{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_51190/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_51190","id":"gutenberg_51190","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/51190","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Poetry","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Hymns, Welsh -- Translations into English"],"text":"Transcribed from the 1900 Geo. H. Durham edition by David Price, email\nccx074@pglaf.org\n\n\n\n\n\n _THE HYMNS_\n OF\n _ANN GRIFFITHS_,\n OF\n _DOLWAR FECHAN_,\n\n\n Translated into English Verse\n by\n\n GEORGE RICHARD GOULD PUGHE,\n\n VICAR OF MELLOR, NEAR BLACKBURN.\n\n * * * * *\n\n BLACKBURN:\n PRINTED BY GEO. H. DURHAM, EXCHANGE WORKS.\n 1900.\n\n * * * * *\n\n \u201cDULCES MORIENS REMINISCITUR ARGOS.\u201d\n\nForty years lived in Lancashire have not lessened my love for\nLlanfihangel yng Nghwnfa, where my father, the Rev. Richard Pughe, of\nMathafarn descent, B.A., and a Magistrate for Co. Montgomery [ob. Jan.\n30th, 1858, in his sixty-sixth year], was for twenty-nine years the\nRector,\u2014where also my brother-in-law, the Rev. Edward Evans, B.A. [ob.\nNov. 3rd, 1899, aged eighty-six], was Rector thirty-nine years.\n\nDolwar Fechan, a little, lonely farm house in their old Parish, was the\nbirthplace and abode of one who composed such pathetic hymns as will last\nwhile the British language endures: her obelisk in Llanfihangel\nChurchyard bears an Epitaph recording its erection, in 1864,\n\n \u201cIN MEMORY\n OF\n ANN GRIFFITHS,\n OF DOLWAR FECHAN,\n Born 1776,\n Died 1805.\u201d\n\nwhile a verse from the PROVERBS, xxxi, 30:\u2014\u201cFavour is deceitful and\nbeauty is vain: but a woman that feareth The Lord, she shall be praised,\u201d\nfitly prefaces her Biography by the late Mr. Morris Davies, of Bangor.\n\n Old Dolwar Fechan cannot now be found,\u2014\n Its fabric has been levelled with the ground.\n Nevertheless, imperishable fame\n Perpetuates that humble homestead\u2019s name;\n For there was born,\u2014there dwelt, declined and died,\n Ripe for the reapers at God\u2019s Harvest Tide,\n A mother,\u2014but ten months before, a bride,\u2014\n Ann Griffiths,\u2014whose effusions will be sung\n So long as our old language lives among\n The wooded wilds, the waterfalls and vales\n Of \u201cHome, Sweet Home!\u201d Incomparable Wales!\n\n G. R. G. PUGHE,\n\n MELLOR VICARAGE,\n BLACKBURN.\n\n_Christmas_, _1900_.\n\n NID MEDDYG, OND MEDDYG ENAID.\n\n Only The Kind Physician of the Soul\n Can calm the mind, and make the sinner whole.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN I.\n\n\n \u201c_He who was manifested in the flesh_.\u201d 1 TIM. III. 16.\n\n \u201cDyma babell y cyfarfod,\u201d\n\n THY Pavilion\u2019s One Foundation,\n Fortress for the fugitive,\n In Thy Blood we see salvation,\n Jesu, through Thy Death we live.\n At Thy footstool humbly bending\n Only can we be forgiven,\n On Thy Righteousness depending\n Only have we hope of Heaven.\n\n Prior to this earth\u2019s creation\n Man\u2019s redemption was ordained,\u2014\n By Thy predetermination\n Long lost Eden was regained.\n Undeserved regeneration,\n Blissful immortality,\n Pardon, peace, purification,\u2014\n All are offered, Lord, by Thee.\n\n Victim of the foul deceiver,\n Faint at heart and travel stained,\n Recognise in Thy Redeemer\n More than Paradise regained.\n Faithfulness is what the golden\n Girdle of Thy God displays,\n This memento should embolden\n Every penitent who prays.\n\n O the fulness of Salvation!\n Merciful, mysterious plan!\n When the God of all creation\n Dignified the dust of man,\n To redeem us yearning, sighing,\n Pleading, bleeding on the tree,\n And in dying verifying\n Promise, type and prophecy.\n\n Lowly born to be The Brother\n Of the powerless and poor,\n To unite us to each other\n And invite us to be pure,\n With one touch The Famed Physician\n Healed the blotch of leprosy,\n For His voluntary mission\n Was to free humanity.\n\n Ark of Refuge, Rock Eternal,\n Balm beside the dying bed,\n Tree of Life for ever vernal,\n Fountain to revive the dead,\n One with us, our pardon pleading,\n One with God, He grants the plea,\n While His Spirit interceding\n Certifies His victory.