Constrain us to abhor The sins that made Him grieve, Make us, O Lord, to tread So with the saints in heaven, May we sing praise to Thee, For peace restored, and sins forgiven- Another of Bishop Wordsworth's hymns furnishes an example of quaint typical thought : SCRIPTURAL TYPES. Upon the sixth day of the week Upon the sixth day of the week The Second Adam died, And by the Second Adam's death Man was revivified. Upon the seventh day of the week Upon the seventh day of the week Christ in the grave did rest. The grave is now a holy place; A Sabbath for the blest. By tasting the forbidden tree Upon the tree Christ tasted death, Christ in a garden buried lay, The grave itself a garden is, Where loveliest flowers abound, For Christ our amaranthine Life He by the Spirit once was born Oh, give us grace to die to sin, Oh, may we buried be with Thee, And with Thee, Lord, arise To an eternal Easter-day Of glory in the skies! The following Evening Hymn deserves a place by the side of Lyte's "Abide with me," and Keble's "Sun of my soul." EVENING HYMN. The day is gently sinking to a close, Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end, Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear The weary world is mouldering to decay, V. HYMNS BY CHARITIE LEES SMITH, AND MARY BOWLY. OW there are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit." We do not look for cedars among the beds of lilies. We do not ask for masculine grandeur and concentrated force from the handmaids of the Lord. But we expect, and we find, gifts not less precious, and power not less real, though of a different kind. I have often been struck with the fact that the soft and apparently far less powerful tones of a harp are more penetrating, and vibrate to greater distances in the open air, than those of other instruments which overpower them when near. A simple flute often reaches both ear and soul with a peculiar thrill, through all the dazzling sounds of a great orchestra. These seem the nearest analogies to good hymns by lady writers. They have a harp-like soul-penetration and a flute-like individuality beyond others. They are "Tender in their strength, And in their very tenderness are strong." Our first Hymn, by a clergyman's daughter, Charitie Lees Smith, was written in the flush and fervour of coming "out of darkness into marvellous light," during the great awakenings of 1859-60 in Ireland, the very first chord of a newly-strung harp. It is no great wonder that thousands, who know nothing about its origin, should have instinctively caught it up as the true expression of their own feelings at the same great crisis, whenever and wherever occurring. ASPIRATION. Oh, for the robes of whiteness ! Oh, for the no more weeping Oh, for the bliss of flying, For ever at His feet! |