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. Jesus, while He dwelt below, As divine historians say, 'Twas a garden, as we read, The Redeemer's lone retreat: When from noise He would be free, Then He sought Gethsemane. Thither, by their Master brought, Gadsby's "Memoirs of Hymn Writers." Soon, by Satan's counsel led, ' Grows in rich Gethsemane. Hither, Lord, Thou didst resort, True, I can't deserve to share But since sin first fix'd Thee there, Sins against a holy God, Sins against His righteous laws, Saviour! all the stone remove Pierce it with Thy mercy's dart : Wound the heart that wounded Thee; TOPLADY. The terrors of law and of God With me can have nothing to do; The work which His goodness began And never was forfeited yet: Things future, nor things that are now, My name from the palms of His hands, Impress'd on His heart it remains, As sure as the earnest is given; The Rock of Ages. Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flow'd, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. Not the labours of my hands, Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cl`ng; 401 Naked, come to Thee for dress; While I draw this fleeting breath, A Meditation in Sickness. When languor and disease invade Sweet to look inward and attend Sweet to look back and see my name In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward and behold Eternal joys my own. Sweet to reflect how grace divine Sweet to remember that His blood My debt of sufferings paid. Sweet on His righteousness to stand, Sweet to experience day by day, Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, |