'Hope, then, though woes be doubled, Hope and be undismayed; Let not thine heart be troubled, This prison where thou art, Thy God will break it soon, And flood with light Thy heart In His own blessed noon. Up! up! the day is breaking; Say to thy cares, "Good-night!" And guideth all things well. Trust Him to govern, then! 'Faithful the love thou sharest : In thy right hand to-morrow Thy God shall place the palms; To Him who chased thy sorrow, How glad will be thy psalms !' Dr. Isaac Watts' term of study being closed at Stoke Newington, he being still little more than a youth, returned for some time to his father's house at Southampton, and worshipped there with the congregation that gathered under the ministry of the Rev. Nathaniel Robinson. While there he felt, and expressed his feeling, that the psalmody was far beneath the beauty and dignity of a Christian service. He was requested to produce something better, and the next Sabbathday the service was concluded with the following hymn which he had written : 'Behold the glories of the Lamb 'Let elders worship at His feet, 'These are the prayers of the saints, 'Eternal Father, who shall look Who but the Son shall take that book 'He shall fulfil Thy great decrees, Lo, in His hands the sovereign keys 'Now to the Lamb that once was slain For ever on Thy head. 'Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast made us kings and priests to God, 'The worlds of nature and of grace This is the tradition of the origin of the first hymn of Dr. Watts' that was sung at a Christian service. It was received with great acceptance and delight. It was indeed 'a new song.' The young poet was entreated to produce another and another. The series extended from Sabbath to Sabbath, until almost a volume was formed, but their publication for general use was delayed for some years. The commentator. Thomas Scott says of himself, in his little book, 'The Force of Truth,' that when his mind awoke to the sense of the need of true religion, a hymn from Watts' "Divine Songs for Children," beginning 666 Almighty God, Thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie All open to Thy sight. "There's not a sin that we commit, But in Thy dreadful Book 'tis writ, fell in my way. I was much affected by it, and, having committed it to memory, was frequently repeating it, and thus I was continually led to reflect on my guilt and danger.' Netheravon, near Salisbury Plain, is just two miles from the humble village where Addison spent the first fifteen years of his life. He went daily to Amesbury School, and it is said that in his walks to and fro he observed the things which suggested the touching imagery used in his translation of the twenty-third Psalm. 'The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 'When in the sultry glebe I faint, 'Though in the paths of death I tread, 'Though on a bare and rugged way, |