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN II.\n\n\n \u201c_Salvation unto our God which sitteth on the throne_, _and unto the\n Lamb_.\u201d REV. VII. 10.\n\n \u201cBydd melus cofio y cyfammod,\u201d\n\n PASSING sweet to the reflections\n Of the souls redeemed above\n Are the many recollections\n Of God\u2019s covenant of Love.\n Praise for perfected salvation\n Through Immanuel alone\n Animates their adoration\n And their song before the throne.\n\n See the Law by sinners broken\n To the utmost satisfied,\n When, in token, Christ had spoken,\n \u201cIt is finished!\u201d and died!\n To restore man\u2019s lost perfection,\n And to disannul his doom,\n He Who is The Resurrection\n Condescended to the tomb.\n\n He, to Whom His base detractors\n And tormentors owed their breath,\n Hung between two malefactors,\n Breathed out His Soul in death.\n Thus was man\u2019s emancipation,\n Pardon and salvation won\n Through the deep humiliation\n Of God\u2019s Own Incarnate Son.\n\n Ponder, O my soul, with wonder\n On the gloomy cavity\n And that weighty stone whereunder\n Lay The Lord of Life for thee.\n Join with joy the jubilation\n Of the ransomed in that Hymn\n Which ascribes the world\u2019s salvation\n And redemption \u201cunto Him.\u201d\n\n\n\n\nHYMN III.\n\n\n \u201c_And so shall we ever be with the Lord_.\u201d 1 THESS. iv. 17.\n\n \u201cO! ddedwydd ddydd! tragwyddol orphwys.\u201d\n\n I await a peaceful Sabbath\n In the regions of the blest\n Where the wicked cease from troubling\n And the wearied are at rest.\n In God\u2019s House are many mansions\n Open wide for every one\n Who confides in the compassions\n Of His Own Eternal Son.\n\n Neither heat nor cold can ever\n Injure that unnumbered throng\n Whose employment and enjoyment\n Centre in a ceaseless song,\n As they celebrate the conquest\n Of the Cross on Calvary,\n And the Grace and Love and Comfort\n Of The Blessed Trinity.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN IV.\n\n\n \u201c_The haven of their desire_\u201d Ps. cviii. 30.\n\n \u201cMae\u2019r dydd yn d\u2019od \u2019i \u2019r h\u00e2d brenhinol\u201d\n\n Dawning is that happy morning\n When, beyond the bonds of pain,\n The redeemed shall rise rejoicing\n And with Christ together reign.\n Faith shall vanish into vision\n Verified, and hope shall be\n Satisfied in the fruition\n Of unfailing charity.\n\n Forward! Homeward! way-worn pilgrim!\n That predicted morn is near,\n When The once afflicted Saviour\n Crowned with glory shall appear.\n Round Him, as a golden girdle\n Shining, is His Faithfulness\n Offering the vilest sinner\n Pardon, Peace and Holiness.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN V.\n\n\n \u201c_The Blood of Jesus His Son cleanseth from all sin_.\u201d 1 S. JOHN i.\n 7.\n\n \u201cPechadur aflan yw fy enw,\u201d\n\n WHAT a marvel that Almighty\n God should have so lovingly\n Recognised the chief of sinners\n And devised relief for me!\n Though so very sadly broken,\n All the law was satisfied\n When in pain and shame and sorrow\n Jesus bowed His Head and died.\n\n In His Hand the golden sceptre\n Is extended to imply\n That the vilest wretch may venture\n Confidently to draw nigh.\n Therefore, crying \u201cI have sinned!\u201d\n I approach the mercy-seat\n Of My pardoning Redeemer\n And adore before His Feet.\n\n Not the waters of the ocean,\n Could they be collected in\n One vast reservoir, could ever\n Blot, or wash away one sin:\n But the precious Blood of Jesus\n Shed for us on Calvary\n And His Righteousness release us\n From its guilt and penalty.\n\n Forth from underneath the threshold\n Of the temple of My God\n Flows a Fountain of Forgiveness\n Opened by Immanuel\u2019s Blood:\n Pure and bright and clear as crystal,\n Coming down like dew below,\n It can make the Ethiopian\n White, like freshly fallen snow.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN VI.\n\n\n \u201c_But God is faithful_\u201d 1 COR. x, 18.