The tune has become immensely popular in spite of its weak down-curve of melody. The hymn may also be sung to Barnby’s more sturdy tune, “Perfect Love” (312), which fits the words perfectly. 208. How happy is he born and taught _Henry Wotton_, 1568-1639 The original of this hymn was published in _Reliquiae Wottonianae_ with a memoir by Isaac Walton, 1651. The poem was altered somewhat to make it suitable for a congregational hymn. Henry Wotton graduated from Oxford in 1588. He had a varied career, travelling on the continent, acting as agent to the Earl of Essex for collection of foreign intelligence, and then settling in Venice where he was ambassador at the court from 1604-24, with two intervals during which he was engaged in diplomatic missions to other countries and in parliamentary work in England. From 1624 until his death he was provost of Eton. Besides the above-named book, he published _The Elements of Architecture_, 1624, and _Ad Regem e Scotia reducem_ in 1633. _MUSIC._ WAREHAM, by William Knapp, is from _A Sett of New Psalm Tunes and Anthems, in Four Parts by Wm. Knapp_, 1738, where it is set to Psalm 36:5-10 with the heading, “For the Holy Sacrament.” It is a deservedly popular melody, remarkably smooth, moving throughout by step except the perfect fourth interval between the fifth and sixth notes. 209. Walk in the light! so shalt thou know _Bernard Barton_, 1784-1849 A useful hymn, by a Quaker poet, setting forth the characteristic Quaker doctrine of the “Inner Light,” based on I John 1:7: “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.” The hymn appeared in the author’s _Devotional Verses_, London, 1826. Bernard Barton, known in England as the “Quaker Poet” (as was Whittier in America), was born in London and educated at a Quaker school at Ipswich. When 26 years old he became a Clerk in Alexander’s Bank at Woodbridge, Suffolk, and stayed there the remainder of his life. On Nov. 16, 1843, he wrote in a letter: I took my seat on the identical stool I now occupy at the desk to the wood of which I have now well-nigh grown, in the third month of the year 1810, and there I have sat for three and thirty years beside the odd eight months without one month’s respite in all that time. I often wonder that my health has stood this sedentary probation as it has and that my mental facilities have survived three and thirty years of putting down figures in three rows, casting them up and carrying them forward, _ad infinitum_. He might have given some of these years to literary pursuits had he not followed the good advice of Charles Lamb who wrote him: