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A HIGHLAND PARISH.
“ Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!
Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas.
With glad hosannas ring.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, and is,
And shall be evennore.”
So sang those humble peasants, ere they parted
to their distant homes,—some to meet again in
communion here, some to meet at a nobler feast
above. So sang they that noble hymn, among the
graves of their kindred, with whose voices theirs
had often mingled on the same spot, and with
whose spirits they still united in remembering and
praising the living Saviour.
Some, perhaps, there are who would have de¬
spised or pitied that hymn, because sung with
so little art. But a hymn was once sung long
ago, on an evening after the first Lord’s Supper,
by a few lowly men in an upper chamber in Jeru¬
salem, and the listening angels never heard such
music ascending to the ears of God from this jar¬
ring and discordant world! The humble Lord
who sang that hymn, and who led that chorus of
fishermen, will not despise the praises of peasant