ADDISON'S TRAVELLER'S HYMN.

How are thy servants blessed, O Lord,
How sure is their defence!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.

When by the dreadful tempest borne

High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we 'll adore;

We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.

Our life, while thou preserv'st that life,

Thy sacrifice shall be:

And death, when death shall be our lot,

Shall join our souls to thee.

This hymn, often used in divine worship by travellers, was first published in No. 489 of the "Spectator," for Sept. 20, 1712. The article to which it is appended is on the sublimity of the sea, and the passages that describe the majestic phenomena of the deep in Holy Writ. It was doubtless written while the ocean scenery

was fresh in the author's mind, and is a choice expression of a peculiar Christian experience. It is claimed that Addison wrote this piece immediately after his continental tour in 1700-1. The original has a fine stanza that is commonly omitted:

"Thy mercy sweetened every soil,

Made every region please,
The hoary Alpine hills it warmed,
And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas."

COUNT ZINZENDORF'S HYMN.
J. WESLEY'S TRANSLATION.

JESUS, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress:
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

Bold shall I stand in thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am—
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came-
Who died for me, e'en me t' atone--
Now for my Lord and God I own.
Lord, I believe thy precious blood-
Which, at the mercy-seat of God
For ever doth for sinners plead—
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed.

Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonement made.

When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea,

Jesus hath lived and died for me.

The first stanza of the above hymn is very well known in Germany, and is there frequently quoted at deathbeds, as Dr. Watts' stanza, beginning,

"Jesus can make a dying bed,'

is quoted in the English tongue. The sentiment in the fourth and fifth stanzas was particularly acceptable to the primitive Methodists.

The hymn, which in the original has thirty stanzas, was written by Count Zinzendorf, (1700-1760,) one of the purest and most spiritual of men, the founder of the religious community of Herrnhut, and the champion and defender of the United Moravian Brethren.

His childhood was remarkable for its confiding simplicity and the beauty of piety. He used to gather children to pray with him, and his pure and aspiring imagination found delight in writing messages of love to the Saviour. Referring to his youthful days and the purity of his motives, he says: "The desire to bring souls to Jesus took possession of me, and my heart became fixed. on the Lamb."

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