\n\n \u201cCofia, Arglwydd, dy ddyweddi,\u201d\n\n LORD, remember, we implore Thee,\n And defend from every foe\n Thy poor spouse that bends before Thee\n Palpitating as a doe:\n Be Thou unto her a Pillar\n To direct her in the night,\u2014\n To illuminate and fill her\n With the lustre of Thy Light.\n\n Life is far more strange than fiction,\u2014\n But its immortality\n In defiance of affliction\n Magnifies its mystery.\n When the winnowing commences,\n Lord, enable us to stand\n Purified from past offences\n At the last on Thy Right Hand.\n\n O that, as a cloud ascending\n Upwards to the skies above,\n We may rise, and with unending\n Rapture realise Thy Love!\n Three in One, The Same as ever,\n God proclaims His Name to be\n Alpha and Omega, never\n Failing in fidelity.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN VII.\n\n\n \u201c_This do in remembrance of me_.\u201d S. LUKE xxii., 19.\n\n \u201cNid oes gwrthddrych ar y ddaear\u201d\n\n EARTHLY treasure, heaped together\n Into one enormous whole,\n Were it all my own, could never\n Satisfy my lonely soul.\n Only Jesus Christ can fill me\n With the vivifying light\n Of His countenance and thrill me\n With ineffable delight.\n\n Feasting at His holy table\n On the tokens of His love,\n Though unworthy, I am able\n To be One with Him above.\n With the loss of one offending\n Member I should be content\n When I think of an unending\n Period of punishment.\n\n What a daily delectation\n To my feeble fainting soul\n Is The Fountain of Salvation\n Which alone can make me whole!\n Thus in calm anticipation\n Of the coming of The Lord,\n While I live my meditation\n Is His Everlasting Word.\n\n Soon my soul shall cease to wander\n After earth\u2019s frivolities.\n And be overwhelmed with wonder\n At Divine realities.\n Perish doubt and hesitation!\n Things unseen do not deceive,\u2014\n In Thy Plenary Salvation,\n Blessed Jesus, I believe.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN VIII.\n\n\n \u201c_Fountains of waters of life_\u201d REV. vii., 17.\n\n \u201cLlwybr cwbl groes i natur\u201d\n\n CONSTANTLY beset with crosses\n Though my present progress be,\n Disappointment, pain and losses\n Point my pilgrimage to Thee.\n Through the trough of tribulation\n Roughly runs the narrow road,\n But its happy termination\n Is the city of My God.\n\n Lord! upon my faded visage\n Reimprint Thy stamp, I pray,\n So shall Satan from Thine image\n Flee discomfited away.\n Like the fragrant ointment flowing\n Down the dress of Aaron\n Is the blessedness of knowing\n Thee through Thy Beloved Son.\n\n Dissipate the clouds of darkness\n Now enveloping Thy Face;\n And irradiate with gladness\n My cold heart, O God of grace!\n Thy redemption, as a river,\n One fell Friday flowed for me\n Once for all, and once for ever,\n From the crest of Calvary.\n\n Silently, yet surely giving\n Solace to humanity.\n That same river, rich in living\n Water, still distils for me.\n It is able to completely\n Wash the Ethiopian\n Whiter than the snow and sweetly\n Purify the publican.\n\n Would that we, defaulting paupers,\n Oftener took heed to see\n That we need these healing waters\n Offered thus abundantly!\n O that we would live rejecting\n Earth\u2019s inanities and try\n To be patiently expecting\n Till redemption draweth nigh!\n\n\n\n\nHYMN IX.\n\n\n \u201c_That I may know Him_, _and the power of His resurrection_.\u201d PHILIP\n iii., 10.\n\n \u201cO! am dreiddio i\u2019r adnabyddiaeth\u201d\n\n O! for deeper meditation\n On my Living, Loving Lord,\n As I read the revelation\n Of His Everlasting Word!\n Endless death had been the sinner\u2019s\n Recompense and righteous doom,\n But for My Divine Redeemer\u2019s\n Resurrection from the tomb.\n\n God is terrible in power,\n Though He be a God of love,\n And no wonder sinners cower\n At the thought of Him above.\n Yet when with humiliation\n We bow down before His Face,\n He reveals His great Salvation\n And the riches of His Grace.\n\n To be under His protection\n Is my soul\u2019s security,\n While to share in His Refection\n Is both meat and drink to me.\n By His Own Right Hand directed\n I am safe where ere I go,\u2014\n By His panoply protected\n I need never fear a foe.