In Thy Word, Lord, is my trust, Yet Thy grace can lift me high. Campion is not mentioned in the Dictionary of Hymnology, but he deserves a place there. One other hymn must be mentioned, 'Jerusalem, my happy home.' It is found in a MS. preserved in the British Museum, with the title' A Song Mad, by F. B. P. To the tune of Diana.' Who the author was no one knows, but internal evidence indicates that he was a devout Roman Catholic. In the Arundel Hymns it is attributed to Father Laurence Anderton, alias John Beverley, S.J. The MS. has twenty-six verses, of which nineteen were printed in London in 1601. The hymn is probably based upon a passage in the Meditations of St. Augustine. The popular modern hymn, Jerusalem, my happy home,' which is now believed to have been written by Joseph Bromehead, Vicar of Eckington, near Sheffield, was no doubt suggested by this hymn, or one of the various versions of it, but has little verbal agreement except in the first and last verses. I give a portion of the original poem. Hierusalem, my happie home, When shall my sorrowes haue an end, Thy ioyes when shall I see. not know the author's name. He took the verses from an 'old collection.' O happie harbour of the saints, In thee noe sorrow may be founde, Hierusalem, Hierusalem, God grant I once may see Thy endless ioyes, and of the same Thy wales are made of precious stones, Thy terrettes and thy pinnacles With carbuncles doe shine, Thy verie streetes are paued with gould, Thy houses are of ivorie, Thy windoes cristale cleare, Thy tyles are mad of beaten gould, There David standes with harpe in hand, As maister of the queere, Tenne thousand times that man were blest That might this musicke hear. Our Ladie singes magnificat With tune surpassinge sweete, And all the virgins beare their parts Te Deum doth Sant Ambrose singe, Ould Simeon and Zacharie Haue not their songes to seeke, There Magdalene hath left her mone, Hierusalem, my happie home, Finis. Finis.1 1 From a MS. in the British Museum. Cf. the very full and interesting article in JULIAN, p. 580. W III Early Modern Hymns II. SEVENTEENTH CENTURY HEN the seventeenth century opened there were, as we have seen, hardly any English hymns except such as may be taken from metrical versions of the Psalms. With the new century a new era begins; and though we are not yet in what George Macdonald calls the zone of hymnwriting,' we are soon able to gather the materials of a hymn-book of the modern type. It would be quite possible to compile a very good hymnal from writers who preceded Dr. Watts, if a wise editorial discretion were exercised in the omission of unsuitable verses and the revision of phrases offensive to modern taste. Amongst the hymn-writers of the seventeenth century one name is pre-eminent-Thomas Ken (16371711), Bishop of Bath and Wells. His fame rests upon his three great hymns-Morning, Evening, and Midnight-for little else in his voluminous poetical works is suited to the worship of the sanctuary. In all the Christian choir there is no worthier name than that of Thomas Ken, whom neither fear nor flattery could move from the strait path of duty. He lived in the spirit of his own lines Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noonday clear; He spent his earlier years of ministry in quiet places, amongst those who honoured and loved him, but later had some curious experiences as Lord Dartmouth's chaplain at Tangier, where he testified with his accustomed resolution against evil-doers and evil-speakers, coming, as Samuel Pepys records, into collision with the afterwards infamous Colonel Kirke, because he preached against 'the excessive liberty of swearing which we observe here.' Amongst all the heroes of his day there was none with a more serene courage than 'little Ken,' who would not receive Charles's mistress at his house-'No, not for his kingdom'-and thus won his bishopric in as unlikely and as creditable a fashion as ever bishopric was earned. After that one is not surprised to find him, as one of the seven bishops, saying to James II, 'We have two duties to perform, our duty to God and our duty to your Majesty. We honour you, but we fear God.' Nor need we wonder that, notwithstanding his resistance of James's illegal demands, he could not bring himself to take the oath of allegiance to William G |