Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. JOHN KENT. JOHN KENT was born at Bideford, Devonshire, in December, 1766. During his childhood, his father removed to Plymouth, having obtained employment as a shipwright in Plymouth Dock, now Devonport. In his fourteenth year, he was apprenticed to his father. Not having pos sessed the advantage of a school education, his leisure hours were now devoted to selfimprovement. He began to write sacred verses. In 1803, he published a selection of these compositions in a 32m0 volume, entitled "A Collection of Original Gospel Hymns." Kent continued to reside at Plymouth, pursuing a career of unobtrusive piety. He was latterly afflicted with the loss of eyesight. His death took place on the 15th November, 1843. "I am accepted," were his last words, as he gently fell asleep. The hymns of John Kent have been frequently reprinted. Those which follow have been transcribed from "Original Gospel Hymns and Poems, by John Kent, with a life of the Author, by his son;" tenth edition, London, 1861, 12mo. THE ROCK OF AGES. WHEN Overwhelm'd with doubts and fear, When storms of sin and sorrows beat, When guilt lies heavy on my soul, When sick, or faint, or sore dismay'd, Shall shield my head when dangers rise. Shelter'd by Thine omnipotence, What potent arm shall pluck me hence? On every side I'm guarded well, With love and grace immutable. High as my sin, yea, higher too, When call'd the vale of death to tread, A SINNER SAVED. LET Zion in her songs record The honours of her dying Lord, Triumphant over sin; How sweet the song there's none can say, But he whose sins are wash'd away, Who feels the same within. We claim no merit of our own, Our hopes on Jesus place; In heart, in lip, in life depraved, Our theme shall be "a sinner saved," We'll sing the same while life shall last, Then, in a song for ever new, The glorious theme we'll still pursue Prepared of old, at God's right hand, For all the blood-bought race; REIGNING GRACE. HARK! how the blood-bought host above Join thou, my soul; for thou canst tell When David fell, in days of old, To sing, while endless ages roll, That Grace triumphant reigns. Grace, till the tribes redeemed by blood Are brought to know themselves and God, Her empire shall maintain; To call, when He appoints the day, When call'd to meet the King of Dread, Should love compose my dying bed, And Grace my soul sustain, Then, ere I quit this mortal clay, Let Grace triumphant reign. LORD KINLOCH. WILLIAM PENNEY, a Judge of the Court of Session in Scotland, under the title of Lord Kinloch, was born in Glasgow, on the 8th August, 1801. His father, who bore the same Christian name, was a merchant in that city. He was educated at the University of Glasgow. Selecting the profession of the law, he passed advocate in 1824. In 1858, he was raised to the bench. The following compositions, by Lord Kinloch, are transcribed, with permission, from his lordship's volume of religious poetry, entitled "Time's Treasure, or Devout Thoughts for every Day of the Year;" 1863, 8vo. Besides this work, Lord Kinloch has published "The Circle of Christian Doctrine," 1861, 8vo; and "Studies for Sunday Evening," 1866, 8vo. HOLY GROUND. 'Tis not the temple's shrine, The bush on Horeb's peak, The prophet bent to reverence meek; For God the spot illumed. The sword at night beheld Think of thy God as near; Put off, O man, thy shoes, With which thou earth hast trod; And worship pay thy God. So shalt thou find a light, To burn and still endure; A Leader, of all-conquering might, To make thy Canaan sure. THE ONLY POSSIBLE. I CANNOT clear this troubled breast I cannot drive this sin away, I cannot love as I desire, I cannot rise, as fain I would, In vain are all my efforts made O Saviour, is to cling to Thee: ; In time of dread, Thy hand to hold ; In loss, Thy charter to unfold; On Thee to lean when prompt to fall; HEAVEN REALIZED. FAIN would I soar above this earth, I'd wrest my moments from the power In heaven, amid the bright ones there. |