28</a>, <a href="#Page_168" id="index-p0.574">168</a>-173, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.575">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.576">“Jesus shall reign where’er the sun” <a href="#Page_152" id="index-p0.577">152</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.578">“Jesus the very thought of thee” <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.579">83</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.580">Jocopone de Todi <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.581">88</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.582">Johnson, Samuel <a href="#Page_301" id="index-p0.583">301</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.584">Johnson, Dr. Samuel <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.585">15</a>, <a href="#Page_19" id="index-p0.586">19</a>, <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.587">26</a>, <a href="#Page_39" id="index-p0.588">39</a>, <a href="#Page_179" id="index-p0.589">179</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.590">Jonson, Ben <a href="#Page_102" id="index-p0.591">102</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.592"><a href="http://ccel.org/ccel/julian_j" id="index-p0.593">Julian, John</a> <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.594">28</a>, <a href="#Page_82" id="index-p0.595">82</a>, <a href="#Page_140" id="index-p0.596">140</a>, <a href="#Page_173" id="index-p0.597">173</a>, <a href="#Page_264" id="index-p0.598">264</a>, <a href="#Page_270" id="index-p0.599">270</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.600">“Just as I am, without one plea” <a href="#Page_285" id="index-p0.601">285</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.602">
<dt id="index-p0.603">Keble, John <a href="#Page_228" id="index-p0.604">228</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.605">Ken, Bishop <a href="#Page_110" id="index-p0.606">110</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.607">Ker, “The Dark Ages” <a href="#Page_84" id="index-p0.608">84</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.609">Key, Francis Scott <a href="#Page_248" id="index-p0.610">248</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.611">Kingsley, Charles <a href="#Page_298" id="index-p0.612">298</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.613">Kipling, Rudyard <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.614">29</a>, <a href="#Page_312" id="index-p0.615">312</a>, <a href="#Page_347" id="index-p0.616">347</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.617">
<dt id="index-p0.618">Lanier, Sidney <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.619">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.620">La Salle <a href="#Page_9" id="index-p0.621">9</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.622">Lathbury, Mary <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.623">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.624">Latin hymns <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.625">15</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.626">“Lead kindly light” <a href="#Page_198" id="index-p0.627">198</a>, <a href="#Page_233" id="index-p0.628">233</a>, <a href="#Page_234" id="index-p0.629">234</a>, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.630">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.631">Lee, Robert E. <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.632">12</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.633">“Let us with a gladsome mind” <a href="#Page_31" id="index-p0.634">31</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.635">Lincoln, Abraham <a href="#Page_7" id="index-p0.636">7</a>, <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.637">12</a>, <a href="#Page_243" id="index-p0.638">243</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.639">“Lo, he comes with clouds descending” <a href="#Page_177" id="index-p0.640">177</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.641">Loe, William <a href="#Page_131" id="index-p0.642">131</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.643">Longfellow, Henry W. <a href="#Page_300" id="index-p0.644">300</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.645">Longfellow, Samuel <a href="#Page_301" id="index-p0.646">301</a>, <a href="#Page_342" id="index-p0.647">342</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.648">“Love divine, all love excelling” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.649">28</a>, <a href="#Page_168" id="index-p0.650">168</a>, <a href="#Page_176" id="index-p0.651">176</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.652">Lowell, J. R. <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.653">26</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.654">Luther, Martin <a href="#Page_120" id="index-p0.655">120</a>, <a href="#Page_209" id="index-p0.656">209</a>, <a href="#Page_264" id="index-p0.657">264</a>, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.658">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.659">“Lycidas” <a href="#Page_20" id="index-p0.660">20</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.661">“Lyra Germanica” <a href="#Page_267" id="index-p0.662">267</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.663">Lyte, Henry F. <a href="#Page_231" id="index-p0.664">231</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.665">
