Bishop Moule tells the story of his departure thus: "About half an hour before his death, his face, which had been wearing a sad and hopeless expression, suddenly lighted up with a look of wonder and inexpressible delight. It was as if he saw his Saviour, and as if he realized the blessed fact, 'I am not shut out of Heaven after all!' This look of holy surprise and of joyful adoration remained until he had passed away, and even as he lay in his coffin the expression was still there. One who saw him after death wrote that 'with the composure and calmness of the face, there mingled also a holy surprise.'" Mrs. Browning, in her poem entitled "Cowper's Grave," concludes with these lines: "O poets, from a maniac's tongue was poured the deathless singing! O Christians, at your cross of hope a hopeless hand was clinging! O men, this man in brotherhood your weary paths beguiling, Groaned inly while he taught you peace, and died while you were smiling." It is a noble tribute to the deathless work of an afflicted man, and reminds us that Cowper is still singing his wondrous theme of "redeeming love," although his "poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave." A Hymn of Gracious Invitation Come ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure." Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above, Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. Thomas Moore (1179-1852). AN IRISH POET AND HIS HYMNS There are probably few Protestants who, when they have sung "Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish," have been conscious of the fact that it was written by a Roman Catholic. There is indeed no place where the "communion of saints" becomes so apparent as in the hymn-books of Christendom. The authors of our great hymns have come from practically every Christian communion, proving that in every church group there are souls who are living in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. Thomas Moore, the author of the hymn mentioned above, is probably better known for his ballads and other poems than for his hymns. Lovers of English lyric poetry will always remember him as the writer of "The last rose of summer," "Believe me, if all those endearing young charms," "The harp that once through Tara's halls," "Oft in the stilly night," and a number of other ballads that have lived through the years and have made the name of Thomas Moore famous.