A Strange Paraphrase.
The following lines were found written in the clerk’s book, at a church in Birmingham, some sixty years ago. The said clerk every Sunday afternoon gave out the same hymn:—
Come let us join our cheerful songs,
As we have often done;
Though we’ve variety of choice,
Our song is always one.
Worthy the clerk, the people cry,
Who our devotion leads;
Worthy the people, he’ll reply,
Who thus approve my deeds.