<dt id="index-p0.666">Magnificat <a href="#Page_56" id="index-p0.667">56</a>, <a href="#Page_120" id="index-p0.668">120</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.669">Mary, Queen of Scots <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.670">13</a>, <a href="#Page_129" id="index-p0.671">129</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.672">Marot, Clement <a href="#Page_117" id="index-p0.673">117</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.674">Mason, Lowell <a href="#Page_221" id="index-p0.675">221</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.676">Masson, “Life of Milton” <a href="#Page_126" id="index-p0.677">126</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.678">Matheson, George <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.679">28</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.680">McKinley, William <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.681">12</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.682">Medieval hymns <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.683">15</a>, <a href="#Page_24" id="index-p0.684">24</a>, <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.685">83</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.686">Medley, Samuel <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.687">28</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.688">Mennonites <a href="#Page_5" id="index-p0.689">5</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.690">“Methodist Hymnal, The” <a href="#Page_4" id="index-p0.691">4</a>, <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.692">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.693">178</a>, <a href="#Page_227" id="index-p0.694">227</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.695">Milman, Henry Hart <a href="#Page_216" id="index-p0.696">216</a>, <a href="#Page_237" id="index-p0.697">237</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.698">Milton, John <a href="#Page_30" id="index-p0.699">30</a>, <a href="#Page_31" id="index-p0.700">31</a>, <a href="#Page_32" id="index-p0.701">32</a>, <a href="#Page_97" id="index-p0.702">97</a>, <a href="#Page_126" id="index-p0.703">126</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.704">135</a>, <a href="#Page_168" id="index-p0.705">168</a>, <a href="#Page_222" id="index-p0.706">222</a>, <a href="#Page_345" id="index-p0.707">345</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.708">Monica <a href="#Page_77" id="index-p0.709">77</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.710">Montgomery, James <a href="#Page_102" id="index-p0.711">102</a>, <a href="#Page_217" id="index-p0.712">217</a>, <a href="#Page_223" id="index-p0.713">223</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.714">Moore, Thomas <a href="#Page_208" id="index-p0.715">208</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.716">Moravians <a href="#Page_164" id="index-p0.717">164</a>, <a href="#Page_263" id="index-p0.718">263</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.719">More, Sir Thomas <a href="#Page_125" id="index-p0.720">125</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.721">“My country, ’tis of Thee” <a href="#Page_253" id="index-p0.722">253</a>, <a href="#Page_275" id="index-p0.723">275</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.724">“My faith looks up to thee” <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.725">29</a>, <a href="#Page_246" id="index-p0.726">246</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.727">“My Jesus, as thou wilt” <a href="#Page_268" id="index-p0.728">268</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.729">
<dt id="index-p0.730">Neale, John Mason, <a href="#Page_25" id="index-p0.731">25</a>, <a href="#Page_75" id="index-p0.732">75</a>, <a href="#Page_79" id="index-p0.733">79</a>, <a href="#Page_253" id="index-p0.734">253</a>, <a href="#Page_258" id="index-p0.735">258</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.736">“Nearer, my God, to thee” <a href="#Page_34" id="index-p0.737">34</a>, <a href="#Page_35" id="index-p0.738">35</a>, <a href="#Page_36" id="index-p0.739">36</a>, <a href="#Page_45" id="index-p0.740">45</a>, <a href="#Page_198" id="index-p0.741">198</a>, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.742">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.743">Newman, John Henry <a href="#Page_199" id="index-p0.744">199</a>, <a href="#Page_233" id="index-p0.745">233</a>, <a href="#Page_329" id="index-p0.746">329</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.747">Newton, John <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.748">29</a>, <a href="#Page_201" id="index-p0.749">201</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.750">North, Frank Mason <a href="#Page_316" id="index-p0.751">316</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.752">“Nunc Dimittis” <a href="#Page_56" id="index-p0.753">56</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.754">
<dt id="index-p0.755">“O come, all ye Faithful” <a href="#Page_83" id="index-p0.756">83</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.757">“O could I speak the matchless worth” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.758">28</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.759">“O for a closer walk with God” <a href="#Page_201" id="index-p0.760">201</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.761">“O for a thousand tongues to sing” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.762">28</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.763">“O, God, Our Help in Ages Past” <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.764">13</a>, <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.765">28</a>, <a href="#Page_30" id="index-p0.766">30</a>, <a href="#Page_149" id="index-p0.767">149</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.768">“O