July 12, 1813. He
was the organist of St. George's Chapel, Flushing L.I. and a teacher,
composer and compiler. His _Musical Casket_ was not issued until Dec.
1858, but he wrote the tune of "State St." in August, 1844. It was a
contribution to Bradbury's _Psalmodist_, which was published the same
year.

"YE GOLDEN LAMPS OF HEAVEN, FAREWELL."

Dr. Doddridge's "farewell" is not a note of regret. Unlike Bernard, he
appreciates this world while he anticipates the better one, but his
contemplation climbs from God's footstool to His throne. His thought is
in the last two lines of the second stanza, where he takes leave of the
sun--

My soul that springs beyond thy sphere
No more demands thine aid.

But his fancy will find a function for the "golden lamps" even in the
glory that swallows up their light--

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
The pavement of those heavenly courts
Where I shall dwell with God.

The Father of eternal light
Shall there His beams display,
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

_THE TUNE._

The hymn has been assigned to "Mt. Auburn," a composition of George
Kingsley, but a far better interpretation--if not best of all--is H.K.
Oliver's tune of "Merton," (1847,) older, but written purposely for the
words.

"TRIUMPHANT ZION, LIFT THY HEAD."

This fine and stimulating lyric is Doddridge in another tone. Instead of
singing hope to the individual, he sounds a note of encouragement to
the church.

Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known;
Decked in the robes of righteousness,
The world thy glories shall confess.

* * * * *

God from on high has heard thy prayer;
His hand thy ruins shall repair,
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.

The tune, "Anvern," is one of Mason's charming melodies, full of vigor
and cheerful life, and everything can be said of it that is said of the
hymn. Duffield compares the hymn and tune to a ring and its jewel.

It is one of the inevitable freaks of taste that puts so choice a strain
of psalmody out of fashion. Many younger pieces in the church manuals
could be better spared.

"SHRINKING FROM THE COLD HAND OF DEATH."

This is a hymn of contrast, the dark of recoiling nature making the
background of the rainbow. Written by Charles Wesley,