If any came in doubt or fear, O may they carry peace away; Let heaven to them be calm and clear, Still brightening to the perfect day. And who in Zion mourning were, O give them songs of praise to Thee; And who were full of anxious care, O set them from their burden free. All those who never sat before At this dear table of Thy grace, O may they love Thee more and more, And serve Thee in Thy Holy Place. And they who ne’er again shall see The day of our communion dawn, Prepare them, Lord, to feast with Thee At tables which are never drawn. Forgive us all our wandering thought, Our little love, our feeble faith; And may we meet, our battle fought, Beyond the realms of sin and death. From these great Scotch hymn-writers I turn for a moment to the Unitarian contribution to the Church’s hymn-book. Here it must be said that the best comes to us from America, where the Unitarians claim Oliver Wendell Holmes, James Russell Lowell, Samuel Longfellow, and Samuel Johnson. In England we have Sir John Bowring (1792-1872); and Sarah Flower Adams (1805-48), whose ‘Nearer, my God, to Thee’ has a sure place among the best-loved hymns. Mrs. Adams also wrote two beautiful little hymns suited for the close of service, each beginning, ‘Part in peace,’ and was an important contributor to W. J. Fox’s _Hymns and Anthems_ for the use of the South Place Religious Society, one of the most curious of modern hymnals. Mr. Page Hopps has written some good hymns, which are widely used. His child’s prayer, ‘Father, lead me day by day,’ is beautiful in its strong simplicity. Dr. James Martineau wrote a few hymns which I cannot but think are included in evangelical hymn-books more out of respect for their author than for their actual devotional or poetic value. The best known is ‘Thy way is in the deep, O Lord.’ I quote one less often found— ‘Where is your God?’ they say: Answer them, Lord most holy! Reveal Thy secret way Of visiting the lowly: Not wrapped in moving cloud, Or nightly-resting fire; But veiled within the shroud Of silent high desire. Come not in flashing storm, Or bursting frown of thunder: Come in the viewless form Of wakening love and wonder;— Of duty grown divine, The restless spirit, still; Of sorrows taught to shine As shadows of Thy will. O God! the pure alone,— E’en in their deep confessing,— Can see Thee as their own, And find the perfect blessing: Yet to each waiting soul Speak in Thy still small voice, Till broken love’s made whole, And saddened hearts rejoice. V Nineteenth-century Hymns III.—Roman Catholic Hymns