Jesus, thou art standing” <a href="#Page_292" id="index-p0.769">292</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.770">“O little town of Bethlehem” <a href="#Page_307" id="index-p0.771">307</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.772">“O Love that will not let me go” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.773">28</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.774">“O mother dear, Jerusalem” <a href="#Page_96" id="index-p0.775">96</a>, <a href="#Page_270" id="index-p0.776">270</a>, <a href="#Page_349" id="index-p0.777">349</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.778">“One sweetly solemn thought” <a href="#Page_286" id="index-p0.779">286</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.780">“O worship the King” <a href="#Page_242" id="index-p0.781">242</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.782">Olney hymns <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.783">29</a>, <a href="#Page_201" id="index-p0.784">201</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.785">“Onward Christian Soldiers” <a href="#Page_298" id="index-p0.786">298</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.787">Oxenham, John <a href="#Page_315" id="index-p0.788">315</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.789">Oxford <a href="#Page_140" id="index-p0.790">140</a>, <a href="#Page_237" id="index-p0.791">237</a>, <a href="#Page_239" id="index-p0.792">239</a>, <a href="#Page_253" id="index-p0.793">253</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.794">“Oxford University Hymnal” <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.795">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.796">178</a>, <a href="#Page_237" id="index-p0.797">237</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.798">“O Zion, haste” <a href="#Page_341" id="index-p0.799">341</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.800">
<dt id="index-p0.801">Palgrave, Francis Turner <a href="#Page_160" id="index-p0.802">160</a>, <a href="#Page_178" id="index-p0.803">178</a>, <a href="#Page_296" id="index-p0.804">296</a>, <a href="#Page_339" id="index-p0.805">339</a>, <a href="#Page_346" id="index-p0.806">346</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.807">Palmer, Ray <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.808">29</a>, <a href="#Page_246" id="index-p0.809">246</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.810">Palmer, Roundall; Earl of Selbourne <a href="#Page_21" id="index-p0.811">21</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.812">“Pange Lingua Gloriosi” <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.813">88</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.814">“Paradise Lost, Morning Hymn” <a href="#Page_31" id="index-p0.815">31</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.816">Paranikos, and Christ <a href="#Page_75" id="index-p0.817">75</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.818">Patmore, Coventry <a href="#Page_175" id="index-p0.819">175</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.820">Paul of Samosata <a href="#Page_62" id="index-p0.821">62</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.822">Pembroke, Countess of <a href="#Page_133" id="index-p0.823">133</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.824">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.825">Perronet <a href="#Page_194" id="index-p0.826">194</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.827">Phelps, Samuel D. <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.828">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.829">Pierpont, John <a href="#Page_294" id="index-p0.830">294</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.831">Pliny, The Younger <a href="#Page_60" id="index-p0.832">60</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.833">Poe, Edgar Allan <a href="#Page_276" id="index-p0.834">276</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.835">Pope, Alexander <a href="#Page_100" id="index-p0.836">100</a>, <a href="#Page_204" id="index-p0.837">204</a>, <a href="#Page_342" id="index-p0.838">342</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.839">“Praise God from whom all blessings flow” <a href="#Page_112" id="index-p0.840">112</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.841">Princeton <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.842">10</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.843">Proctor, Adelaide <a href="#Page_309" id="index-p0.844">309</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.845">Prothero, Rowland E. <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.846">15</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.847">Prudentius <a href="#Page_78" id="index-p0.848">78</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.849">Psalmody <a href="#Page_116" id="index-p0.850">116</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.851">Psalms, The <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.852">10</a>, <a href="#Page_11" id="index-p0.853">11</a>, <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.854">15</a>, <a href="#Page_52" id="index-p0.855">52</a>, <a href="#Page_53" id="index-p0.856">53</a>, <a href="#Page_67" id="index-p0.857">67</a>, <a href="#Page_126" id="index-p0.858">126</a>, <a href="#Page_162" id="index-p0.859">162</a>, <a href="#Page_164" id="index-p0.860">164</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.861">“Psalms in Human Life, The” <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.862">15</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.863">“Psalms in Metre” <a href="#Page_16" id="index-p0.864">16</a>, <a href="#Page_116" id="index-p0.865">116</a>, <a href="#Page_121" id="index-p0.866">121</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.867">
