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Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
JOSEPH ADDISON. *
The Traveller's Hymn.
llow are Thy servants blest, O Lord !
How sure is their defence!
Their help Omnipotence.
Supported by Thy care,
And breathed in tainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
Made every region please ;
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
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 Thce.
High on the broken wave,
* See ante, page 32.
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
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.*
Jesus, while He dwelt below,
'Twas a garden, as we read,
Thither, by their Master brought,
* Gadsby's "Memoirs of Hymn Writers."