RECENT HYMN-WRITERS AND THEIR HYMNS. FABER. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, the author of some of the most finished, ornate, and peculiarly beautiful poems of the present generation of hymn-writers, was born in 1815, was early schooled at Harrow, and graduated at Oxford, in 1836. He was a minister of the Established church for some ten years, but at the age of thirty-one he became a communicant of the church of Rome. After the change in his views, he established a brotherhood of priests at London, and lived a somewhat secluded and ascetic life. He died in 1863. His hymns are flowers from both Catholic and Protestant soil, but are generally as liberal in spirit as they are pure in diction and lofty in sentiment. He had many religious doubts and conflicts, and his life, though uneventful, was one of peculiar experiences. He died in the prime of manhood, yet lived to say: "A weary actor, I would fain Be quit of my long part, The burden of unquiet life Lies heavy on my heart." Both of the hymns which we give, are from a collection of Faber's poems, called "Oratory Hymns," and are colored by his own religious feelings. They indicate his unrest, and his expectation of peace at last. They are founa in both Protestant and Catholic collections. I. HARK! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, The pilgrims of the night. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary, All journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; II. O PARADISE, O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land O Paradise, O Paradise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where loyal hearts and true, etc. O Paradise, O Paradise! To feel, to see him near; Where loyal hearts and true, etc. O Paradise, O Paradise! I want to sin no more, I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; Where loyal hearts and true, etc. O Paradise, O Paradise! I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord All rapture through and through, KEBLE. SUN of my soul! thou Saviour dear, When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, If some poor wandering child of thine Watch by the sick; enrich the poor Come near and bless us when we wake, We lose ourselves in heaven above. This hymn is from Keble's "Christian Year," a book that embodies many choice Christian experiences, which have been recognized with gratitude by the universal church, although especially written for those whose worship follows the set forms of the Church of England. Mr. Keble lived a quiet, retired life, and drank from spiritual fountains in secluded places; but his rare gifts |