-./ c. n L^ "I limilrl not fiie %\vc^^r EVANGELIZED BY ITS AUTHOR -^ With thp: Story of the Hymn, and a Brief Account of ST. JOHNLAND. .SV;/;;' /(;;• //•,■ hciicfit of St. Johiilaiid, .\\ V New York : T . W H I T T a K l-: R & C () . , 1' U 13 [, I S H I', R S , No. 2 BIBLE HOUSE. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in ilie year 1871, by T. WHITTAKER & CO., In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C John Ross & Company, Pkinters, 27 Rose Street, New York. TO m^ Meb. mm^ Srijatf, m.m., THE LOVINC; TATROX OF MY VERSES, T///S LAST OF TIFEM IS, WITH CHRISTIAN AFFECTION AND ESTEEM, INSCRIKEI) BY HIS FRIEND AND BROTHER, WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG. St. Liike's Hospital, December, 1871. Hymn 187 of Pkayer-Book Collection. I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to sta)' Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin. Temptation without, and corruption within : E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. I would not live alway : no, welcome the tomb ; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise To hail Ilim in triumph descending the skies. Who, who would live alway, away from his God ; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll. And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ? A Fablpj Apologetic. EVANGELIZE ME ! quoth the Hymn. Am I a heathen, or an infidel, that 1 need any such process ? Am I not ah-eady in good odor with evangeHcal Christians ? x'\re they not satisfied with me in my present form ? Am I not dear to them in their chnrches and their homes ? Am I not a comfort to them in their sorrows, when they truly desire not to " live alway " ? Have I not been on the lips of departing saints, and after- ward, in the funeral dirge, the sweet solace of the bereaved ? Why. then, interfere with such sacred associations ? Besides, it is too late. I am imprinted on memories, where I shall remain unchanged, and am stereotyped in well-nigh all the hymn-books of the land. Further, I am no longer your possession : 1 be- long to the Christian public. No, my dear father, let well alone, and only be thankfid for the blessed privilege you have en- joyed through 3'our favored offspring. So 1 am, my dear Hymn, replies the author, deeply, humbly thankful — more so than I dare express. Little could I have thought, nearly fifty years ago, when you were born, that you would be living now, a minister of consolation and holy joy. Here I am silent, lest if I said what I feel it would seem affectation. Far be it from me to violate the sacred associations of your past and present, which I am bound religiously to respect. Apart from any paternal fondness for my own — looking at you only objectively, as we say— I can have no slight regard for you, considering your cherished placs in the affections ot so many of the people of God. I hesitate to fault you, that 1 may not impliedly fault them, yet, you know, I have never deemed you perfect. Whenever I have thought how much you are loved, the satisfaction has always been dampened by the regret that you are not more distinctively Christian. In that regard, full pious as you are. I have always been sorry that you fail. For example, when the Christian looks wistfully to the life above, it is not so much from discontent, as you seem to make it, with the life below. It is not complaint that "storm after storm rises dark o'er - the way"; much less is it a murmur at our earthly existence as if only a " few lurid mornings." Such language belongs to occasional moods of de- pression, to which, indeed, most of us are liable ; but they are not to be indulged. The good man, unless he be one of the born children of woe, has too many sunshiny days to wish to be gone on account of his gloomy ones ; and, though his sky be more or less overcast with cloud or storm, there is always " the braid of heavenly light," or the " rainbow in sight like unto an emerald " from the Sun of Righteousness, to cheer up his faith in the house of his pilgrimage. " Fettered by sin " are rather strong words to express the " corruption of nature which remaineth in them that are re- generate " ; and where is the freed man in Christ, if he still be enchained by evil ? " Welcome the tomb " is a real utterance in extreme trouble or suffering, or in the infirmities of age, but not ordinarily. " There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise " sounds too much like a sleep of the soul, a state of unconsciousness, be- tween death and the resurrection. Sweet repose in paradise, not in the tomb, is another thing. " Flow o'er the bright plains " must be a mistake for " flow through.'' I fear to say I do not quite affection your last line, for I should have to give my reason, and that might spoil it in holier minds than my own. My chief dissatisfaction, however, is not with your faults, but with your defect in having too little evangelic faith. But I must stop, as I would not be hypercritical, nor want- ing in deference to the general estimate of vour merit just as you are. That you will retain. Do not fear being neglected 8 in 3'our old character. The devout sentimentality of young-er days will not be displaced by the more sober product of age. At an}- rate, I would leave something behind me of the same tenor as yourself, for which, though it ma}' be your in- ferior in poesy, I must claim somewhat more of Gospel and more reality. May its future be as long -as your past ! May all who sav with the patriarch, / would not live alway, be ani- mated by the clearer faith of the apostle whose willingness to depart was -'a desire to be with Christ, which is far better"! " / nvoiild not live ahvay." — Job. " 7o depart and he ivH/i Christ, tvliich is far better.'' — Sr. Paul. T WOULD not live alwa)', I ask not to stay, -■- So ni)- work be but done, upon life's toilsome way Whate'er be our portion