Through that old city, the dead generations Fear came upon them, and trouble and sorrow, As we have heard it in song and in story, Teach us that still, as of old, Thou art seated, Teach us the Name that is written above Thee, Teach us that even our sorrow and sadness Walk about Zion, and go round about her, Number her towers so stately and strong; Say to your children how long she has breasted Let them not think that the God who has guided Spirit of Mercy! depart from us never; M. C. THE SEA ANEMONE. THE tide is down, and thou art left alone To thine own patient powers. Fast closed and still, Thou restest, till the rising waters fill I touch thee with this staff-one little arm Feels the intrusion, and resentful all And into apathetic stillness fall. Thy tinted beauty, varying with the play Of varying waters, coldly dies away: Nor wilt thou shew again whilst strangers near thee stay. Thou baskest in the light, when Ocean's kiss On the soft lips of earth is gently heard: From sportive fish to floating slumbering bird. But when the fickle sea is wroth again, Thy steadfast grasp thou dost unmoved retain, And o'er thee the mad waves surge up and dash in vain. My soul, my soul, when wilt thou learn to wait, And thankful take God's blessings, when He smiles? And shrink from every contact which defiles? And so unmoved, of griefs and fears endure the shock? W. E. H. DEVOTIONS OF THE ABYSSINIAN CHURCH. I HAVE thought it would not be uninteresting to bring before the readers of The Monthly Packet some selections from translations of the Hymnal of Jared, having already called attention to several of them in the pages of a contemporary. The resources of the Degua or Hymnal are so great, that anything like sameness or repetition need not be feared. These compositions appear in their unrhymed form in a reprint from the Journal of Sacred Literature,' by a London Rector. Although the very interesting Prayers and Offices do not come within the scope of my remarks, I cannot refrain from giving two or three extracts from an Evening Prayer. 'We will praise Thee, O LORD, for Thou hast continued us the livelong day, And hast delivered us from all wherein we have gone astray, And hast fed us with our daily food, and hast brought us to our rest. Thou hast thought upon us, O Thou Shepherd, that neither slumberest nor sleepest, Whom no darkness darkeneth. Shield us by Thy majesty, and protect us under the shadow of Thy wings, and number us among Thy sheep, whom Thou leadest out by day into Thy blessing and bringest home at night into the repose of Thy mercy. We will be as blessed sheep who rejoice in our condition, And we will be as the good son who loved his father, and not as the wicked son who provoked his hand to anger; And we will render praises to Thee when we come to our rest, whither Thy holy Right Hand is leading us.' I cannot help thinking that these beautiful words of prayer, (so unlike the unbridled expressions of modern religionism) must lead to a favourable reception of these specimens of the praises of the Abyssinian Church. The simple yet sublime piety which breathes in these petitions is most touching, but not more so than that contained in a Sabbath-day hymn, a specimen of the prose of which I subjoin : The LORD of the Sabbath went up on ship-board; He bridled the might of the winds; He rebuked the sea; It heard its Creator's Voice and was still, And on the Sabbath was a great calm. For the rest of this prose, beautiful in its very simplicity, I must refer the reader to Mr. Rodwell's pamphlet. I have attempted to render it into verse, taking, as the leading idea, the rebuking of the storm by our Blessed LORD. Raged the winds, the waves in madness Brake upon the rock-bound shore: Weary grew the anxious sailors, Shaping course and plying oar, Then the sea's Creator hastened, Came on board the ship to bless; Came to soothe the heart-distress; And the angry deep rebuking, Now another Sabbath morning Though the six days rage around us, With the Cross of Christ for comfort, On Mount Zion be my rest; Truly we may gather from all orthodox sources (as e. g. this Abyssinian Hymnal) those gems which lie enshrined in Offices and Liturgies, and which the learning and piety of the devout from time to time disclose. I cannot help expressing my opinion, though no doubt it is not a popular one, (I mean with those whose studies lie in the direction of Hymnology,) that German hymns are, as a rule, rather disappointing: at any rate, we have obtained the best of them. Those conversant with the 'Lyra Germanica,' 'Hymns from the Land of Luther,' and the 'Chorale Book for England,' (an ambitious title,) will, I think, agree with me in bewailing their monotony and occasional poverty. Still, without doubt we owe many fine hymns to German sources. Neither are we free from obligation to French, Italian, and even Spanish authors. Nor would I wish to withhold from pious Nonconformist writers the meed of praise which is their due. Indeed it would be ungenerous not to confess that when Churchmen were satisfied with Tate and Brady, the more exalted and fervent strains of the Wesleys, of Watts, (though I can admire but few of the Doctor's compositions,) of Newton, and of Toplady, among others, were the spiritual songs of Dissenters. But the great revival of religion within our own Communion has changed all this; and, as in other matters, so in this, the English Church offers of the best to her Divine LORD, gathering with devout hands things new and old from her treasury, and in the spirit of true Catholicity making her own, her comrades' songs' of East and West. 6 Having gained so much from Latin and Greek sources, surely our collections may now be enriched from the Ethiopic. From a magnificent composition entitled 'The Vigil of the Four Beasts,' I append the following centos, which may perhaps form a hymn not unsuitable for the commemoration of Holy Angels : The watcher-angels slumber not, And when they to our world descend, Beside the river Chebar's banks, Of old Ezekiel saw The Cherubel who bare the Throne In majesty and awe. "Twas when the Heavens were stretched abroad, Like tent for dwelling meet; GOD set the Angels there to stand, And worship at His Feet. I have only to add that if any like to pursue this branch of hymnology, they will find much interesting matter, beside a great deal of good material, in ‘Ethiopic Prayers, No. II.' a reprint, as I have before said, from the Journal of Sacred Literature and Biblical Record. WM. CHATTERTON DIX. |