orelli was born at Fusignano, in 1653. He was a sensitive
artist, and although faultless in Italian music, he was not sure of
himself in playing French scores, and once while performing with Handel
(who resented the slightest error), and once again with Scarlatti,
leading an orchestra in Naples when the king was present, he made a
mortifying mistake. He took the humiliation so much to heart that he
brooded over it till he died, in Rome, Jan. 18, 1717.

For revival meetings the modern tune set to "Come we that love the
Lord," by Robert Lowry, should be mentioned. A shouting chorus is
appended to it, but it has melody and plenty of stimulating motion.

The Rev. Robert Lowry was born in Philadelphia, March 12, 1826, and
educated at Lewisburg, Pa. From his 28th year till his death, 1899, he
was a faithful and successful minister of Christ, but is more widely
known as a composer of sacred music.

"BE THOU EXALTED, O MY GOD."

In this hymn the thought of Watts touches the eternal summits. Taken
from the 57th and 108th Psalms--

Be Thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad
And land to land Thy wonders tell.

* * * * *

High o'er the earth His mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains
When lower worlds dissolve and die.

_THE TUNE._

Haydn furnished it out of his chorus of morning stars, and it was
christened "Creation," after the name of his great oratorio. It is a
march of trumpets.

"BEFORE JEHOVAH'S AWFUL THRONE."

No one could mistake the style of Watts in this sublime ode. He begins
with his foot on Sinai, but flies to Calvary with the angel preacher
whom St. John saw in his Patmos vision:

Before Jehovah's awful throne
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create and He destroy.

His sovereign power without our aid
Made us of clay and formed us men,
And when like wandering sheep we stray,
He brought us to His fold again.

* * * * *

We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise,
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

_TUNE--OLD HUNDRED._

Martin Madan's four-page anthem, "Denmark," has some grand strains in
it, but it is a