of weal or of woe, Enough are the days of our sojourn below. I would not live alway, in conflict with sin, With the wiles of the tempter, around and within ; Though rejoicing in hope of the conquerors song, The warfare that wins it I would not prolong. I would not live alway, for suffering to grieve. And give but a sigh when I )earn to relieve ; Glad in labors of mercy, yet sadden'd to know How misery's dark waters, unebbing, still flow. lO I would not live alway : the night of the tomb I'll dread not since Jesus hath passed through its gloom ; My Light and my Life ! by the way He then bless'd, When He calls me to come, would I here have my rest ? No ! I would not live alway, away evermore From the presence of Him whom unseen I adore — From those mansions of peace He hath gone to prepare, That His brethren the house of His Father may share. There, there, I'd live alway, those blessed to meet, His brethren, my brethren, in fellowship sweet, From all ages, all nations, there gathered the whole, In the joys of His love, endless bliss of the soul. Alleluia, Amen — henceforth be my song ; Live alway I shall, yea, alway as long As Christ Himself lives. — Not till He dies again I cease in His glory and with Him to reign. St. Luke's Hosri-iAi, N. V.. Dec. 1871. J5 vo^r^iU"* vxofHI^^ cJL- ^^ I 1 ^ I ^ P -r^^ ^^ ^ ^ ^ J ~h ^ F=F ^-^^ ^^"^ aLtz^rrra^E^ ^ ^E -€^ -^^-J "^ .1 CT *- ^ ^ '^ ISZ- f"=f :^ 1 ** I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live : 1 will praise my God while I have my being." — Psalm civ. 33. REMIxVTSCENCES. I SHOULD not think or appending a " history " ot my hymn were it not that I am so often asked for it, and the present is a good oppor- tunity for compliance. The much longer composition, of which it is a part, first appeared in a religious paper in Philadelphia — the Episcopal Re- corder — in the year 1824. The legend that it was written on an occasion of private grief is a fancy. In the year 1826, the General Convention of the Episcopal Church appointed a committee to prepare a collection of hymns, to be added to the fifty-six which were then the whole number attached to the Prayer-Book. This measure was, in consequence of an awakened interest in hyninody, owing not a little — I may be pardoned for recording — to some publications of my own, one of them, " A Plea for Christian Hymns," addressed to a special General Convention in the year ; another was a collection called " Church Poetry," which, be- ginning to be used in several quarters, gave occasion to the remark in Convention that it was high time the Church acted in the matter, for, it she did not, the clergy would take it into their own hands. The above- mentioned committee consigned the business with which they were charged to a sub-committee, to report at the time of the next General Convention, 1829. Ot that sub-committee I was a member, and had largely to do in making up its report, which contained several ot my hymns, among them the one before us, but not placed there, I need hardly say, by my- self. One of them, " Shout the Glad Tidhigs," was written at the par- ticular request of Bishop Hobart, who wanted something that would go to the tune by Avison, then popular to the words, by Moore, " Sound the Loud Timbrel." He hked the verses I made for the music, with which he was greatly taken, so well that he had them struck off before the hymns were published, and sung in Trinity Church on Christmas day. " I Would not Live Ahvay " was an abridgment of the original, which he had seen in the Episcopal Recorder, by Dr. H. Onderdonk, then rector of St. Ann's, Brooklyn, with some revision by myself. At the meeting of the whole committee, in 1829, the report of the sub-committee was presented, and each of the hymns was passed upon. When this came up, one of the members remarked that it was very sweet and pretty, but rather sen- timental, upon which it was unanimously thrown out. Not suspected as the author, I voted against myself. That, I supposed, was the end of it. The committee, which sat until late at night at the house of Bishop White, agreed upon their report to the Convention, and adjourned. But the next morning. Dr. Onderdonk (who was not one of their numbei', but who, on invitation, had acted with the sub-committee, which, in fact, con- sisted of him and myself) called on me to enquire what had been tlone. Upon my telling him that among the rejected hymns was this one of mine, he said, " That will never do," and went about among the members of the committee, soliciting them to restore the hymn in their report, which accordingly they did ; so that to him is due the credit of giving it to the Church. Among the contributions made by Dr. Onderdonk to our present collection, the best known are his two missionary hymns. In these reminiscences, one singular fact must not be omitted. Some 15 eighteen years ago, a printer in Litchfield, Connecticut, wishing to disabuse the pubHc mind as to the authorship of the hymn, declared, in a paper with which he had some connection, that he had written it himself. Of this, of course, I took no notice, but was not a little surprised when, in consequence of it, some of my brethren, editors of Church papers, hinted at their doubts on the subject. On being requested to assure them of the fact, I replied in a communication to one of them, stating, if they thought I was capable of letting the work of another pass for so many years as my own, they would not be sure of anything I might say. But the better story of the hymn it is not for me to write, nor another, of a different kind, of the amusing compliments paid to the author, as if it were the solitary mark of his life. To make the preceding account complete^ the /o/h7vin}^ pieces referred to in it are inserted^ although often printed before. I WOULD not live al\va\' — live alway below ! Oil, no, I'll not linger when bidden to