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is a recommendation of them to every reader of imagination and taste—they are too poetical . There is a poetical character in his compound epithets ; some of which are too bold for common use , especially those applied to the Supreme Being ; but they are , perhaps , admissible as translations , and are certainly very expressive , and
not alien from o uf language : —we speak now of the language as flowing from the Mell-head of < c English pure and undefiled" in the age of Elizabeth and downward to the Commonwealth . These objections ( if indeed they be objections ) are trifling compared with the real excellence of the "Hymns "—
their spirit of ardent but rational piety , the air of Christianity which is about them all , the sweetness of temper which they at once express and encourage , their entire congeniality with Evangelical morality , and the pathos with which they touch upon the distresses of man ' s condition and the mortality of his nature . We lay before the reader a few specimens .
cc Loss of Friends . "In grief ' s deep solitude , we turn To Thee , our God ! and thence prefer The prayers of those who , doom'd to mourn , Seek comfort from the Comforter .
When friends depart—and hopeless woe The soul of sorrow seems to burst ; Father ! to Thee , to Thee they go , To Thee , from whom they came at first . Ami if on earth their lives were peace , Though earth ' s abode so darksome be ;
" Bow down Thine ear , Almighty One ! Though from earth ' s vale our pray ' rs ascend , Still they may reach Thy heav'nly throne , And with the praise of seraphs blend *
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Teach us to feel that all is right , Since all is guided from above ; A father ' s hand could never smite But with a father ' s gentle love .
How infinite their blessedness , Wafted to heav'n , to joy , to Thee ! iC Humble Worship .
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Review . —Boivring ' s Hymns 619
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For Thou , though great , art gracious , Lord ! And when devotion tunes her soirg , The hallowed thought , the humble word , To Thee upsoar , to Thee belong . The incense of a pious breast , Lowly and reverently paid , Is more acceptable and blest Than passion ' s fire , or pomp's parade .
For what are ours , —and what are all The tributes of man's praise and prayer ? Mere sparkles of a waterfall That melt into the viewless air . But if Thy sun of favour shine Upon the waterdrop—a ray Of beauty and of light divine Gilds it , e ' en when it dies away .
€ C Internal Peace . " Treasures of this worldly scene ! Not to you my hopes are turn'd : Other lessons I have learn'd—I at last have look'd within , And have found sweet thoughts to bless In my bosom ' s deep recess .
I have built a temple fair In my solitary breast ; There my wandering vows shall rest , Seeking consolation there : Spirit of all-ages ! come , Make my heart Thy quiet home !
There is comfort , there is peace , There shall hope and memory dwell ; 'Stablish Thou the citadel , In its beauty , strength , and bliss ; And be there , to light and cheer , Saviour , Lord , and Comforter I
" Parental Providence . " As gentle children fondly press Around their mother ' s knee , So , in my spirit ' s helplessness , 1 fly , my God ! to Thee : And , as a mother ' s cares protect Her offspring from alarm , Do Thou preserve , do Thou direct , Thy children , Lord ! from harm .
'Tis sweet beneath Thy love to be In safe and silent rest , As sleeps an infant on the knee Of her who loves it best : Thy love is wiser , kinder far Than any earthly tie ; Thou kaowest all we want , and are , And , knowing , wilt supply .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1825, page 619, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2541/page/43/
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