He will hide me, saftiv hide me In the shadow of His hand. So while here the cross I'm bearing, Naught can harm His Father's child. THE TUNE. An animating choral in nine-eight tempo, with a swinging movement and fugue chorus, is rather florid for the hymn, but undeniably musical.. Mr. James McGranahan was the composer. He was born in Adamsville, Pa., July 4, 1840. His education was acquired mostly at the public schools, and both in general knowledge and in musical accomplishments it may be said of him that he is “self-made." Music was born in him, and at the age of nineteen, with some valuable help from men like Bassini, Webb, Root and Zerrahn, he had studied to so good purpose that he taught music classes himself. This talent, joined to the gift of a very sweet tenor voice, made him the natural successor of the lamented Bliss, and, with Major D. W. Whittle, he entered on a career of gospel work, making between 1881 and 1885 two successful tours of England, Scotland and Ireland, and through the chief American cities. Among his publications are the Male Chorus Book, Songs of the Gospel and the Gospel Male Choir. Resides at Kinsman, O. “REVIVE THY WORK, O LORD.” (Heb. 3:2.) The supposed date of the hymn is 1860; the author, Albert Midlane. He was born at Newport on the Isle of Wight, Jan. 23, 1825 a business man, but, being a Sunday-school teacher, he was prompted to write verses for children. The habit grew upon him till he became a frequent and acceptable hymn-writer, both for juvenile and for general use. English collections have at least three hundred credited to him. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare, Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, THE TUNE. Music and words together make a song-litany alive with all the old psalm-tune unction and the new vigor; and both were upon Mr. McGranahan when he wrote the choral. It is one of his suc cesses. Revive thy work, O Lord, And by the Holy Ghost our love REFRAIN. Revive Thy work, O Lord, And give refreshing showers; "WHERE IS MY WANDERING BOY TO-NIGHT?" This remarkable composition-words and music by Rev. Robert Lowry-has a record among sacred songs like that of "The Prodigal Son" among parables. A widowed lady of culture, about forty years of age, who was an accomplished vocalist, had ceased to sing, though her sweet voice was still in its prime. The cause was her sorrow for her runaway boy. She had not heard from him for five years. While spending a week with friends in a city distant from home, her hidden talent was betrayed by the friends to the pastor of their church, where a revival was in progress, and persuasion that seemed to put a duty upon her finally procured her consent to sing a solo. The church was crowded. With a force and feeling that can easily be guessed she sang "Where Is My Boy Tonight?" and finished the first stanza. She began the second,— Once he was pure as morning dew, As he knelt at his mother's knee, |