In this hymn the first verse is from Faber’s series on ‘The Life of our Lord,’[78] and the rest from Austin’s ‘Vespers for our Blessed Saviour.’ Wesley’s selection from the same hymn began with the verse— Jesu! behold three kings from far, Led to Thy cradle by a star, Bring gifts to Thee their King: O guide us by Thy light, that we May find Thy favour and to Thee Ourselves for tribute bring.[79] Of another hymn which Faber might have written, I give the first two verses— Sweet Jesu! why, why dost Thou love Such worthless things as we? Why is Thy heart still towards us Who seldom think on Thee? Thy bounty gives us all we have, And we Thy gifts abuse: Thy bounty gives us even Thyself, And we Thyself refuse. Austin’s best hymns, however, are, I think, one for Monday morning, which Wesley entitled ‘Universal Praise,’ and the evening hymn, of which some verses will be familiar to most readers. MORNING Hark, my soul! how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous King: Each a double tribute pays; Sings its part, and then obeys. Nature’s chief and sweetest choir Him with cheerful notes admire; Chanting every day their lauds,[80] While the grove their song applauds. Though their voices lower be, Streams have too their melody; Night and day their warbling run: Never pause, but still sing on. All the flowers that gild the spring, Hither their still music bring: If Heaven bless them, thankful they, Smell more sweet, and look more gay. Only we can scarce afford, This short office to our Lord: We, on whom His bounty flows, All things gives, and nothing owes. Wake! for shame my sluggish heart; Wake! and gladly sing thy part: Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers, How to use thy nobler powers. Call whole nature to thy aid, Since ’twas He whole nature made: Join in one eternal song, Who to one God all belong. Live for ever, glorious Lord! Live by all Thy works adored: One in Three, and Three in One, Thrice we bow to Thee alone. EVENING Lord! now the time returns, For weary man to rest, And lay aside those pains and cares With which our day’s opprest. Or, rather, change our thoughts To more concerning cares; How to redeem our misspent time, With sighs, and tears, and prayers. How to provide for heaven, That place of rest and peace, Where our full joys shall never fade, Our pleasures never cease. Blest be Thy love, dear Lord! That taught us this sweet way, Only to love Thee for Thyself, And for that love obey. O Thou, our soul’s chief hope! We to Thy mercy fly, Where’er we are, Thou canst protect; Whate’er we need, supply. Whether we sleep or wake, To Thee we both resign; By night we see as well as day, If Thy light on us shine.