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LORD of all being; throned afar,

Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!

Sun of our life, thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.

Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine!

Lord of all life, below, above,

Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,

Before thy ever blazing throne

We ask no luster of our own.

Grant us thy truth to make us free,

And kindling hearts that burn for thee,

Till all thy living altars claim

One holy light, one heavenly flame!


ACCORDING to the “ Anglican Hymnology," which is a semi-official estimate of the popularity of church hymns, Bishop Ken has two titles to his credit amongst the ten greatest songs of worship. His evening composition, "All Praise to Thee, My God, This Night," ranks first of all, and "Awake, My Soul," is given the sixth place. He wrote both these hymns while in his charge at Winchester, the scene of his early education. At his own request the good bishop was buried under the east window of the chancel at Frome Selwood, being interred just at sunrise, while those gathered about the grave sang, " Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun."



WAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.

Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept;

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew:

Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all my might,

In thy sole glory may unite.


NICOLAS LUDWIG, Count von Zinzendorf (Dresden, May 26, 1700- Hernhutt, May 9, 1760), is said to have written two thousand hymns, improvising no small number of them, frequently giving the people a hymn to close the service immediately after preaching on its subject. He was educated at Wittenberg and became a bishop of the Moravian church. He visited the United States during a time of persecution in Saxony. Some of his hymns translated by John Wesley and others are amongst the best known in the English to-day. This one, entitled at home

Jesu geb, voran," is translated by Miss Jane BorthU. C. Burnap wrote a very good tune


for it.


JESUS, still lead on,

Till our rest be won; And although the way be cheerless, We will follow calm and fearless; Guide us by thy hand

To our Fatherland.

If the way be drear,

If the foe be near,

Let not faithless fear o'ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us; For, through many a foe,

To our home we go.

When we seek relief
From a long-felt grief,
When temptations come, alluring,
Make us patient and enduring,
Show us that bright shore,
Where we weep no more.

Jesus, still lead on,

Till our rest be won;
Heavenly Leader, still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,
Till we safely stand
In our Fatherland.



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