igging a well twenty-five feet deep and fifteen in diameter. She
was converted to Christianity, and when she was eighty years old, she
held out the crippled hands with which she had labored all her life and
sang: "Nothing in my hands I bring."

A missionary to India once sought the aid of a Hindu to translate the
hymn into one of the numerous dialects of India. The result was not so
happy. The opening words were:

Very old stone, split for my benefit,
Let me get under one of your fragments.

This is a fair example of the difference between poetry and prose. The
translator was faithful to the idea, but how common-place and unfortunate
are his expressions when compared with the language of the original!

The Coronation Hymn

All hail the power of Jesus' Name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him, who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call;
The Lord incarnate, Man divine,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Edward Perronet, 1779.

THE BIRD OF A SINGLE SONG

Some men gain fame through a long life of work and achievement; others
through a single notable deed. The latter is true in a very remarkable
sense of Edward Perronet, author of the Church's great coronation hymn,
"All hail the power of Jesus' Name."

"Perronet, bird of a single song, but O how sweet!" is the charming
tribute of Bishop Fess in referring to this inspired hymn and its author.

Although Perronet was a man of more than ordinary ability, his name
probably would have been lost to posterity had he not written the
coronation hymn. An associate of the Wesleys for many years, Perronet
also wrote three volumes of sacred poems, some of unusual merit. All of
them, however, have been practica