hymn Jesus, my Redeemer, lives,' and also another, commencing thus:

'Christ, the rock on which I build,
And my Saviour, ever liveth ;
Should not he with joy be filled

Who the blessed truth believeth,
Though the night of death may bring
Some dark thoughts upon his wing?'

In 1654 God gave her another son. In gratitude she founded an orphan house at Oranienburg, where she was staying. The memory of this incident remains to the present day. The late King of Prussia, brother of the late Emperor of Germany, had the first two lines of the hymn inscribed on a bell he gave to the town of Oranienburg, in 1850. Few noble women have more deserved fame than this Electress of Brandenburg. She was ever at the side of the Elector, in war and peace, and helped him by her wise counsel, as well as cheered him by her devoted love. the people she was a constant benefactor, founding schools and charities, and in every way seeking the welfare of her adopted country. In time of

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war she had every soldier supplied with the Scriptures, and she prepared a hymn-book, which contained several of her own compositions. The one quoted is still popular, and is often used in Germany at funerals and in seasons of affliction.

'Jesus, my Redeemer, lives;

Christ, my trust, is dead no more; In the strength this knowledge gives Shall not all my fears be o'er; Calm, though death's long night be fraught Still with many an anxious thought?

'Jesus, my Redeemer, lives,

And His life I, too, shall see; Bright the hope this promise gives : Where He is, I there shall be. Shall I fear, then? Can the Head Rise and leave the members dead?

'I shall see Him with these eyes, Him whom I so truly know; Surely, I myself shall rise,

With His love my heart shall glow! Only then shall disappear

Weakness which besets me here.'

A favourite hymn of Niebuhr's was the hymn to Eternity,' the greater to' part of which is of very ancient but

uncertain date. It received its present form about the middle of the seventeenth century.

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
And yet to thee time hastes away,
Like as the war-horse to the fray,
Or swift as coursers homeward go,
Or ship to port, or shaft from bow.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
For even as on a perfect sphere
End nor beginning can appear,
Even so, Eternity, in thee
Entrance nor exit can there be.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
A circle infinite art thou,
Thy centre an eternal Now;
Never we name thy outer bound,
For never end therein is found.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
A little bird with fretting beak

Might wear to naught the loftiest peak ;
Though but each thousand years it came,
Yet thou wert then, as now, the same.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity!
As long as God, so long

Endure the pains of sin and wrong,
So long the joys of heaven remain ;
O lasting joy! O lasting pain!
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity?

O man full oft thy thoughts should dwell
Upon the pains of death and hell,
And on the glories of the pure,
That both beyond all time endure.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity?
How terrible art thou in woe,
How fair, where joys for ever flow!
God's goodness sheddeth gladness here,
His justice there wakes bitter fear.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity?

They who lived poor and naked rest
With God, for ever rich and blest,
And love and praise the Highest Good,
In perfect bliss and gladsome mood,
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity

Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity?
A moment lasts all joy below,

Whereby man sinks to endless woe;

A moment lasts all earthly pain,
Whereby an endless joy we gain.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity?
Who ponders oft on thee is wise,
All fleshly lusts he will despise ;
The world finds place with him no more,
The loss of vain delights is o'er.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity?

Who marks thee well would say to God:
Here, Judge, burn, smite me with Thy rod;
Here, let me all Thy justice bear,
When time of grace is past, then spare.
Ponder, O man, Eternity!

'Eternity! Eternity!

How long art thou, Eternity?
So I, Eternity, warn thee,

O man, that oft thou think of me,
The sinner's punishment and pain,
To those who love their God, rich gain?
Ponder, O man, Eternity!'

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[Written, 1648: Lyra Germanica. Translated by C. Winkworth.]