Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye angelic host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

JOSEPH ADDISON. *

The Traveller's Hymn.

llow are Thy servants blest, O Lord !

How sure is their defence!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by Thy care,
Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,

And breathed in tainted air.

Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,

Made every region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm’d,

And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul ! devoutly think,

How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep

In all its horrors rise.
Confusion dwelt on every face,

And fear in every heart,
When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs,

O’ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord !

Thy mercy set me free;
Whilst in the confidence of prayer

My soul took hold on Thce.
For though in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,

In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.

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,

66 Sons of God, by blest adoption." He was born about 1712, and died May 24, 1768.*