<dt id="index-p0.868">Queen Elizabeth <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.869">13</a>, <a href="#Page_103" id="index-p0.870">103</a>, <a href="#Page_109" id="index-p0.871">109</a>, <a href="#Page_129" id="index-p0.872">129</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.873">135</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.874">
<dt id="index-p0.875">Raleigh, Sir Walter <a href="#Page_109" id="index-p0.876">109</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.877">Reed, Edward Bliss <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.878">26</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.879">“Religio Medici” <a href="#Page_109" id="index-p0.880">109</a>, <a href="#Page_165" id="index-p0.881">165</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.882">“Rise, crowned with light” <a href="#Page_100" id="index-p0.883">100</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.884">“Rock of ages” <a href="#Page_49" id="index-p0.885">49</a>, <a href="#Page_196" id="index-p0.886">196</a>, <a href="#Page_197" id="index-p0.887">197</a>, <a href="#Page_199" id="index-p0.888">199</a>, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.889">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.890">Roosevelt <a href="#Page_7" id="index-p0.891">7</a>, <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.892">12</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.893">Romney portrait <a href="#Page_179" id="index-p0.894">179</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.895">Rossetti, Christina <a href="#Page_278" id="index-p0.896">278</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.897">Rossetti, Gabriele <a href="#Page_278" id="index-p0.898">278</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.899">Ruskin, John <a href="#Page_124" id="index-p0.900">124</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.901">
<dt id="index-p0.902">Saintsbury, George <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.903">27</a>, <a href="#Page_170" id="index-p0.904">170</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.905">St. Augustine <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.906">12</a>, <a href="#Page_68" id="index-p0.907">68</a>, <a href="#Page_77" id="index-p0.908">77</a>, <a href="#Page_81" id="index-p0.909">81</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.910">St. Basil <a href="#Page_68" id="index-p0.911">68</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.912">St. Colomba <a href="#Page_92" id="index-p0.913">92</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.914">St. Francis of Assisi <a href="#Page_23" id="index-p0.915">23</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.916">St. Gregory <a href="#Page_14" id="index-p0.917">14</a>, <a href="#Page_82" id="index-p0.918">82</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.919">St. Jerome <a href="#Page_80" id="index-p0.920">80</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.921">St. Patrick <a href="#Page_12" id="index-p0.922">12</a>, <a href="#Page_92" id="index-p0.923">92</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.924">St. Paul, his theory of poetry <a href="#Page_55" id="index-p0.925">55</a>, <a href="#Page_57" id="index-p0.926">57</a>, <a href="#Page_69" id="index-p0.927">69</a>, <a href="#Page_76" id="index-p0.928">76</a>, <a href="#Page_325" id="index-p0.929">325</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.930">St. Sylvia of Aquitania <a href="#Page_80" id="index-p0.931">80</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.932">St. Stephen the Sabaite <a href="#Page_74" id="index-p0.933">74</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.934">“Salve Regina” <a href="#Page_8" id="index-p0.935">8</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.936">“Saviour, breathe an evening blessing” <a href="#Page_239" id="index-p0.937">239</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.938">“Saviour, when in dust to thee” <a href="#Page_243" id="index-p0.939">243</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.940">Schelling, Felix E. <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.941">27</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.942">Scott, Sir Walter <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.943">15</a>, <a href="#Page_216" id="index-p0.944">216</a>, <a href="#Page_243" id="index-p0.945">243</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.946">Sears, Edmund H. <a href="#Page_250" id="index-p0.947">250</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.948">Shelley, Percy Bysshe <a href="#Page_243" id="index-p0.949">243</a>, <a href="#Page_251" id="index-p0.950">251</a>, <a href="#Page_256" id="index-p0.951">256</a>, <a href="#Page_275" id="index-p0.952">275</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.953">Shenstone, William <a href="#Page_206" id="index-p0.954">206</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.955">Schaff, Philip <a href="#Page_15" id="index-p0.956">15</a>, <a href="#Page_264" id="index-p0.957">264</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.958">Sidney, Sir Philip <a href="#Page_124" id="index-p0.959">124</a>, <a href="#Page_128" id="index-p0.960">128</a>, <a href="#Page_133" id="index-p0.961">133</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.962">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.963">Smith, Samuel F. <a