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A sinner saved, through grace forgiven,
Redeemed from earth to reign in heaven,
Thy labors of unwearied love,

Forgot by thee, are crowned above,—
Crowned, through mercy of thy Lord,
With a full, free, immense reward."

As it was said of Abel of old, so it might be said of Charles Wesley, "he being dead yet speaketh," through his hymns.

CHAPTER V.

Titled Hymn-Writers.

THERE is in Westminster Abbey a tombstone which bears the inscription, "In the cross of Christ I glory." It marks the resting-place of an English nobleman, Sir John Bowring.

He was a man of marked ability. He spoke twenty-two languages fluently, and could converse in one hundred. He was a prolific writer, and the first editor of the Westminster Review.

In 1843 he entered Parliament. While a member of that body, he advocated extreme liberal measures. As a statesman he served his country in various ways. In 1854 the queen knighted him, and made him governor of HongKong. Later he became vice-admiral and superintendent of trade, east of the Ganges. In the course of his political career he concluded treaties with Holland, Belgium, Spain, Switzerland, Italy, and Sweden.

His success was due largely to his industry. He was an indefatigable worker. Whenever his

friends remonstrated with him he would reply, "I must do my work while life is left to me; I may not long be here."

He was an enthusiast in whatever he did. This applies as much to his religious as to his secular life. Although a Unitarian in creed, "he was sincere in faith and evangelical in life." His real devotion is shown in his hymns. Speaking of them he said: "These hymns were not written in pursuit of fame or literary triumph. I have not tried to be original, but to be useful is my first ambition. That obtained, I am indifferent to the rest." With this high motive he wrote,

"In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime."

It is not surprising that a man who wrote

early in life,

"God is love; His mercy brightens

All the path in which we rove;
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens;
God is wisdom, God is Love,"—

should in extreme old age begin nearly every day with a new song of adoration and praise.

But his religion was practical as well as devotional. Nearly every reform received his warm

support. He was particularly interested in prison reform. He was also interested in young men. It was his delight to start them in an honest and suitable occupation, and then say to them: "You are now launched. Your fortune rests with yourself. I trust that, by steadiness and diligence, you will give credit to my recommendation."

Another nobleman, Sir Henry W. Baker, valued the cross above all earthly treasure, for he wrote:

"O what, if we are Christ's,

Is earthly shame or loss?

Bright shall the crown of glory be,

When we have borne the cross.'

The litany, beginning

"Savior, when, in dust, to Thee

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Low we bend the adoring knee;"

was written by Sir Robert Grant. At an age when many young peers lead a gay, wild life, he wrote sacred lyrics noted for their solemnity and humility.

Later he entered Parliament, became a member of the privy council, and for the last four years of his life was governor of Bombay. While in Parliament he introduced a bill to remove the disabilities of the Jews.

He evidently looked upon nature with a reverent eye, for he wrote in one of his hymns,—

"O tell of His might, and sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;

It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain."

He wrote another hymn on nature and revelation which he intended as a counterpart of Addison's celebrated ode. It is interesting to compare the two, stanza by stanza. Addison's hymn begins

"The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.”

Grant replies:

"The starry firmament on high,

And all the glories of the sky,

Yet shine not to Thy praise, O Lord,
So brightly as Thy written Word."

Addison says again:

"Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

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