with affection for the souls of redeemed men, and anticipating the visions of future glory. Three volumes of hymns he and his brother had already published; and this year (1740) they added a fourth, not at all inferior to its predecessors in poetic merit, or Christian feeling. It bears the same title as the last two volumes which they had sent forth; and contains several admirable translations from the German, which doubtless came from the pen of John. The original hymns, among which are some of the finest in the English language, display a deep pathos, with all the energy and daring of Charles's genius. The following stanzas, which occur in a hymn describing a storm at sea, exhibit the writer's mighty faith, and power of expression. They were probably addressed to Mr. Whitefield on his embarking a second time for America.

Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,

And back to highest heaven are borne,
Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,
And all the watery world upturn.

Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
In vain to' impair the calm ye try,
The calm in a believer's breast.

The volume comprises a fine hymn "for the Kingswood colliers ;" another, for "the anniversary of one's conversion; and one on 66 walking over Smithfield." But the most remarkable hymn in the volume is one entitled, “The just shall live by faith;" which describes Mr. Charles Wesley's religious history up to this period of his life. It is an instructive record; and is here given entire.

Come hither, all who serve the Lord,
Who fear and tremble at his word,

Hear me his loving-kindness tell;
Hear what he for my soul hath done,
And look to find it in your own;
Expect his promised love to feel.

Come hither, all ye slaves of sin,
Ye beasts without, and fiends within,
Glad tidings unto all I show;
Jesus's grace for all is free;
Jesus's grace hath found out me,
And now he offers it to you.

Dead in the midst of life I was;
Unconscious of my Eden's loss,

Long did I in the graves remain,
A fallen spirit, dark and void,
Unknowing, and unknown of God,

I felt not, for I hugg'd, my chain.

He call'd; I answer'd to his call,
Confess'd my state, and mourn'd my fall,
And strove, and groan'd to be renew'd:
With gradual horror then I saw
The nature of the fiery law,

But knew not then a Saviour's blood.

For ten long legal years I lay

A helpless, though reluctant, prey

To pride, and lust, and earth, and hell:
Oft to repentance vain renew'd,
Self-confident for hours I stood,

And fell, and grieved, and rose, and fell.

I fasted, read, and work'd, and pray'd,
Call'd holy friendship to my aid,

And constant to the altar drew;
"'Tis here,' I cried, he must be found!
By vows and new engagements bound,
All his commands I now shall do.'

Soon as the trying hour return'd
I sunk before the foes I scorn'd,

My firm resolves did all expire:
Why hath the law of sin prevail'd?
Why have the bonds of duty fail'd?
Alas! the tow hath touch'd the fire.

Hardly at last I all gave o'er,

I sought to free myself no more,

Too weak to burst the fawler's snare;

Baffled by twice ten thousand foils,
I ceased to struggle in the toils,
And yielded to a just despair.

'Twas then my soul beheld from far The glimmering of an orient star,

That pierced and cheer'd my nature's night;

Sweetly it dawn'd, and promised day,

Sorrow and sin it chased away,

And open'd into glorious light.

He here doubtless refers to the notion of Molther, that there is no true faith where there is any doubt.

But O! his tyranny is o'er!-
How shall my rescued soul adore

Thy strange, thy unexampled, grace!
A brand pluck'd from the fire I am!
O Saviour, help me to proclaim,

Help me to show forth all thy praise!

Fain would I spread through earth abroad The goodness of my loving God,

And teach the world thy grace to prove ; Unutterably good thou art!

Read, Jesu, read my panting heart;

Thou see'st it pants to break with love!

I only live to find thee there :
The mansion for thyself prepare,

In love anew my heart create:
The mighty change I long to feel ;
For this my vehement soul stands still;
Restless, resign'd, for this I wait.

I know my struggling nought avails,
My strength and foolish wisdom fails;
Vain is my toil, and vain my rest:
Only before thy feet I lay,

The Potter thou, and I the clay;
Thy will be done, thy will is best.

I need not urge my eager plea;
The blood of sprinkling speaks for me;
Jesus for me vouchsafes to' appear;
For me before the throne He stands,
Points to his side, and lifts his hands,

And shows that I am graven there!

Suffice it, Lord, I now believe :
To thee my ransom'd soul I give ;

Hide it till all life's storms be o'er :

O keep it safe against that day!
Thou ever liv'st for me to pray:

Thy prayer be heard, I ask no more.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE difference of opinion between the Wesleys and the Moravian Brethren who met in Fetter-lane, respecting the ordinances of God, and which led to their separation, was quickly succeeded by disputes at Kingswood on the subject of predestination: one of the most perplexing questions, viewed in all its bearings, that ever vexed the Christian church. It was not to be expected that controversy on this topic could be permanently avoided in the religious societies which were now rising up in various directions. It had been mooted in some of the meetings of the young converts in London, when Mr. John Wesley was in Germany; but Charles opposed the Calvinian view with such firmness, as prevented all further attempts at that time to unsettle the minds of the people respecting the universality of God's love to men. He was not equally successful in Kingswood, where strenuous attempts were made, by a man whom the Wesleys themselves had invested with influence, to leaven the society with Calvin's bold and repulsive peculiarities.

As Mr. Whitefield was the first that carried the truth to the Kingswood colliers; so a school for the instruction of their children was first proposed in connexion with his pious and disinterested labours there. He knelt down and prayed upon the spot, commenced the fund by means of subscriptions and congregational collections; and then, being on the point of leaving England, he resigned the whole concern into the hands of Mr. John Wesley, who took the entire responsibility upon himself. He completed the design under many discouragements, and with a considerable sacrifice of his own property; upwards of thirty pounds of the sum which had been contributed towards the building having been stolen by a young man, who confessed the fact when under sentence of death for another felony. "You call Kingswood your own house," said Dr. Church: "So I do," rejoined Mr. Wesley; "that is, the school-house there. For I bought the ground where it stands, and paid for the building it, partly from