\n\n God, My Father, is My Tower,\n And what more can I desire\n In temptation\u2019s trying hour,\u2014\n In the flood, and in the fire?\n By His Providence protected\n I am safe in time of need:\n But, if by My God rejected,\n I am destitute indeed.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN X.\n\n\n \u201c_God with us_.\u201d S. MATT. i, 23.\n\n \u201cRhyfedd, rhyfedd gan angylion\u201d\n\n HOW the angels must have marvelled\n At The Maker of them all\n Clad in coarsest garb and cradled\n In a common cattle stall.\n Him, in Whom they had their being\n Ere the universe began,\n They adored as Their Creator,\n Perfect God and Perfect Man.\n\n Fasting, faint, and sorely tempted\n In the lonely wilderness,\n He confuted and confounded\n Satan with His Holiness.\n Full of thankfulness a sinner,\n Such as I should ever be,\n That My Maker and Redeemer\n Deigned to suffer death for me.\n\n At the last loud trumpet\u2019s sounding,\n Midst a more terrific blaze\n Than was seen on Sinai\u2019s summit\n Once to Israel\u2019s amaze,\n Grant, O Merciful Creator,\n That I may with joy arise\n Through the merits of My Saviour\u2019s\n All availing Sacrifice.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XI.\n\n\n \u201c_When thou passest through the waters_, _I will be with thee_;\u201d ISA.\n xliii, 2.\n\n \u201cOs rhaid wynebu\u2019r afon donog,\u201d\n\n Though I have to cross the river,\n There is One, Who, there before,\n Strong as ever to deliver,\n Guarantees a golden shore.\n Gazing heavenward at the haven\n Entered by Immanuel,\n I expect to triumph even\n Over death, the grave and hell.\n\n Though my flesh must see corruption,\n And be buried in the grave,\n He Who is The Resurrection\n Is Omnipotent to save.\n Now, as through a glass and darkly,\n Faith enables me to see\n My Deliverer, but shortly\n I shall see with certainty.\n\n When the veil is rent asunder,\n And the records are unsealed,\n To mankind and angels\u2019 wonder,\n Jesus Christ shall be revealed.\n I shall meet Him as a Person\n Crowned and seated on His throne,\n And behold a Blessed Ransom\n Found in Him and Him alone.\n\n Present pleasures prove vexation,\u2014\n Earthly treasures vanity,\u2014\n But the waters of salvation\n Satisfy and sanctify.\n Oh to live and die esteeming\n Temporalities as dross,\n And arise through the Redeeming\n Blood of Him Who bore my cross!\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XII.\n\n\n \u201c_Jesus Christ_, _and Him crucified_.\u201d 1 COR. ii, 2.\n\n \u201cNis dichon byd \u00e2\u2019i holl deganau\u201d\n\n ALL the world, its pomp and pleasure,\n Fail to mesmerise my mind;\n But I realise a treasure\n In The Saviour of mankind.\n He alone, and not another,\n Could atone for me, and He\n Cleaveth closer than a brother\n In the last extremity.\n\n O to live in Him abiding\n Every time I draw my breath,\n And to sleep in Him confiding\n When my soul departs in death!\n Why should I disdain to carry\n Patiently my cross, when He\n Died upon a sanguinary\n Tree on Calvary for me?\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XIII.\n\n\n \u201c_A cloud received Him out of their sight_.\u201d ACTS i., 9.\n\n \u201cPan esgynodd yr hwn ddisgynodd,\u201d\n\n When Immanuel had ended\n His atoning work of love,\n And had in a cloud ascended\n Into His abode above,\n\n Heaven\u2019s expanding portals owned Him,\n And His Father, midst a grand\n Symphony of praise, enthroned Him\n Royally at His Right Hand.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XIV.\n\n\n \u201c_The fellowship of His sufferings_\u201d PHIL. iii, 10.\n\n \u201cDigon mewn llifeiriant dyfroedd,\u201d\n\n IN the depth of tribulation,\n Midst temptation\u2019s hottest fire,\n My Redeemer\u2019s consolation\n Answers all my heart\u2019s desire.\n In the desert dreading danger\n And my covert enemy,\n Faith reminds me of the manger\n And the tree of Calvary.\n\n When by Satan sorely tempted\n To make earthly gain my goal,\n Then, unless by grace prevented,\n I am periling my soul.\n O for help to keep attending\n To the covenant of God,\n And to fall asleep depending\n On My Saviour\u2019s precious Blood!