afterwards suppressed. He wrote, in all, about two thousand hymns. Many of them were produced extemporaneously. The brethren took them down and preserved them. Zinzendorf says of them, in speaking of his services at Berlin After the discourse I generally announce another hymn appropriate to the subject. When I cannot find one, I compose one; I say, in the Saviour's name, what comes into my heart. I am, as ever, a poor sinner, a captive of eternal love, running by the side of His triumphal chariot, and have no desire to be anything else as long as I livebeens↑ Irizino sit dood H The hymnody of our Congregational Churches is enriched by | མ་་་ another production, of the Fatherland. It is a thanksgiving hymn, and is so widely known and so highly appreciated,, as to have received the name of the "Te Deum of Germany. It was written by Martin Rinckart, of Eilenbarg, in Saxony. Here he was born in 1586, here he was subsequently pastor, and here he composed this hymn, which has been often sung in every Christian home and church in Saxony, in the chamber of the dying, on the field of battle, and on great political occasions. It was sung on the 28th July, 1817, in Stuttgart, while all the bells were James Were ringing, when, after a year of fearful famine, the first cart, full of sheaves of new wheat, entered the town, decorated with flowers, and acty, 赢 companied by the clergy, the magis trates, and 1,800 children; and it VOL. II.-NEW SERIES. B has since often been sung at harvest! festivals. The joyful and beautiful tune of this hymn, composed by John Crüger, has now become so natu ralized in England, that scarcely a provincial choral festival has been! held for the last three years, at which it has not been sung." It is a composed of two stanzas, of which the first is as followsonw moit mod 9 our method or of trol "Let all men praise the Lord, In worship lowly bending; On His most bending; holy word, i Redeemed from woe, depending. bro One our women hymn in our selection out of the 150 he composed, is contributed by the piety of Ernest C. Homburg. He was a Saxon by birth, and prac tised as a lawyer in Naumburg. He died in 1681. died in 1681. Several of his hymns have been translated. The n already referred to is numbered 373. The second stanza inquires par ya, Ail 1 Muude voj, JW "Tell me, little flock beloved, Joye on whom shone Jesus' face, sät What within your souls then moveď, vd When ye felt His kind o felt His kind embrace ? O disciple! once more blessed, Other objects entrance find."ht The following is an excellent illustration of the style of the Ger-' man hymns. It has been attributed to Louisa Henrietta, Electress of Bradenburg, though Mr. Miller shows" that it was written by Gellert, of IT * Historical Notes to the Lyra Ger*boofreda wo oT manica. + New Congregational Hymn Book No. 449. PP Saxony. In the Congregational Hymn wealth no toil could exhaust. Mr. Book it is No. 388: "Jesus lives! no longer now Can thy terrors, Death, appal us; Jesus lives! by this we know Thou, O Grave, canst not enthralus." Thus have our compilers gathered many choice flowers of German hymnody for the service of the Congregational Churches of this land. But the field they explored has Bunsen's greater German Hymn Book contains nearly 1,000 hymns, selected from no fewer than 150,000, of which only about twenty belong to the Latin Church before the Refor mation. We do not wonder that so many translators have lately' come to us, laden with lays from the land of Luther. Hymnophilos. WUZEER SINGH AND HIS MASTER IN THE INDIAN MUTINY. WUZEER SINGH was born in the Punjaub, and was originally a sepoy belonging to the Sikh Company of the 29th Regiment. He became a Christian some years before the mutiny of 1857, but was not at that time baptized. In December, 1856, he was sent to Budaon, in Rohiland, with the rest of his company to form the guard over the treasury of the magistrate and collector of the district, William Edwards, Esq. There happened to be several native Christians at Budaon, and he attended service with them at the magistrate's house. When the detachment was relieved and returned to head-quarters in April, 1857, Wuzeer Singh, wishing to join himself to this company of Christians, retired from the regiment, and went back to Budaon early in May, when Mr. Edwards gave him service as an orderly on his personal guard as magistrate. This, we may say, looking at the results, was of God. It was but a few days before the outbreak of the great mutiny that Wuzeer became the personal servant of Mr. Edwards, and to his Christian affection and fidelity he, in great measure, owed his life. In a volume of deep interest now before us we find the history of the mutiny at Budaon, and a beautiful illustration, natural and unostentatious, of the Christian character of both the master and his servant. On the first signs of danger, Mr. Edwards sent his wife and child to a place of security, Nynee Tal, at the foot of the Himalayas. They passed through Barielly, after that station had been deserted by all the European ladies and children, and just the day week before the mutiny and massacre occurred there. Mr. Edwards, now alone, without a European friend or assistant, adopted what measures he could for the maintenance of peace and order. On Monday, the 25th of May, he * "Reminiscences of a Bengal Civilian. By Wm. Edwards, Esq., Judge of her Majesty's High Court of Agra." This volume includes a former volume published in 1858, "Personal Adventures of an Indian Judge in the Mutiny." The Editor of the Christian Witness is