referred to the wave of
skepticism that had swept over the world, particularly in regard to
prayer, he looked out upon the assembly with a quiet, confident smile
lighting his features, and then quoted the first stanza of Bishop Coxe's
hymn:

O where are kings and empires now,
Of old that went and came?
But, Lord, Thy church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

"For a moment," writes an eye-witness, "there was silence. In another
moment the full significance of the reference had flashed on every mind,
and the response was instantaneous and universal. Shouts, waving of
handkerchiefs, clapping of hands, stamping of feet--I never knew anything
like it. Round after round continued, until the storm of applause ended
in a burst of grateful tears. No one doubted that the Church still
believed in prayer and that the tempest had passed without the loss of a
sail."

In the same volume of "Christian Ballads" there appears another little
poem, most appealing in its simplicity:

In the silent midnight-watches,
List--thy bosom door!
How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh,
Knocketh, evermore!
Say not 'tis thy pulse is beating:
'Tis thy heart of sin;
'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth,
"Rise, and let Me in!"

For a time Coxe gave promise of becoming the "John Keble of America," but
after his election as a bishop in the Episcopal Church, pressing duties
interfered with his literary work, and in later years he wrote few poems.

Bishop Coxe was the son of a noted Presbyterian minister, Rev. Samuel H.
Cox. He was born in Menham, N. J., in 1818. After his graduation from the
University of the City of New York, he decided to leave the Presbyterian
Church and to enter the Episcopalian fold. At the same time he added an
"e" to the end of his name, much to his father's displeasure! He died in
1896 at the age of seventy-eight years.

The Hymn of a Consecrated Woman

More love to Thee, O Christ,
More love to Thee;
Hear Thou the prayer I make
On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee.

Once earthly joy I craved,
Sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek,
Give what is best;
This all my prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee.

Then shall my latest breath
Whisper Thy praise;
This