THE TUNE. The tune "Corsica" sometimes sung to the words, though written by the famous Von Gluck, shows no sign of the genius of its author. Born at Weissenwang, near New Markt, Prussia, July 2, 1714, he spent his life in the service of operatic art, and is called "the father of the lyric drama," but he paid little attention to sacred music. Queen Marie Antoinette was for a while his pupil. Died Nov. 25, 1787. "Wilmot," (from Von Weber) one of Mason's popular hymn-tune arrangements, is a melody with which the hymn is well acquainted. It has a fireside rhythm which old and young of the same circles take up naturally in song. "HERE, O MY LORD, I SEE THEE FACE TO FACE." Written in October, 1855, by Dr. Horatius Bonar. James Bonar, brother of the poet-preacher, just after the communion for that month, asked him to furnish a hymn for the communion record. It was the church custom to print a memorandum of each service at the Lord's table, with an appropriate hymn attached, and an original one would be thrice welcome. Horatius in a day or two sent this hymn: Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face, Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; THE TUNE. "Morecambe" is an anonymous composition printed with the words by the Plymouth Hymnal editors. "Berlin" by Mendelssohn is better. The metre of Bonar's hymn is unusual, and melodies to fit it are not numerous, but for a meditative service it is worth a tune of its own. "O THOU MY SOUL, FORGET NO MORE." The author of this hymn found in the Baptist hymnals, and often sung at the sacramental seasons of that denomination, was the first Hindoo convert to Christianity. Krishna Pal, a native carpenter, in consequence of an accident, came under the care of Mr. Thomas, a missionary who had been a surgeon in the East Indies and was now an associate worker with William Carey. Mr. Thomas set the man's broken arm, and talked of Jesus to him and the surrounding crowd with so much tact and loving kindness that Krishna Pal was touched. He became a pupil of the missionaries; embraced Christ, and influenced his wife and daughter and his brother to accept his new faith. He alone, however, dared the bitter persecution of his caste, and presented himself for churchmembership. He and Carey's son were baptized in the Ganges by Dr. Carey, Dec. 28, 1800, in the presence of the English Governor and an immense concourse of people representing four or five different religions. Krishna Pal wrote several hymns. The one here noted was translated from the Bengalee by Dr. Marshman. O thou, my soul, forget no more The Friend who all thy sorrows bore; But, O my soul, forget him not. Renounce thy works and ways, with grief, Nor Him forget, who left His throne, Eternal truth and mercy shine And canst thou then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms forget? Oh, no; till life itself depart, His name shall cheer and warm my heart; THE TUNE. There is no scarcity of good long-metre tunes to suit the sentiment of this hymn. More commonly in the Baptist manuals its vocal mate is Brad bury's "Rolland" or the sweet and serious Scotch melody of "Ward," arranged by Mason. Best of all is "Hursley," the beautiful Ritter-Monk choral set to "Sun of My Soul." NEW YEAR. Two representative hymns of this class are John Newton's While with ceaseless course the sun, -and Charles Wesley's Come let us anew our journey pursue; the one a voice at the next year's threshold, the other a song at the open door. While with ceaseless course the sun Hasted thro' the former year As the winged arrow flies A grave occasion, whether unexpected or periodical, will force reflection, and so will a grave truth; and when both present themselves at once, the truth needs only commonplace statement. If the statement is in rhyme and measure more attention is secured. Add a tune to it, and the most frivolous will take notice. Newton's hymn sung on the last evening of the year has its opportunity— and never fails to produce a solemn effect; but it is to the immortal music given to it in Samuel Webbe's "Benevento" that it owes its unique and permanent place. Dykes' "St. Edmund" may be sung in England, but in America it will never replace Webbe's simple and wonderfully impressive choral. Charles Wesley's hymn is the antipode of Newton's in metre and movement. Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round with the year And never stand still till the Master appear. And our talents improve By the patience of hope and the labor of love. Our life is a dream, our time as a stream Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. The arrow is flown, the moment is gone, Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near. One could scarcely imagine a greater contrast than between this hymn and Newton's. In spite of its eccentric metre one cannot dismiss it as rhythmical jingle, for it is really a sermon shaped into a popular canticle, and the surmise is not a |