pleased to recognize an old schoolfellow in the Judge of her Majesty's High Court of Agra. received certain information that the Mohammedans of the town of Budaon, who were on that day assembled for prayers on occasion of the Eed festival, were to rise at noon and create a riot, which would probably have resulted in the plunder and destruction of the place. He at once summoned the most influential inhabitants of that persuasion to meet him at his house. They came, many of them very fierce and insolent, and all in a most excited state. With great calmness and selfpossession he led them into conversation, reasoned with them, and occupied their attention till the time fixed for the rising had passed away. Soon after his visitors were seated, Mr. Edwards saw Wuzeer Singh come up quietly behind him with his master's revolver in his belt and his gun in his hand, and station himself immediately behind his chair. In the tumult and excitement, and where all were armed, his entrance was unnoticed, but his quiet and determined demeanour made Mr. Edwards feel an assurance that he was a man he could depend on in any difficulty or danger. And from this hour his fidelity, courage, and devotion, made Mr. Edwards regard him, he tells us, as Paul did Onesimus, not "now so much as a servant as a brother beloved." On Sunday, the 31st of May, Mr. Edwards assembled for the last time "his little congregation at Budaon.” About noon, on the 1st of June, he collected in his drawing-room several Europeans who had fled from neighbouring parts to the magistrate for a protection which he was unable to give. They joined in hearty prayer to God for His mercy in the desperate circumstances in which they were placed. He then urged his guests to make for the hills while there was yet time. His own duty was clear to remain at his post as long as any semblance of order could be maintained. But all his arguments and entreaties were in vain. They were quite paralysed, and seemed to feel that their only hope was in sticking close to the magistrate for protection. The day, which was a very hot one, wore on most gloomily. Every moment, reports of one complexion or another were being brought of risings in the town, the defection of individuals in the police, and of the near approach of a large body of mutineers from Bareilly to murder the magistrate, plunder the treasury, and break open the gaol. About four in the afternoon, the native officer of the Sepoy guard over the treasury came to report all right. With the most solemn oaths a Mohammedan could take he denied all knowledge of the Bareilly mutiny, asserted the loyalty of himself and his fellow sepoys, and, under pretence that the guard were much alarmed lest they should be attacked by overwhelming numbers of budmashes, who would then sack the treasury, urged the magistrate to go to them, in order to reassure them. Mr. Edwards was stepping into his buggy for this purpose when his good angel, Wuzeer Singh, interposed, and implored him not to go, for that he knew these fellows well, and that they meant mischief. And he was right. The guard waited for an hour and a half for Mr. Edwards, to intercept and murder him, and then finding he was not coming, they would be restrained no longer, but broke out into open mutiny. Their first act was to break open the gaol and release some 300 prisoners, and Mr. Edwards did not abandon the ship that was sinking under him till the released prisoners were shouting and yelling around his house. His horse, a small gray Cabul galloway, on whose speed and endurance he knew he could depend, had been standing all day saddled. On this horse, with no clothes but those he wore, and a little pocket Testament, with his watch and revolver, and 150 rupees divided between Wuzeer Sing and another servant, who carried them round their waists, he "went forth for the first time in his life without a home or a roof to cover him, and, like the patriarch, not knowing whither he went." We cannot follow the fugitives in their flight, or describe their hairbreadth escapes. The tale is painfully romantic, but cannot be abridged. Within a few days Mr. Edwards got himself dressed in a native garb, every article of his own dress, down to his boots, being burnt, to destroy all trace of him. He contrived to save his Testament, and writing some months after, he said, "The Testament I have still with me, and it has been my solace in many an hour of anguish and peril." Again and again, death seemed inevitable, but again and again did Providence deliver them from miscreants who chased them, yelling for their destruction. On one occasion, in an attack upon them by a crowd of infuriated villagers, Wuzeer Sing and his master were separated. While the master succeeded in riding off the serrant was compelled to hide among the bushes of a garden. While lying there he saw one of the Europeans that accompanied them (of whom there were three or four) cut to pieces, and his body lying at a gateway until evening; crowds of the villagers coming up to look at it, yelling round it, and exhibiting the greatest demonstrations of joy at the sight, as he expressed it," rejoicing as they do at a marriage." It was a marvel of providential goodness that Wuzeer found out his master two days after, at a great distance from the scene of their separation. In the course of his flight Mr. Edwards was joined by Mr. and Mrs. Probyn and their four children, and through the kindness and fidelity of a Rajpoot chief, the party was concealed in the village of Kussowrah, in the depths of a forest. On reaching the