THE SABBATH.
The very essence of all song-worship pitched on this key-note is the ringing hymn of Watts—
Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares disturb my breast, etc.
—but it has vanished from the hymnals with its tune. Is it because profane people or thoughtless youth made a travesty of the two next lines—
O may my heart in tune be found
Like David's harp of solemn sound?