href="#Page_252" id="index-p0.964">252</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.965">“Softly now the light of day” <a href="#Page_248" id="index-p0.966">248</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.967">“The spacious firmament on high” <a href="#Page_100" id="index-p0.968">100</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.969">Sparks, Jared <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.970">10</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.971">“Spectator, The” <a href="#Page_19" id="index-p0.972">19</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.973">Spenser, Edmund <a href="#Page_101" id="index-p0.974">101</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.975">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.976">“Soldiers of Christ, arise” <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.977">28</a>, <a href="#Page_177" id="index-p0.978">177</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.979">“Stabat Mater Dolorosa” <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.980">88</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.981">Stedman, Edmund Clarence <a href="#Page_24" id="index-p0.982">24</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.983">Steele, Ann <a href="#Page_207" id="index-p0.984">207</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.985">Stennett <a href="#Page_158" id="index-p0.986">158</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.987">Sternhold and Hopkins <a href="#Page_16" id="index-p0.988">16</a>, <a href="#Page_44" id="index-p0.989">44</a>, <a href="#Page_109" id="index-p0.990">109</a>, <a href="#Page_116" id="index-p0.991">116</a>, <a href="#Page_125" id="index-p0.992">125</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.993">Sternhold, Thomas <a href="#Page_121" id="index-p0.994">121</a>, <a href="#Page_124" id="index-p0.995">124</a>, <a href="#Page_134" id="index-p0.996">134</a>, <a href="#Page_137" id="index-p0.997">137</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.998">“Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht” <a href="#Page_267" id="index-p0.999">267</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1000">Stone, S. J. <a href="#Page_300" id="index-p0.1001">300</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1002">Stowe, Harriet Beecher <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.1003">26</a>, <a href="#Page_327" id="index-p0.1004">327</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1005">Stowell, Hugh <a href="#Page_239" id="index-p0.1006">239</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1007">“Sun of my soul” <a href="#Page_228" id="index-p0.1008">228</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.1009">
<dt id="index-p0.1010">Tallis, Thomas <a href="#Page_96" id="index-p0.1011">96</a>, <a href="#Page_126" id="index-p0.1012">126</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1013">“Tate and Brady” <a href="#Page_11" id="index-p0.1014">11</a>, <a href="#Page_109" id="index-p0.1015">109</a>, <a href="#Page_117" id="index-p0.1016">117</a>, <a href="#Page_136" id="index-p0.1017">136</a>, <a href="#Page_137" id="index-p0.1018">137</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1019">Taylor, Jeremy <a href="#Page_105" id="index-p0.1020">105</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1021">Te Deum <a href="#Page_60" id="index-p0.1022">60</a>, <a href="#Page_77" id="index-p0.1023">77</a>, <a href="#Page_204" id="index-p0.1024">204</a>, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.1025">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1026">Tennyson, Alfred <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.1027">29</a>, <a href="#Page_252" id="index-p0.1028">252</a>, <a href="#Page_276" id="index-p0.1029">276</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1030">“Ter Sanctus” <a href="#Page_60" id="index-p0.1031">60</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1032">Thackeray, William M. <a href="#Page_223" id="index-p0.1033">223</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1034">“The church’s one foundation” <a href="#Page_300" id="index-p0.1035">300</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1036">“The King of love my shepherd is” <a href="#Page_293" id="index-p0.1037">293</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1038">“The morning light is breaking” <a href="#Page_252" id="index-p0.1039">252</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1040">“The Son of God goes forth to war” <a href="#Page_218" id="index-p0.1041">218</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1042">“The star spangled banner” <a href="#Page_248" id="index-p0.1043">248</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1044">Theodore de Beza <a href="#Page_118" id="index-p0.1045">118</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1046">“There is a fountain filled with blood” <a href="#Page_201" id="index-p0.1047">201</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1048">“There is a green hill far away” <a href="#Page_284" id="index-p0.1049">284</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1050">“There’s a song in the air” <a href="#Page_310" id="index-p0.1051">310</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1052">Thomas Aquinas <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.1053">88</a>, <a href="#Page_209" id="index-p0.1054">209</a>, <a href="#Page_353" id="index-p0.1055">353</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1056">Thompson, James <a href="#Page_205" id="index-p0.1057">205</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1058">“Thy will