And thus, surrounded by all these different specimens of humanity, the pastor strove to declare the whole counsel of God, mindful of the rest of the charge, “whether men will hear or whether they will forbear.” He could not help a half-drawn breath of thanksgiving that that part was not for him to manage. If he had had their duty as well as his own to answer for what would have become of him!
Despite the looking at watches, the cases of which would make an explosive noise, and the audible yawning that occasionally sounded near him, the minister was enabled to carry his sermon through to the close, helped immeasurably by those aforesaid earnest eyes that never turned their gaze from his face, nor let their owners’ attention flag for an instant. Then followed the solemn hymn, than which there is surely no more solemn one in the English language. Imagine that congregation after listening, or professing to listen, to such a sermon as I have suggested, from such a text as I have named, standing and hearing rolled forth from magnificent voices such words as these:—
“In all my vast concerns
with thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.
“My thoughts lie open
to the Lord
Before they’re formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word
He knows the sense I mean.
“Oh, wondrous knowledge,
deep and high!
Where can a creature hide!
Within thy circling arm I lie,
Inclosed on every side.”