Much to himself he thought, but little spoke,

And, undeprived, his benefice forsook.

Now, through the land, his cure of souls he stretched,
And, like a primitive Apostle, preached:

Still cheerful, ever constant to his call,

By many followed, loved by most, admired by all.

With what he begged his brethren he relieved

And gave the charities himself received;

Gave while he taught, and edified the more

Because he shewed by proof 'twas easy to be poor.

In this connection one brief passage from Macaulay is worth quotation. He is writing of a time when the jails of Somersetshire and Dorsetshire were filled with thousands of captives, and says: "The chief friend and protector of these unhappy men in their extremity was one who abhorred their religious and political opinions, one whose Order they hated, and to whom they had done unprovoked wrong-Bishop Ken. That good prelate used all his influence to soften the jailers, and retrenched from his own Episcopal State that he might be able to make some addition to the coarse and scanty fare of those who had defaced his beloved Cathedral. His conduct on this occa

His intellect was indeed

sion was of a piece with his whole life. darkened by many superstitions and prejudices; but his moral character, when impartially reviewed, sustains a comparison with any in ecclesiastical history, and seems to approach as near as human infirmity permits to the ideal perfection of Christian virtue."

There is space remaining for a final word concerning those three hymns, two of which have been sung for two centuries and may be sung for centuries yet to come. They were first printed (with their author's approval) in that Devout Manual for Winchester Scholars, which has not yet lost its charm or power. Following Dean Plumptre, I give the three hymns in full from the edition of the Winchester Manual of 1697, noting in italics the various readings of that of 1712.

A MORNING HYMN.

Awake my Soul, and with the Sun,

Thy daily stage of Duty run;

Shake off dull Sloth, and early [joyful] rise,

To pay thy Morning Sacrifice.

Redeem thy mispent time that's past,
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:
T'improve thy Talent take due care,
Gainst the great Day thy self prepare.
[Thy precious Time mis-spent, redeem;
Each present Day thy last esteem;
Improve thy Talent with due care,
For the Great Day thy self prepare.]

Let all thy Converse [In Conversation] be sincere,

Thy [Keep] Conscience as the Noon-day [Noon-tide] clear; Think how all-seeing God thy ways,

And all thy secret Thoughts surveys.

Influenc'd by [By influence of] the Light Divine,

Let thy own Light in good Works [to others] shine:
Reflect all Heaven's propitious ways [Rays],

In ardent Love, and chearful Praise.

Wake and lift up thyself, my Heart,

And with the Angels bear thy part,

Who all night long unwearied sing,

Glory [High Praise] to the Eternal King.

Awake, awake, [I wake, I wake],* ye Heavenly Choire,

May your Devotion me inspire,

That I, like you, my Age may spend,

Like you, may on my God attend.

May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform, like you, my Maker's Will;
O may I never more do ill!

*This is a later variation.

Had I your Wings, to Heaven I'd flie,
But God shall that defect supply,

And my Soul wing'd with warm desire,
Shall all day long to Heav'n aspire.

Glory [All Praise] to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refresht me whilst I slept.
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless Light partake.

I would not wake, nor rise again,
Ev'n Heav'n itself I would disdain,
Wert not Thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in Hymns to be imploy'd.

Heav'n is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art,
O never then from me depart;

For to my Soul 'tis Hell to be,

But for one moment without [void of] Thee.

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew,

Scatter my sins as Morning dew,

Guard my first springs of Thought, and Will,
And with Thy self my Spirit fill.

Direct, controul, suggest this day,

All I design, or do, or say;

That all my Powers, with all their might,

In Thy sole Glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him, all Creatures here below,

Praise Him above, y' Angelick [ye Heavenly] Host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

AN EVENING HYMN.

Glory [All Praise] to Thee, my God, this night,

For all the Blessings of the Light;

Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,

Under [Beneath] Thy own Almighty Wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,

The ill that I this day have done,

That with the World, my self, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Teach me to live, that I may dread
The Grave as little as my Bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the last day.
[To die, that this vile Body may
Rise glorious at the Awful Day.]

O may my Soul on Thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine [my] Eye-lids close;
Sleep that may me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God when I awake!

When in the night I sleepless lie,

My Soul with Heavenly Thoughts supply;
Let no ill Dreams disturb my Rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.

Dull sleep of Sense me to deprive,

I am but half my days alive;

Thy faithful Lovers, Lord, are griev'd

To lie so long of Thee bereav'd.

But [Yet] though sleep o'r my frailty reigns,

Let it not hold me long in chains,

And now and then let loose my Heart,

Till it an Hallelujah dart.

The faster sleep the sense doth bind, [the senses binds],
The more unfetter'd is the Mind; [are our Minds;]

O may my Soul from matter free,

Thy unvail'd Goodness waking see!
[Thy Loveliness unclouded see.]

O, when shall I, in endless day,

For ever chase dark sleep away,

And endless praise with th' Heavenly Choir

[And Hymns with the Supernal Choir]

Incessant sing, and never tire?

You, my blest Guardian, [O may my Guardian,] whilst I sleep,

Close to my Bed your [his] Vigils keep,

Divine Love into me [His Love angelical] instil,

Stop all the avenues of ill;