BISHOP KEN. 395 My soul, when I shake off this dust, Glory to Thee in light array'd, Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, JOSEPH ADDISON. * The Traveller's Hymn. Ilow are Thy servants blest, O Lord ! How sure is their defence! Their help Omnipotence. Supported by Thy care, And breathed in tainted air. Made every region please ; And smooth'd the Tyrrhene scas. How, with affrighted eyes, In all its horrors rise. And fear in every heart, O'ercame the pilot's art. Thy mercy set me free; My soul took hold on Thee. High on the broken wave, * See ante, page 32. In Reason's ear they all rejoice, JOSEPH HART. This gifted and warm-hearted man was forty-eight years of age before he began to preach. The Independent Chapel, Jewin Street, London, was the scene of his brief ministrations, but during the eight years of his public career he had attained an uncommon popularity; and when he was buried in Bunhill Fields, it is said that twenty thousand persons were present. Over his grave they sang his own hymn, " Sons of God, by blest adoption." He was born about 1712, and died May 24, 1768.* Gethsemane. 'Twas a garden, as we read, His disciples likewise came; * Gadsby's “Memoirs of Hymn Writers." |