must be allowed to express well, what may be styled the reigning theory of Christianity among our modern sects. But now, with all due respect to Mr. Campbell, (who has this honorable apology, indeed, in our mind, that he has made more conscience of following out his principle to its proper consequences, than many others, who denounce his consequences, while they make common cause with him in his principle); with all due respect, we say, to President Campbell, this is not Christianity, but in its best view Judaism; and when made to stand for the conception of Christianity, it always involves, though it may be under the guise of an abstract supernaturalism, the very power of Rationalism itself; which only needs suitable scientific searoom, to run out finally into all the results of its past significant and truly instructive history in Germany. Of this we have not a shadow of doubt. Christianity is no such outward statute-book of things to be believed and things to be done. It is "the law of life in Christ Jesus." It is a new constitution of grace and truth starting in Christ's person, and perpetuating itself in this form, as a most real historical fact, by the Church, The difference between this conception and the other, (Moses and Christ, John i. 17, John the Baptist and Christ, Matth. iii. 11, ix. 11,) is very great; and we only wish that Mr. Campbell, and many others, could be led to revolve it solemnly and earnestly in their minds. What if it might be found to be the true Ariadne thread in the end, that should conduct them forth from the horrible sect labyrinth into the clear sunlight of catholicity, which they have been so unsuccessfully struggling to reach in a different way.

There is much besides to be learned from this History of Denominations, for the right understanding and appreciation of the sect spirit. We are admonished, however, by the length of our article, to dwell no farther at present on details. What we have to say farther, will be presented hereafter in the form of certain general reflections, which come over us painfully from the contemplation of the subject as a whole.

J. W. N.

ART. XXXV.-HORE GERMANICE, or Hymns from the German, in the metres of the originals.

No. 1. A version of "Lobe den Herren, den mächtigen König der Ehren."

[This well known hymn was composed by Joachim Neander, born in Bremen, anno 1610, where he also died as pastor, in 1680. He was an intimate friend of Spener. He composed quite a number of hymns, some of which he himself set to music.]

PSALM CIII., 1–5.

Praise thou the Lord, the omnipotent monarch of glory;
Join in, my soul, with the heavenly choir in their story!
Come and partake;
Psaltery and Harp also wake,
Sing the Creator's great glory!

Praise thou the Lord, who e'er ruleth and guideth all surely;
Over life's pathway, so fearful, he leads thee securely;

Ever he sends

Mercies and blessings and friends;
Then from thy heart thank him truly.

Praise thou the Lord, who hath fearfully, wonderf'lly made thee;
Health hath vouchsafed, and when heedlessly falling hath stayed thee;
Fainting and weak,

When not a word thou couldst speak,
Wings of his mercy did shade thee.

Praise thou the Lord, who thy life hath so visibly guided,
Streams of free grace, in his Son for thy sin hath provided;
Plain to thy view,

God, the Almighty and True,
Ne'er from his child is divided.

Praise thou the Lord, and forget all his benefits never;
Swell the loud chorus, ye chosen, till broad as a river,
Upward it stream;

Soul, O forget not this theme,

Praise him, O praise him for ever.

No. 2. A version of "Ach sey mit deiner Gnade."

[Composed by Carl Bernhard Garve, a clergyman of the Moravian Church, born near Hanover, anno 1765, and died at Herrnhut, 1841.]

2. COR. xiii. 13.

THY grace be ever with us,
O Jesus, Blessed Lord!
'Gainst Satan's wiles defend us,
And help divine afford.

Thy love be round about us,
O Father, Gracious God!
Without its cheering presence,
This World's a dreary road.

With thy communion bless us,
O Spirit, Heavenly Dove!
While pilgrims here we wander,
And in the realms above.

No. 3. A version of "Der du noch in der letzten Nacht." [Composed by Count Zingendorf, the founder of the Moravian Church, born anno 1700, and died 1760.]

JOHN Xiii., 34, 35.

O thou, who on that mournful eve,
When death was near at hand,

Didst speak once more of Christian love
Unto thy chosen band:

Remind thy Church, which else, alas!
Dissensions might ensnare,

The union of thy children was,

Thy last command and prayer,

No. 4. A version of "Ich sag es jedem, dasz er lebt."

[Composed by Frederick Von Hardenberg, better known as Novalis, born 1772, died 1801.]

No. 5. A version of "Hallelujah! Schöner Morgen."

[Composed by Benjamine Schmolk, born in 1671. In his old age, like Milton, he became blind. He died in 1737.]

DEUT. V. 12.

Hallelujah! Lovely Morning,

Lovelier far than words can say!

Here I feel no care nor sorrow,
Yes, this is a heavenly day.
Rich abundance here of joys,
All my inmost soul employs.

Sabbath, full of light and beauty,
Day of sweetest rest to me!
In these dark and barren journeys,
With thy calm serenity,
Thou dost drive away distress,
O thou day of blessedness.

How I feel my Father's blessings,
On me fall as morning dew!
While his heavenly, verdant pastures,
Burning with desire, I view.
O this sacred morning hour,
Hath a rich refreshing power.

Rest, then, all my world employments;
To another work I haste,
For I need my freest powers,

In the highest God to rest.
Nought beseems this holy day,
Save to bless my God and pray.

In the silence of devotion,

Will I keep my heart awake;
Of the highest, truest treasures,
In their fullness I'll partake;
For my Jesus, to my heart,
Will the word of life impart.

Lord, encourage my endeavors,
And do thou prepare my taste;
Truth and comfort thence obtaining,
Let me to my manna haste:
Thus within my ready mind,
Shall thy word its echo find.

Bless the teachings of thy servants;
All their fear of man displace,
And with those who to thee listen,
Make thy covenant of grace:
Thus accepted at thy throne,
Deign their prayers and praise to own

Grant that I this day may finish,
As it is this morn begun.
Bless and animate and cherish,
Thou, who art thy people's sun,
Till perfected, I and they

Hail th' eternal SABBATH-DAY.

J. H. G.