Oh, by Thy soul-inspiring grace, Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Where light, and life, and joy, and peace, Where saints are clothed in spotless white, A HYMN OF PRAISE. LORD of power, Lord of might, Light, and love, and life are Thine, Graft within our heart of hearts Full of years, and full of peace, May our life on earth be blest; And at last we sink to rest, N N PATRICK HUNTER THOMS. PATRICK HUNTER THOMS is a native of Dundee. He is editor of Professor Moses Stuar Letters to Dr. Channing on the Divinity of Christ, to which he has prefixed an introductary essay. Several fugitive pieces, both in prose and verse, have proceeded from his pen. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. WHEN Adam dwelt in Eden's bowers, When Abel drew the firstling's blood, When Jacob lay at dead of night, The base a pillar'd house of prayer. When Hebrew captives named the name So when the loving Saviour knelt On Olivet, mid evening air, And told His God the woes He felt, That mountain brow His house of prayer,— Or in Gethsemane's dark shade, When tears of blood His form did wear, By foes beset, by friends betrayed, His solace was the house of prayer. When contrite souls to God draw nigh, In lonely cot or silent glen, The spirit of devotion there, God dwells within that house of prayer. AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY. THE son of Richard Toplady, a major in the army, who died at the siege of Carthagena, the subject of this sketch was born at Farnham, Surrey, on the 4th November, 1740. He was educated at Westminster school. After a further period of desultory study, he took orders in June, 1762. Soon after he was instituted in the living of Blagdon, Somersetshire. In 1768, he became vicar of Broadhembury, Devonshire, an office which he retained till his death. He died on the 11th August, 1778, in his 38th year. His writings, which are chiefly theological, have been collected and published in six volumes 8vo. His "Poems on Sacred Subjects,' were published anonymously at Dublin in 1759. The whole of his hymns and poems, 133 in number, were reprinted by Mr. Daniel Sedgwick, in 1860. A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING.* ROCK of ages, cleft for me, From Thy riven side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. Not the labours of my hands Thou must save, and Thou alone. * This hymn has been erroneously assigned to Charles Wesley. It originally appeared in The Gospel Magazine, signed "A. T.," in March, 1776, when Toplady was editor. Nothing in my hand I bring, Whilst I draw this fleeting breath ; FOR THE DIVINE GUIDANCE. O THAT my ways were made so strait, O that Thy strength might enter now, To make me as a faithful bow O that I all to Christ were given, No more the panting hart desires Set up Thine image in my heart, Bid every idol now depart, Still keep me in the heavenly path; And lead me by the hand till faith TO THE SOUL.* DEATHLESS principle, arise! Lo, He beckons from on high! Hovering, round thy pillow bend; Is thy earthly house distrest, Shudder not to pass the stream; *This hymn was written by the author when he was under affliction; it was sent by him to Lady Huntingdon. |