village, after midnight, they were led 66 through several enclosures to an inner one, where there were cattle penned, a mare with her foal, and several goats. "This, we were told," (says Mr. Edwards), was to be assigned as our quarters; scme of the animals were cleared out for us; the rest, we were promised, would be removed the next morning. We found it impossible to sleep from the excitement, the filth of the place, and the effluvia of the animals, and were very miserable and depressed. In the morning we contrived to make ourselves more comfortable, our four-footed companions having been sent out to graze." In their forest hiding-place they were near enough to Futteghur to distinguish the sound of the guns when that place was attacked by the mutineers. And again and again they communicated with the chief under whose protection they were, to induce him to send assistance to their beleagured friends in Futteghur, but in vain. For two or three nights and days the cannonade continued, and on the day after it had ceased, intelligence reached them that during the preceding night the Europeans had evacuated the fort and betaken themselves to three boats, to float down the Ganges, but that two of the boats had been overtaken, most of the fugitives massacred, and some drowned, and three or four ladies taken prisoners and conveyed on shore. "The intelligence," says Mr. Edwards, I was too terrible for us to believe; and yet it was impossible entirely to discredit it. We trusted that in the morning better news might reach us. In the mean time we passed a miserable night, anxious and dejected; alternately sitting down, and rising up and pacing to and fro the small space of the enclosure. Earnestly and repeatedly did we three join in prayer, that God, in His Infinite mercy, would shield and protect His poor people, who were called by His name,' and save them out of 66 the hands of the enemy, and conduct them to some haven of safety." But the next morning confirmed the sad tidings of the previous day, and Mr. Edwards and his friends were left to brood over their own position, which now became one of extreme peril. The Nawab who had now possession of Futteghur sent messengers across the Ganges to Hurdeo Buksh, the chief who was aiding the escape of Mr. Edwards and his party, to inform him that the English raj, or rule, was at an end, and to demand a contribution of a lakh of rupees (£10,000) towards the expenses of the new raj. He intimated at the same time that he was prepared to waive his claim, provided he would send him by the evening the two collectors' headsProbyn's and Edwards's. This intelligence was soon conveyed to these fugitives, and for days they were in a condition of torturing suspense. But their hope was in God. Their Rajpoot friend was faithful, and neither threats nor promises could induce him to betray them. After some days, however, they received a message that they must leave, and sail down to Cawnpore, which was said to be still safe, as it was impossible for Hurdeo Buksh to protect them longer. Helpless as they were they could only do as they were ordered, and prepared themselves to go to what they felt was certain death. So convinced were the natives that the expedition would be fatal, that Probyn's three servants, hitherto faithful, refused to accompany him. Wuzeer Singh was not found wanting in this great emergency. Mr. Edwards determined not to take him with him, but to send him to Nynee Tal with a farewell note and his little Testament to his wife, to tell her what had become of him. "He expressed the greatest reluctance to leave me," says Mr. E., "and only consented to do so at my earnest and repeated solicitations. We then joined in prayer together, as I surely thought for the last time on earth. I implored him never to desert his faith or revert to idolatry; but whatever happened, to cling to the Saviour he had once acknowledged. He wept much, and we parted; but, as it happened, only for a short time. In little more than an hour he came back into my room, and throwing down the little parcel on the bed, said he could not go; he entreated that I might allow him to accompany me, saying almost in the words of Ruth to Naomi, 'Where you go I will go, and where you die I will die also."" When they were prepared to start, God in His great mercy interposed to prevent their going. The boat was not ready, and they could not move that night. Thus they were reprieved from certain destruction. And when, some two days after, all was ready, and they had reached the bank of the river with much difficulty, Hurdeo Buksh was induced to abandon all intention of sending them down the river. About three o'clock in the morning they reached their old quarters in the cow-house, soaking wet and worn out with fatigue. And there, with hearts full of gratitude, they joined in fervent thanksgiving to God who had delivered them from imminent danger. Project after project continued to be made and urged for removal to a place of greater safety. And at last, removal was effected to a hamlet of four or five houses, in the midst of a jungle, and inhabited by only a few herdsmen and their cattle. The scene was desolate beyond description, and their hearts sank within them when they saw it. In an apartment in the roof of a hut the fugitive party were thankful to find shelter, although it was so small that it contained them only by their lying down in places fixed for each. The place assigned to Mr. Edwards, he says, was neither so broad nor so long as the smallest berth in a ship's cabin. They could ven |