He who would win a warrior’s fame Must shun, with ever-watchful aim, Entangling things of life; His couch the earth, heaven’s arching dome His airy tent, his only home The field of martial strife. Unwearied by the battle’s toil, Uncumbered by the battle’s spoil, No dangers must affright; Nor rest seduce to slothful ease, Intent alone his chief to please, Who called him forth to fight. Soldier of Christ, if thou wouldst be Worthy that epithet, stand free From time’s encumbering things; Be earth’s enthralments feared, abhorred, Knowing thy leader is the Lord, Thy chief the King of kings. Methodism has not in later days been rich in hymn-writers. After Thomas Olivers there is but one great name, that of William M. Bunting (1805-66). Little as he is known outside his own Church, his hymns are amongst the best loved and best used in Wesleyan Methodism. I cannot but think that some day he will be recognized as one of the glorious choir of the universal Church. He was an extremely delicate man, and his natural bent was pensive and self-depreciatory. He once said to a friend, ‘There is one thing I shall miss in heaven, the mystic joys of penitence.’ His great penitential hymn, Holy Spirit! pity me, Pierced with grief for grieving Thee, even if it be thought too personal for use in public worship—I do not think it is—might well be placed among hymns for private devotion. In the services of a minister’s ‘quiet day’ it would be most impressive. Blessèd are the pure in heart, They have learned the angel art, While on earth in heaven to be, God, by sense unseen, to see, though not a direct prayer, is a long meditation, the kind of spiritual song which ought to be in all our hymn-books. His Baptismal hymn is very fine. O crucified, triumphant Lord! Thy sceptre and Thy cross we own; And, taught by Thine apostle’s word, Repose our faith on Thee alone. The sign of faith ordained by Thee We Thy confessors scorn to shun; All men our fellowship shall see, Our Lord, our faith, our symbol, one. It is one of the strongest if not the tenderest of hymns for infant baptism, and will bear comparison with Dean Alford’s, ‘In token that thou shalt not fear,’ with this advantage, that it is not addressed to the infant, but to Him whose Name is named upon it. William Morley Punshon’s (1824-81) _Sabbath Chimes_ suffered from comparison with the _Christian Year_, but his hymns for Sunday morning and evening—especially the latter—are not unworthy of a place amongst the many good hymns we include under this heading. Both are wisely shortened in hymn-books. Some readers will be glad to see the following verses from the Sabbath Evening hymn as they were originally published, though I do not suggest that the familiar cento is not better for use in the congregation.