fact that it is not contained in any ordinary hymn-book used either by the Wesleyan community or by the English Church. It is not to be found in Lord Selborne's Book of Praise. It was first published at the end of John Wesley's sermon on the Catholic Spirit, on 2 Kings x. 15, in 1755. Nevertheless it is not contained in the published edition of the three volumes where that sermon is printed with the last corrections of the author' (1849). It is only to be found, as far as we are aware, in the Century of Methodism, p. 175 (1839), and in vol. vi. 71 of The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley. Within the last year it has been republished from the last entry of the journal of Catherine Stan ey, widow of Bishop Stanley (Memoirs of Edward and Catherine Stanley). A. P. STANLEY. CHARLES WESLEY. CHRISTMAS HYMN. Hark! how all the welkin rings Join the triumph of the skies; Christ the Lord is born to-day! Christ, by highest Heaven adored; Hail, th' Incarnate Deity, Pleased as man with men to appear, Jesus, our Immanuel here! Hail! the heavenly Prince of Peace! Come, Desire of nations, come, These lines are now, with great advantage, always altered to 'Hark, the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King.' Now display Thy saving power, Thine to ours, and ours to Thine' Adam's likeness, Lord, efface; Let us Thee, though lost, regain, EASTER HYMN. Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Love's redeeming work is done, Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell! Death in vain forbids His rise; Christ hath opened Paradise! Lives again our glorious King: Soar we now where Christ has led, What though once we perished all, In our Heavenly Adam live. Risen with Him, we upward move; Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven f Thee we greet triumphant now! King of glory, Soul of bliss! Thee to know, Thy power to prove, CHRIST, THE REFUGE OF THE SOUL Jesu, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing! Wilt Thou not regard my call? Lo! on Thee I cast my care! Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and behold I live! Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind! Just and holy is Thy Name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found |