A long liſt might be framed of the great who have avowed for it a ſupreme admiration, excelling that yielded to any other compoſition of its kind. And ſuch a roll would contain the names of men of different countries as of different creeds; of ſoldiers, ſtateſmen and poets; of hiſtorians, Churchmen, and compoſers, upon whoſe lips it has hovered, and in whoſe works it has been engraved. Mozart, Haydn, Goethe, Schlegel, Johnſon, Dryden, Scott, Milman, and Jeremy Taylor would be among theſe names.
This lyric, which is the greateſt of hymns, nevertheleſs is caſt in the ſimpleſt of forms. Beginning with an exclamation from the Scriptures, it continues through its few ſtanzas the addreſs of a ſingle actor upon a ſingle ſubject. Its meaſure could not be more artleſs, nor its ſtanzas more ſimple. The auguſt language in which it is clothed, it has bent into the form of rhyme, and this rhyme is of a kind which is ſaid to be wanting in dignity, and better adapted to comic than to elevated verſe. Yet it commands the homage of the Engliſhman, the German, the Italian, and the modern Greek;