be done” <a href="#Page_285" id="index-p0.1059">285</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1060">“’Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow” <a href="#Page_295" id="index-p0.1061">295</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1062">Titles of hymns <a href="#Page_171" id="index-p0.1063">171</a>, <a href="#Page_199" id="index-p0.1064">199</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1065">Toplady, Augustus <a href="#Page_196" id="index-p0.1066">196</a>, <a href="#Page_199" id="index-p0.1067">199</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1068">Toy, Crawford H. <a href="#Page_53" id="index-p0.1069">53</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1070">Trent, W. P. <a href="#Page_31" id="index-p0.1071">31</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1072"><scripRef passage="Ps. 23" id="index-p0.1073" parsed="|Ps|23|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Ps.23">Twenty-third Psalm</scripRef> <a href="#Page_38" id="index-p0.1074">38</a>, <a href="#Page_129" id="index-p0.1075">129</a>, <a href="#Page_131" id="index-p0.1076">131</a>, <a href="#Page_132" id="index-p0.1077">132</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1078">Tye, Christopher <a href="#Page_104" id="index-p0.1079">104</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1080">Tyrtæus <a href="#Page_14" id="index-p0.1081">14</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.1082">
<dt id="index-p0.1083">Van Dyke, Henry <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.1084">318</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1085">Vaughan, Henry <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.1086">135</a>, <a href="#Page_249" id="index-p0.1087">249</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1088">“Veni Creator” <a href="#Page_82" id="index-p0.1089">82</a>, <a href="#Page_88" id="index-p0.1090">88</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.1091">
<dt id="index-p0.1092">Waring, Anna L. <a href="#Page_283" id="index-p0.1093">283</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1094">Warner, Anna Bartlett <a href="#Page_282" id="index-p0.1095">282</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1096">Washington, George <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.1097">10</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1098">“Watchman, tell us of the night” <a href="#Page_238" id="index-p0.1099">238</a>, <a href="#Page_245" id="index-p0.1100">245</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1101">Watts, Isaac <a href="#Page_11" id="index-p0.1102">11</a>, <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.1103">26</a>, <a href="#Page_28" id="index-p0.1104">28</a>, <a href="#Page_30" id="index-p0.1105">30</a>, <a href="#Page_39" id="index-p0.1106">39</a>, <a href="#Page_104" id="index-p0.1107">104</a>, <a href="#Page_106" id="index-p0.1108">106</a>, <a href="#Page_137" id="index-p0.1109">137</a>, <a href="#Page_138" id="index-p0.1110">138</a>, <a href="#Page_159" id="index-p0.1111">159</a>, <a href="#Page_166" id="index-p0.1112">166</a>, <a href="#Page_167" id="index-p0.1113">167</a>, <a href="#Page_185" id="index-p0.1114">185</a>, <a href="#Page_207" id="index-p0.1115">207</a>, <a href="#Page_215" id="index-p0.1116">215</a>, <a href="#Page_312" id="index-p0.1117">312</a>, <a href="#Page_321" id="index-p0.1118">321</a>, <a href="#Page_322" id="index-p0.1119">322</a>, <a href="#Page_342" id="index-p0.1120">342</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1121">“Weary of earth, and laden with my sin” <a href="#Page_300" id="index-p0.1122">300</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1123">“We may not climb the heavenly steep” <a href="#Page_306" id="index-p0.1124">306</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1125">Wesley, Charles <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.1126">29</a>, <a href="#Page_98" id="index-p0.1127">98</a>, <a href="#Page_161" id="index-p0.1128">161</a>, <a href="#Page_320" id="index-p0.1129">320</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1130">Wesley, John <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.1131">10</a>, <a href="#Page_75" id="index-p0.1132">75</a>, <a href="#Page_163" id="index-p0.1133">163</a>, <a href="#Page_171" id="index-p0.1134">171</a>, <a href="#Page_173" id="index-p0.1135">173</a>, <a href="#Page_179" id="index-p0.1136">179</a>, <a href="#Page_186" id="index-p0.1137">186</a>, <a href="#Page_196" id="index-p0.1138">196</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1139">Wesley, Samuel <a href="#Page_328" id="index-p0.1140">328</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1141">Wesley, Susannah <a href="#Page_165" id="index-p0.1142">165</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1143">Wesleys, The <a href="#Page_13" id="index-p0.1144">13</a>, <a href="#Page_27" id="index-p0.1145">27</a>, <a href="#Page_165" id="index-p0.1146">165</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1147">“We would see Jesus” <a href="#Page_282" id="index-p0.1148">282</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1149">“When All Thy Mercies, O My God” <a href="#Page_21" id="index-p0.1150">21</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1151">“When I survey the wondrous cross” <a href="#Page_152" id="index-p0.1152">152</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1153">“When our heads are bowed with woe” <a href="#Page_237" id="index-p0.1154">237</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1155">“Where cross the crowded ways of life” <a