Thou that hast looked on death, Aid us when death is near; Whisper of heaven to faith; Sweet Mother, hear! Ora pro nobis! the wave must rock our sleep; Ora, Mater, ora! Star of the Deep! This was first written in four separate quatrains, "'Tis nightfall on the sea" being part of the first instead of the second line, and "We lift our souls," etc., was "Our souls rise to Thee," while the apostrophe at the end read, "Thou Star of the Deep." The fact of the modern origin of the hymn does not make it less probable that the earlier one of Fortunatus suggested it. It was written by Mrs. Hemans, and occurs between the forty-third and forty-fourth stanzas of her long poem, "The Forest Sanctuary." A Spanish Christian who had embraced the Protestant faith fled to America (such is the story of the poem) to escape the cruelties of the Inquisition, and took with him his Catholic wife and his child. During the voyage the wife pined away and died, a martyr to her conjugal loyalty and love. The hymn to the Virgin purports to have been her daily evening song at sea, plaintively remembered by the broken-hearted husband and father in his forest retreat on the American shore with his motherless boy. The music was composed by a sister of Mrs. Hemans, Mrs. Hughes, who probably arranged the lines as they now stand in the tune. The song, though its words appear in the _Parochial Hymn-book_, seems to be in use rather as parlor music than as a part of the liturgy. "JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL." The golden quality of this best-known and loved of Charles Wesley's hymns is attested by two indorsements that cannot be impeached; its perennial life, and the blessings of millions who needed it. Jesus, Lover of my soul Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! Wesley is believed to have written it when a young man, and story and legend have been busy with the circumstances of its birth. The most poetical account alleges that a dove chased by a hawk dashed through his open window into his bosom, and the inspiration to write the line-- Let me to Thy bosom fly,