\n\n Lord, I come to Thee regretting\n Not my mortal malady\n Half so much as my besetting\n Sin of self-sufficiency.\n When I bow before Thy table,\n Brighten Thou my sight to see\n In Thy Rite The Veritable\n Lamb of God Who died for me.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XV.\n\n\n \u201c_He is altogether lovely_.\u201d THE SONG OF SONGS, v. 16.\n\n \u201cWele\u2019n sefyll rhwng y myrtwydd\u201d\n\n MANIFEST among the myrtles\n Stands The Saviour of mankind,\n Though as yet a mist encircles\n Us, and we be weak and blind.\n Speed the dawning of the morning\n When the mist shall melt away!\n\n Chief among ten thousand thousand,\n My Beloved, white and ruddy,\n Rose of Sharon, fair and fragrant,\n Lovely Lily of the valley,\n Friend unfailing of the ailing,\n Author of unending day.\n\n Wherefore care to credit dreamers\u2019\n Mazy Mariolatry,\n When aware of One Redeemer\u2019s\n Infinite ability,\n And His graciousness and quenchless\n Love for lost humanity?\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XVI.\n\n\n \u201c_Being confident of this very thing_,\u201d PHILIP i. 6.\n\n \u201cO! Arglwydd Dduw rhagluniaeth,\u201d\n\n O God of Providence\n And consolation,\n Thou, Whose omnipotence\n Controls creation,\n Enable me to stand\n In tribulation\n Awaiting at Thine Hand\n Emancipation.\n\n Assist my soul to see\n What angels try to trace,\u2014\n The Gospel Harmony,\u2014\n Love, Fellowship and Grace,\u2014\n Godhead and Manhood met,\n Mysteriously One,\n In Him who paid my debt,\u2014\n Thy Well-beloved Son.\n\n My sinful soul arise,\n Shake off thy lethargy,\n Awake and realise\n The Ransom wrought for thee.\n Trust His Divinity\n That could so sympathise,\n And His Humanity\n Which was The Sacrifice.\n\n Though hurricanes may blow\n And billows overwhelm\n My battered bark, I know\n That Thou art at the helm,\n My Saviour and My God!\n I therefore need not fear\n The swelling of the flood\n Of sin with Thee so near.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XVII.\n\n\n \u201c_Preach the Gospel to the whole creation_.\u201d S. MARK xvi. 15.\n\n \u201cIehofah yw, yn un \u00e2\u2019i enw pur,\u201d\n\n JEHOVAH, the Creator\u2019s Holy Name,\n Continues everlastingly the same.\n Ye nations, own and throne Him as The Lord,\n And read with reverence His Living Word.\n Ye pioneers of peace, proclaim the love\n Of Him Who came to save us from above:\n Ye Hottentots and Indians, hear His voice,\n Come fearing, and hearing, rejoice.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XVIII.\n\n\n \u201c_And he shall be like a tree planted by streams of water_.\u201d PS. i.\n 3.\n\n \u201cGwna fi fel pren planedig, O! fy Nuw,\u201d\n\n MAKE me, My God, like some transplanted tree\n By living waters thriving healthily,\n Deep-rooted, evergreen, and gratefully\n Producing fruit acceptable to Thee.\n\n Make me, beneath the shadow of Thy wings,\n Superior to sublunary things,\u2014\n Yea, like a dew-besprinkled olive tree\n Of Thine own choosing yielding well to Thee.\n\n In one high noon of one eternal day,\n Within Thine home, before Thy throne I pray.\n That I may bear a palm and wear a crown\n Prepared for me by Him of great renown.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XIX.\n\n\n \u201c_There remaineth therefore a Sabbath rest for the people of God_.\u201d\n HEB. iv. 9.\n\n \u201cGwlad dda heb wae, gwlad wedi ei rhoi dan s\u00eal,\u201d\n\n A land of Holiness, a Sabbath rest,\n A land with more than milk and honey blest,\n A land of everlasting Bread and Wine,\u2014\n A land where Jesus bids us \u201ccome and dine,\u201d\u2014\n O! may that happy land be thine and mine!\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XX.\n\n\n \u201c_A new and living way_\u201d HEB. x, 20.\n\n \u201cFfordd \u00e2\u2019i henw yn \u201cRhyfeddol\u201d\u201d\n\n YESTERDAY, to-day, and ever,\u2014\n Liable to no decay,\u2014\n Wonderful above all other\n Is the new and living way:\n Stained, regained and consecrated\n By My Blessed Saviour\u2019s Blood,\n It conducts the lone, belated\n Pilgrim to the throne of God.