FOOTNOTES
Reading edition
There’s not a strain to Memory dear, Nor flower in classic grove, There’s not a sweet note warbled here, But minds us of Thy love.
The carrion crow, that loathsome beast, Which cries against the rain, Both for her hue and for the rest The devil resembleth plain: And as with guns we kill the crow, For spoiling our relief, The devil so must we o’erthrow With gunshot of belief.
The blest Apo- stles glorious company, Do praise Thy ho- ly Name continually.
Saviour, if Thy precious love, Could be merited by mine.
No. 37 in the first edition of Wesley’s Hymns, No. 24 in the last. I am sorry it was omitted from the Methodist Hymn-book.
Come to the supper, come, Sinners, there still is room.
Exempted from the general doom, The death which all are born to know; Enoch obtained his heavenly home By faith, and disappeared below.
That with reiterated crimes, he might Heap on himself damnation.
I cannot refrain from saying how much I regret the omission of this hymn from the Methodist Hymn-book. It is retained by the American Methodist Episcopal, Primitive Methodist, and others, though the Primitive Methodist most unfortunately changes ‘flaming’ into ‘loving’ eyes in verse 3, apparently overlooking the reference to ‘His eyes were as a flame of fire.’
‘Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,’ Christians, haste your vows to pay.
Pilgrim, burthened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion’s gate,
a note explaining that it had been suggested to him that ‘this change from restlessness to repose in the mind of Sir Eustace is wrought by a Methodistic call.’ He protests, however, that ‘though evidently enthusiastic in respect to language,’ they ‘are not meant to convey any impropriety of sentiment.’
Silent Spirit, dwell with me, I myself would quiet be; Quiet as the growing blade Which through earth its way has made; Silently, like morning light, Putting mists and chills to flight.
Angelus ad Virginem Subintrans in conclave Virginis formidinem Demulcens inquit, Ave!
339