href="#Page_317" id="index-p0.1156">317</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1157">White, Kirke <a href="#Page_47" id="index-p0.1158">47</a>, <a href="#Page_242" id="index-p0.1159">242</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1160">Whittier, John Greenleaf <a href="#Page_26" id="index-p0.1161">26</a>, <a href="#Page_85" id="index-p0.1162">85</a>, <a href="#Page_302" id="index-p0.1163">302</a>, <a href="#Page_328" id="index-p0.1164">328</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1165">Williams, William <a href="#Page_213" id="index-p0.1166">213</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1167">Winkworth, Catherine <a href="#Page_266" id="index-p0.1168">266</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1169">Wither, George <a href="#Page_106" id="index-p0.1170">106</a>, <a href="#Page_135" id="index-p0.1171">135</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1172">Wordsworth, Bishop Christopher <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.1173">29</a>, <a href="#Page_277" id="index-p0.1174">277</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1175">Wordsworth, William <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.1176">29</a>, <a href="#Page_30" id="index-p0.1177">30</a>, <a href="#Page_174" id="index-p0.1178">174</a>, <a href="#Page_249" id="index-p0.1179">249</a>, <a href="#Page_276" id="index-p0.1180">276</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1181">“Work for the night is coming” <a href="#Page_311" id="index-p0.1182">311</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1183">Wright, Thomas <a href="#Page_139" id="index-p0.1184">139</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1185">Wyatt, Sir Thomas <a href="#Page_95" id="index-p0.1186">95</a>, <a href="#Page_100" id="index-p0.1187">100</a>, <a href="#Page_125" id="index-p0.1188">125</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1189">Wyclif, John <a href="#Page_132" id="index-p0.1190">132</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.1191">
<dt id="index-p0.1192">Yale College <a href="#Page_10" id="index-p0.1193">10</a>, <a href="#Page_140" id="index-p0.1194">140</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1195">Yattendon Hymnal <a href="#Page_29" id="index-p0.1196">29</a></dt>
</dl>
<dl class="index" id="index-p0.1197">
<dt id="index-p0.1198">Zacharias <a href="#Page_54" id="index-p0.1199">54</a></dt>
<dt id="index-p0.1200">Zangwill, Israel <a href="#Page_318" id="index-p0.1201">318</a>, <a href="#Page_343" id="index-p0.1202">343</a></dt>
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<p class="bbook">Genesis</p>
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<p class="bbook">Psalms</p>
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 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=102&amp;scrV=0#d4-p27.5">102</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=104&amp;scrV=0#d4-p43.1">104</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=117&amp;scrV=1#d2-p13.3">117:1</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=118&amp;scrV=0#d2-p5.2">118</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=128&amp;scrV=0#d4-p11.1">128</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=130&amp;scrV=0#d4-p27.6">130</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=137&amp;scrV=0#d1-p93.1">137</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=137&amp;scrV=0#d7-p50.1">137</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Ps&amp;scrCh=148&amp;scrV=0#d4-p27.7">148</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">Isaiah</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Isa&amp;scrCh=61&amp;scrV=1#d6-p54.2">61:1-3</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">Luke</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Luke&amp;scrCh=1&amp;scrV=1#d2-p3.1">1:1</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Luke&amp;scrCh=4&amp;scrV=0#d6-p54.1">4</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">Acts</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Acts&amp;scrCh=16&amp;scrV=25#d2-p6.2">16:25</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">Romans</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Rom&amp;scrCh=8&amp;scrV=35#d2-p14.1">8:35-39</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Rom&amp;scrCh=15&amp;scrV=9#d2-p13.2">15:9-12</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">1 Corinthians</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=1Cor&amp;scrCh=13&amp;scrV=1#d2-p13.1">13:1</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=1Cor&amp;scrCh=14&amp;scrV=1#d2-p42.1">14:1</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=1Cor&amp;scrCh=14&amp;scrV=26#d2-p9.1">14:26</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">Ephesians</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Eph&amp;scrCh=5&amp;scrV=13#d2-p17.1">5:13</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Eph&amp;scrCh=5&amp;scrV=19#d2-p10.1">5:19</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">Colossians</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Col&amp;scrCh=3&amp;scrV=13#d2-p10.2">3:13</a>  
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Col&amp;scrCh=3&amp;scrV=16#d2-p6.1">3:16</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">Hebrews</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Heb&amp;scrCh=2&amp;scrV=12#d2-p13.6">2:12</a> </p>
<p class="bbook">James</p>
 <p class="bref">
 <a class="TOC" href="?scrBook=Jas&amp;scrCh=5&amp;scrV=13#d2-p7.1">5:13</a> </p>
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<a class="TOC" href="#d6-Page_188">188</a> 
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