\n\n Though it mean regeneration,\n Rest, imputed righteousness,\n Liberty, justification,\n And eternal happiness,\n Multitudes, preferring midnight,\n Wander witlessly astray,\n Even though the shining sunlight\n Shew this new and living way.\n\n Preordained before creation\n Rose\u2014in Eve, the woman\u2019s seed,\u2014\n It was man\u2019s one consolation\n In his night of utmost need\u2014\n Primitively preconcerted\n By The Blessed Trinity.\u2014\n Never may I be perverted,\n O My God, from it and Thee!\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXI.\n\n\n \u201c_Behold_, _I have set before thee a door opened_, _which none can\n shut_\u201d REV. iii, 8.\n\n \u201cO\u2019m blaen mi welaf ddrws agored,\u201d\n\n STRAIT, yet open wide before me,\n Stands a door by which the blest,\n Through The Blood of My Redeemer,\n Enter into endless rest.\n From the devil and his angels\n Jesus died to rescue me,\n Crucified in shame and anguish\n On the tree of Calvary.\n\n O for grace to be submissive\n And attentive to His Word,\u2014\n Grace to cast the galling burden\n Of the past upon The Lord,\u2014\n Grace to pay my vows whenever\n I have vowed unto The Lord,\u2014\n Grace to sway the sword of safety,\n Ever His Eternal Word!\n\n Human life, in all its stages,\n Meets with many enemies,\n Satan\u2019s evil emissaries\n Compassing about like bees,\n Some within my mind are tempting\n My dull soul to doubt My God;\n Help me, Gracious Lord, to rout them,\n Trusting to Thy Precious Blood.\n\n To a sorrow stricken sinner\n It is comforting to read\n That My God is My Redeemer\n Ever nigh in time of need.\n When the veil is rent asunder,\n Oh! how blessed will it be\n To behold The Same Redeemer\n Still My Own eternally.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXII.\n\n\n \u201c_Oh that mine head were waters_, _and mine eyes a fountain of\n tears_\u201d JER. lx. 1.\n\n \u201cO! na bai fy mhen yn ddyfroedd\u201d\n\n WOULD that my poor head were waters\n That I might not cease to weep\n Over Sion\u2019s sons and daughters,\n Wrapt in waywardness and sleep!\n Foxes, the vineyard thieving,\n Are destroying all the bloom,\n And the bright Sheckinah, leaving\n Sion, leaves her to her doom.\n\n Lord, remember how Thou swearedst\n In Thy covenant of old\n To redeem, and how Thou carest\n For the frailest in Thy fold.\n Shed within us some reflection\n Of Thyself, The Living Word,\n Thou That art The Resurrection\n And The Everlasting Lord!\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXIII.\n\n\n \u201c_That ye be renewed in the Spirit of your mind_\u201d EPHES. iv. 23.\n\n \u201cA raid i\u2019m s\u00eal, oedd farwor tanllyd\u201d\n\n IS the zeal, which, as a burning\n Coal within me, made me bold\n In old days departed, turning\n Into doubt, and growing cold?\n Pardon, Lord, my base defection,\n Fill my bosom with Thy love,\n And revive my lost affection\n For the things of heaven above.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXIV.\n\n\n \u201c_With joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of Salvation_.\u201d ISA.\n xii. 3.\n\n \u201cY mae dyfroedd iachawdwriaeth,\u201d\n\n STILL salubrious as ever,\n Still to thirsting sinners free,\n Flow the waters of salvation\n Opened first on Calvary.\n Come, ye sons of fallen Adam,\n Wounded by the serpent\u2019s sting,\n Come, and in these wondrous waters\n Find relief from suffering.\n\n If, when ankle deep, such waters\n Prove of present potency,\n What will be the bliss of bathing\n In them everlastingly?\n Children of the Resurrection,\n What will be your ecstasy\n When arriving sat The Fountain\n Head That bled on Calvary?\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXV.\n\n\n \u201c_That through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have\n hope_.\u201d ROM. xv. 4.\n\n \u201cCofia ddilyn y medelwyr,\u201d\n\n WHEN the sultry sun is beaming\n Down upon the harvest field,\n Dip thy morsel in the streaming\n Fountain at the Cross unsealed.\n Glean among the revelations\n Of God\u2019s Oracles, and find\n In thy gleaning consolations\n Competent to calm the mind.