Your hearts in prayer, and follow with my own
The leading of your song of thankfulness.
Then will I lease and leave you for the night
To such divertisement as suits the time,
And meets your humor.

[_They all arise and the old man prays_.]

_Ruth_.

[_After a pause_.]

David, let us see
Whether your memory prove as true as mine.
Do you recall the promise made by you
This night one year ago,--to write a hymn
For this occasion?

_David_.

I recall, and keep.
Here are the copies, written fairly out.
Here,--father, Mary, Ruth, and all the rest;
There's one for each. Now what shall be the tune?

_Israel_.

The old One Hundredth--noblest tune of tunes!
Old tunes are precious to me as old paths
In which I wandered when a happy boy.