To these hymn-writers we may add the poetesses Christina G. Rossetti and Jean Ingelow. Miss Rossetti wrote very little that is really adapted for use in public worship. There is much, however, to justify the inclusion in a hymn-book of such verses as, ‘None other Lamb, none other Name,’[186] though they are more fitting for private prayer than for social worship. The same is not equally true of Miss Ingelow’s poem, ‘And didst Thou love the race that loved not Thee?’ for the verses usually selected form a true hymn. The last verse is— Come, lest this heart should, cold and cast away, Die ere the Guest adored she entertain; Lest eyes which never saw Thine earthly day Should miss Thy heavenly reign.[187] Of laymen I can mention only a few names here. Mr. W. Chatterton Dix has written more good hymns than those known to our hymn-books. Francis Turner Palgrave (1824-97), whose _Treasury of Sacred Song_ is our best anthology, also wrote hymns which, it seems to me, deserve a wider use than they have attained. His best-known hymn, without being of the popular type, is of the class which is appreciated by many in these days of perplexity and unrest. Thou say’st, ‘Take up thy cross, O man, and follow Me’: The night is black, The feet are slack, Yet we would follow Thee. But oh, dear Lord, we cry, That we Thy face could see! Thy blessèd face One moment’s space: Then might we follow Thee! Dim tracts of time divide Those golden days from me; Thy voice comes strange O’er years of change: How can we follow Thee? Comes faint and far Thy voice From vales of Galilee; The vision fades In ancient shades: How should we follow Thee? Ah, sense-bound heart and blind! Is naught but what we see? Can time undo What once was true? Can we not follow Thee? Within our heart of hearts In nearest nearness be: Give Thou the sign: Say, ‘Ye are Mine’; Lead, and we follow Thee.[188] Other hymns by Professor Palgrave are, ‘O thou not made with hands,’ ‘Star of morn and even,’ ‘Thou that once on mother’s knee.’ I close this section of my lecture with a few verses which have, as far as I know, not yet found a place in any hymnal. They are from a Communion hymn by Mr. Gladstone. They may rightly be included in the hymns of the Anglican Revival. ‘Mr. Gladstone’s mind and heart,’ says Mr. G. W. E. Russell, ‘were already attuned to the new teaching, and prepared to receive it, even though he had not paid much attention to the controversy. It was in 1836 that he wrote his hymn on the Holy Communion.’ Mr. Russell gives the following verses— Here, where Thine angels overhead Do warn the Tempter’s powers away, And where the bodies of the dead For life and resurrection stay; And many a generation’s prayer Hath perfumed and hath blest the air;