\n\n When to mark the publication\n Of the Law, Mount Sinai blazed,\n And, amazed, the Jewish nation\n Gazed, and shuddered as they gazed,\n Under Sinai stunned with thunder\n Rose an altar solemnly\n Shadowing another Wonder\n Greater still on Calvary.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXVI.\n\n\n \u201c_Look not upon me because I am swarthy_.\u201d SOLOMON\u2019S SONG, i. 6.\n\n \u201cNac edryched neb i gloffi,\u201d\n\n Daughters fair of David\u2019s city,\n Stare not with disdain upon\n Me because my face is swarthy,\n For, if sunburnt, it is comely\n As the curtains of the costly\n Corridors of Solomon.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXVII.\n\n\n \u201c_A golden bell and a pomegranate_,\u201d EXOD. xxviii. 34.\n\n \u201cMae swn y clychau \u2019n chwareu\u201d\n\n THE blossoms of the pomegranates\n Emit enchanting smells,\n As, pealing through the pearly gates\n The melody of bells\n Proclaims to every sinner\n That pardon has been won\n And favour with the Father\n By His eternal Son.\n\n Oh! may my meditation\n Perpetually be\n The marvellous salvation\n Which He has wrought for me:\n And may my whole demeanour\n Be in conformity\n With all that My Redeemer\n Would have my life to be.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXVIII.\n\n\n \u201c_What is Thy Beloved more than another beloved_?\u201d THE SONG OF\n SONGS, v. 9.\n\n \u201cRhyfedda byth, briodas ferch,\u201d\n\n WHAT is Thy Beloved more\n Than another, O thou fairest\n Of thy sisters, that thou carest\n Thus His Features to adore?\n Of ten thousand, verily,\n Marked out by a banner, He\n Is The Chiefest unto me.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXIX.\n\n\n \u201c_Who His own self bare our sins in His Body upon the tree_\u201d 1 S.\n Peter ii. 24.\n\n \u201cMi gerdda \u2019n araf ddyddiau f\u2019 oes,\u201d\n\n BENEATH the shadow of the tree\n Where Jesus bled and died for me\n I seek and see security.\n O may my spirit never be\n Far from the tree of Calvary\n Whereon My Daysman died for me!\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXX.\n\n\n \u201c_The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you_.\u201d ROM. xvi. 20.\n\n \u201cMa myrdd o ryfeddodau\u201d\n\n WHEN suffering reverses,\n My soul has learnt to know\n The multitude of mercies\n That from My Saviour flow.\n Sing, then, my soul, the fulness\n Of that redeeming grace\n Which offers perfect soundness\n To all of Adam\u2019s race.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXXI.\n\n\n \u201c_The word of the Cross_\u201d 1 COR. i, 18.\n\n \u201cEfengyl Crist sy\u2019n galw\u201d\n\n WHILE to the disobedient\n The day is drawing near\n When they shall pray to Christ too late,\n And He refuse to hear,\n Unmerited forgiveness\n Is offered unto all\n That with unfeigned repentance\n Obey the Gospel Call.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXXII.\n\n\n \u201c_Knowing that the putting off of my tabernacle cometh swiftly_.\u201d 2\n S. PETER i. 14.\n\n \u201cRwy\u2019n cael arwyddion amlwg\u201d\n\n HOW many intimations\n Have I that I must go\n Away from my relations\n And neighbours here below!\n Promoted from the army\n On earth, I trust to rise\n To where no foe can harm me,\u2014\n The rest of Paradise.\n\n Though temporal affliction\n Has laid my body low,\n Contrition and conviction\n Of sin have made me know\n That My Redeemer liveth,\n And that He soon shall stand\n To bless, when He receiveth\n His own at His Right Hand.\n\n I thus with resignation\n Anticipate the grave,\n Confiding my salvation\n To Him Who died to save.\n I hope to rise with gladness\n At the dread trumpet\u2019s sound,\n And see Him Whom in sadness\n I have always found.\n\n More wondrous revelations\n Shall at that sound be made\n Than when the first foundations\n Of heaven and earth were laid\u2014\n Before the malediction\n Is uttered from the throne\n Shall come the benediction\n When Christ shall own His own.\n\n Yet, midst the jubilation\n That shall abound among\n The saved of every nation\n In one resounding song,\n By far the most amazing\n Surprise to me will be\n Myself in rapture gazing\n On Him Who died for me.