they followed the bier to the grave chanting—
'There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with their Saviour beneath;
With shouting, each other they greet,
And triumph o'er sorrow and death.'
And few separations took place without that consolotary song,—
'Blest be that dear uniting love,
That will not let us part.'
While some hymns speedily became like national airs to the Methodist heart: amongst the chief,—
'Jesus, the name high over all