worship. With them sat King George. Around the king were his old chiefs and warriors who had shared with him the rigors and dangers of many a battle. All were rejoicing in the new Christian spirit, and were radiant with Christian love, peace and hope.

The service began that Pentecostal morning with Watts' hymn:

"Jesus shall reign where'er the sun."

As they sang they felt the power of the word of God as paraphrased into song, Jesus' reign was transforming them. How completely His sway is felt when men come from the worship of idols to the service of the living God! That is the thought which is uppermost in this hymn, which, by reason of that fact, is a truly great missionary hymn.

A true missionary hymn which, when sung to its proper tune will stir an audience, and is peculiarly adapted for use at the opening of a missionary meeting or service, was written and published anonymously. We refer to the hymn written about 1813, by John Marriott, the son of a rector of the Church of England. An analysis of this hymn will show its emphasis of the Holy Trinity and stress the invocation of the help and blessing of the Triune God on all missionary endeavor.

A MISSIONARY HYMN OF INVOCATION

Thou, whose almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight;
Hear us, we humbly pray;
And where the gospel day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light!

Thou, who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,

Healing and sight,

Health to the sick in mind,

Sight to the inly blind,
O, now to all mankind,
Let there be light!

Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth Thy flight;
Move on the water's face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
Let there be light!

Holy and blessed Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might!

Boundless as ocean's tide,

Rolling in fullest pride,

Through the earth, far and wide,
Let there be light!

The author was a very brilliant but a very modest man. This fact accounts for the first publishing of the hymn without any indication of the authorship. Mr. Marriott was the second of two who took honors at Oxford in 1802, the first year that examinations for honors were given at that insitution. He wrote a number of hymns, but, on account of his modesty, he never published them in book form, and no one else has attempted to gather them into a volume. This hymn alone will permanently preserve his name in the list of those who through their hymns have rendered eminent service to the Church of God among men.

Bishop Arthur Cleveland Coxe is the author of what we might call a missionary prayer. We quote his hymn, which has come into extensive use and is a general favorite.

A MISSIONARY PRAYER

Saviour, sprinkle many nations,
Fruitful let Thy sorrows be!
By Thy pains and consolations
Draw the Gentiles unto Thee!
Of Thy cross the wondrous story
Be it to the nations told;
Let them see Thee in Thy glory,
And Thy mercy manifold!

Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for Thee each mortal breast:
Human tears for Thee are flowing,

Human hearts in Thee would rest.
Thirsting as for dews of even,

As the new-mown grass for rain,
Thee they seek, as God of heaven,
Thee as Man, for sinners slain.

Saviour! lo, the isles are waiting,

Stretched the hand and strained the sight,

For Thy Spirit new-creating,

Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light.

Give the word, and of the preacher

Speed the foot, and touch the tongue,
Till on earth, by every creature,

Glory to the Lamb be sung.

We are told that Bishop Coxe began this hymn on Good Friday, 1850, but that he did not complete it until 1851. It was first published in connection with the third jubilee of the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel. It is based on Isaiah 52: 15. Modestly Bishop Coxe kept his hymns out of the hymnals of his own Church, but their merit has placed some of them, especially this truly missionary hymn, in nearly every other Christian hymnal in America.

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HYMNS OF PENITENCE

NE of the most beautiful and devotional of all the psalms is the one hundred and thirtieth. It is so expressive of the mind of the penitent sinner that it rightly finds place in our services of confession or of humiliation. With the words of this psalm as the Bibical background Luther has given to us one of his best hymns, and one which is especially beautiful as an expression of the mind and heart of the penitent sinner.

It has been well said of Luther that he is the "Ambrose of German hymnody." This is high but deserved praise. His hymns are characterized by simplicity and strength and have a popular churchly tone in the true sense of that word churchly. Julian says: "They breathe the bold, confident, joyful spirit of justifying faith, which was the beating heart of his theology and piety." A striking illustration of this is found in his hymn of penitence, which is a versification of the thought of the psalmist, namely, "Aus tiefer Noth schrei ich zu Dir."

Luther began the writing of hymns in 1523, and as this hymn bears the date of 1524 it is therefore among the earlier of his contributions to the rich storehouse of Evangelical hymnody. His hymns were the product of his environment and the expression of his strong faith in the presence of trial. A careful reading of the text of this hymn, while it is strictly penitential, shows lines strikingly expressive of faith and trust. There are several translations of the vigorous German of this hymn into very excellent English.

The translation which is probably most familiar and which is most widely used is that of Miss Winkworth, which we here give. It will prove excellent devotional reading.

LUTHER'S 130TH PSALM

Out of the depths I cry to Thee,
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee!
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me,
Let my prayer come before Thee!
If Thou remember each misdeed,
If each should have its rightful meed,
Who may abide Thy presence?

Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy Love
And grace alone avail us.

Our works could ne'er our guilt remove,
The strictest life must fail us.

That none may boast himself of aught,
But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought
What in him seemeth righteous.

And thus my hope is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit:
I rest upon His faithful word
To them of contrite spirit.

That He is merciful and just-
Here is my comfort and my trust,

His help I wait with patience.

And though it tarry till the night,
And round till morning waken,
My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might,'
Nor count itself forsaken.

Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed,

Ye of the Spirit born indeed,

Wait for your God's appearing.