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXXIII.\n\n\n \u201c_Thou shalt guide me with Thy counsel_, _and afterward receive me to\n glory_.\u201d PS. lxxiii, 24.\n\n \u201cYma\u2019r wyf mewn anial maith,\u201d\n\n THROUGH my pilgrimage below\n Guide Thou me,\n Jesu, free me from every foe,\n Graciously!\n All my care I cast on Thee\n Till life\u2019s end,\n Well aware that Thou shalt be\n Still My Friend.\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXXIV.\n\n\n \u201c_Be still_, _and know that I am God_.\u201d PS. xlvi, 10.\n\n \u201cDyfais fawr tragwyddol gariad,\u201d\n\n FULL and undeserved salvation\n Founded on Eternal Love\n Has been won for every nation,\u2014\n Peace on earth and bliss above.\n On God\u2019s covenant depending,\n Howsoever storms may rage,\n I am safe, for He attending\n Will protect my pilgrimage.\n\n What if health be frail and fleeting,\u2014\n Heart and flesh together quail,\u2014\n And the pulse of life cease beating?\n God\u2019s compassions never fail.\n Oh! how fraught with consolation\n Is this thought to every one\n Who commits his soul\u2019s salvation\n To the merits of His Son!\n\n The commandments I have pondered\n Over; Christ in agony\n have seen by faith and wondered\n At the tree of Calvary;\n And if my peregrination\n Through this earth be frequently\n But a path of perturbation\n It betokens victory.\n\n Things that seem to teem with sadness,\n Darkness, bitterness and fear,\n Shall be swallowed up in gladness\n When the glory shall appear.\n Looking upwards at the haven\n Where my soul aspires to be\n I behold prepared in heaven\n An inheritance for me.\n\n Indistinct, and distant glimpses\n Only come within my sight:\n But these glimpses thrill my senses\n With ineffable delight:\n While the promise of Salvation\n Purchased by Immanuel\u2019s Blood\n Gives my spirit Consolation,\n Courage, and The Peace of God.\n\n Fondly feeling that, surviving\n Every tempest\u2019s angry swell,\n I was happily arriving\n At the goal where I would dwell,\n My glad soul exclaimed, O Father,\n Have I come to be with Thee,\n Safe eternally from further\n Anguish and anxiety?\n\n \u201cHush, my child, be calm and quiet;\n Recollect that I am God:\n Nothing can withstand the fiat\n Of My All-commanding Nod:\n Though thy ghostly foe be railing,\n Know that I am on thy side,\n And, although thy strength be failing,\n I, Thy Guide, will still provide.\u201d\n\n This contents my soul: The Giver\n Of all good, My Loving Lord,\n Is Almighty to deliver,\n And, depending on His Word,\n Underneath the safe protection\n Of the shadow of His Wings,\n I have less and less affection\n For earth\u2019s evanescent things.\n\n Suffering with resignation\n All the trials of to-day,\n In composed anticipation,\n Come, or go, whatever may,\n I await the promised vision\n Of God\u2019s Face in Righteousness\n And the perfected fruition\n Of His Grace and Holiness.\n\n Nature, at the contemplation\n Of The Godhead, faints with fear,\n And, distraught with consternation,\n Dreads the thought that God is near.\n O for grace to bear the vision\n Of Jehovah\u2019s Majesty,\n And to share in the fruition\n Of an endless Jubilee!\n\n\n\n\nHYMN XXXV.\n\n\n \u201c_Far be it for me to glory save in the Cross_\u201d GAL. vi., 14.\n\n \u201cNid oes gwrthrych ar y ddaear\u201d\n\n EARTH\u2019S emoluments and pleasure\n Fail to fascinate my mind\n When I contemplate the treasure\n Gained by Christ for all mankind.\n He, though greater than a creature\n Such as I can comprehend,\n Can compose my craving nature\n With the Comfort of a Friend.\n\n O for Grace to live depending\n On His Merits and to meet,\n After death, in life unending,\n Him before the judgment seat!\u2014\n Grace to bear whatever crosses\n Come, because He bore His Own,\n And to learn that earthly losses\n Lead to where no care is known!","title":"The Hymns of Ann Griffiths, of Dolwar Fechan, Translated into English Verse","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":4785}