DEATH.XLVIII.DEATH UNAVOIDABLE.To thy regions, World-eternal,Onward, onward, is my face;Resting spot in vain I wish for,Till in thee I find my place:Death’s dark portal,Though so dark I must pass through.When death’s cold and turbid waters,To their bosom me receive,Who will dissipate the darkness,Who my terror will relieve?If my SaviourSmile, then fear will flee away.XLIX.THE LAMP.I.(THE MEASURE OF THE SECOND PART HAS BEEN CHANGED.)A weary pilgrim sat,Above a gloomy stream,A lamp he firmly heldShed round a cheerful gleam:It showed that river’s farther banks,Crowded with wistful spirit ranks.He cometh to the stream,Adown a rough ravine,The lamp still in his handBy friends above is seen;And friends beyond can see him come,His lamp reveals him through the gloom.Now mid the rushing tide,The Faithful One he seesWith arms spread open wide,To bear him into Peace:And in the world where he is gone,They need no lamp nor light of sun.II.Down to that gloomy stream,Creeps one in wild dismay;The light of earthly joyFades gently, fades away:There echo through the dismal shade,Strange sounds by hideous monsters made.The lamp he holds goes out—O who can speak his pain!For never shall he seeIts needed light again:Victorious Death there boastful bides,Twin Darkness his loud horror hides.He lists with bated breathSome friendly foot to hear,With whispered word of hope,Or lighted lamp draw near:But foot of succour none doth sound,While taunting demons sport around.At length with piteous groanHe stumbles to the flood,—A mortal made to knowThe frowning love of God:He sinks, he swims; now, all is o’er:Hope must forsake him ever more.
XLVIII.DEATH UNAVOIDABLE.To thy regions, World-eternal,Onward, onward, is my face;Resting spot in vain I wish for,Till in thee I find my place:Death’s dark portal,Though so dark I must pass through.When death’s cold and turbid waters,To their bosom me receive,Who will dissipate the darkness,Who my terror will relieve?If my SaviourSmile, then fear will flee away.
To thy regions, World-eternal,Onward, onward, is my face;Resting spot in vain I wish for,Till in thee I find my place:Death’s dark portal,Though so dark I must pass through.
To thy regions, World-eternal,
Onward, onward, is my face;
Resting spot in vain I wish for,
Till in thee I find my place:
Death’s dark portal,
Though so dark I must pass through.
When death’s cold and turbid waters,To their bosom me receive,Who will dissipate the darkness,Who my terror will relieve?If my SaviourSmile, then fear will flee away.
When death’s cold and turbid waters,
To their bosom me receive,
Who will dissipate the darkness,
Who my terror will relieve?
If my Saviour
Smile, then fear will flee away.
XLIX.THE LAMP.I.(THE MEASURE OF THE SECOND PART HAS BEEN CHANGED.)A weary pilgrim sat,Above a gloomy stream,A lamp he firmly heldShed round a cheerful gleam:It showed that river’s farther banks,Crowded with wistful spirit ranks.He cometh to the stream,Adown a rough ravine,The lamp still in his handBy friends above is seen;And friends beyond can see him come,His lamp reveals him through the gloom.Now mid the rushing tide,The Faithful One he seesWith arms spread open wide,To bear him into Peace:And in the world where he is gone,They need no lamp nor light of sun.
(THE MEASURE OF THE SECOND PART HAS BEEN CHANGED.)
A weary pilgrim sat,Above a gloomy stream,A lamp he firmly heldShed round a cheerful gleam:It showed that river’s farther banks,Crowded with wistful spirit ranks.
A weary pilgrim sat,
Above a gloomy stream,
A lamp he firmly held
Shed round a cheerful gleam:
It showed that river’s farther banks,
Crowded with wistful spirit ranks.
He cometh to the stream,Adown a rough ravine,The lamp still in his handBy friends above is seen;And friends beyond can see him come,His lamp reveals him through the gloom.
He cometh to the stream,
Adown a rough ravine,
The lamp still in his hand
By friends above is seen;
And friends beyond can see him come,
His lamp reveals him through the gloom.
Now mid the rushing tide,The Faithful One he seesWith arms spread open wide,To bear him into Peace:And in the world where he is gone,They need no lamp nor light of sun.
Now mid the rushing tide,
The Faithful One he sees
With arms spread open wide,
To bear him into Peace:
And in the world where he is gone,
They need no lamp nor light of sun.
II.Down to that gloomy stream,Creeps one in wild dismay;The light of earthly joyFades gently, fades away:There echo through the dismal shade,Strange sounds by hideous monsters made.The lamp he holds goes out—O who can speak his pain!For never shall he seeIts needed light again:Victorious Death there boastful bides,Twin Darkness his loud horror hides.He lists with bated breathSome friendly foot to hear,With whispered word of hope,Or lighted lamp draw near:But foot of succour none doth sound,While taunting demons sport around.At length with piteous groanHe stumbles to the flood,—A mortal made to knowThe frowning love of God:He sinks, he swims; now, all is o’er:Hope must forsake him ever more.
Down to that gloomy stream,Creeps one in wild dismay;The light of earthly joyFades gently, fades away:There echo through the dismal shade,Strange sounds by hideous monsters made.
Down to that gloomy stream,
Creeps one in wild dismay;
The light of earthly joy
Fades gently, fades away:
There echo through the dismal shade,
Strange sounds by hideous monsters made.
The lamp he holds goes out—O who can speak his pain!For never shall he seeIts needed light again:Victorious Death there boastful bides,Twin Darkness his loud horror hides.
The lamp he holds goes out—
O who can speak his pain!
For never shall he see
Its needed light again:
Victorious Death there boastful bides,
Twin Darkness his loud horror hides.
He lists with bated breathSome friendly foot to hear,With whispered word of hope,Or lighted lamp draw near:But foot of succour none doth sound,While taunting demons sport around.
He lists with bated breath
Some friendly foot to hear,
With whispered word of hope,
Or lighted lamp draw near:
But foot of succour none doth sound,
While taunting demons sport around.
At length with piteous groanHe stumbles to the flood,—A mortal made to knowThe frowning love of God:He sinks, he swims; now, all is o’er:Hope must forsake him ever more.
At length with piteous groan
He stumbles to the flood,—
A mortal made to know
The frowning love of God:
He sinks, he swims; now, all is o’er:
Hope must forsake him ever more.
JUDGEMENT.L.THE TESTING.A day for solemn trialOf men is drawing near,Who has the hidden substance,Who dross, will then appear.O God, let me experienceUpon my heart thy grace;That is the stamp andimageAlone that day can pass.LI.THE JUDGEMENT COME.Hark, hark! methinks I hear a voice,Swift piercing through the troubled sky:“He comes, He comes; ye saints rejoice;The end, the end of time, is nigh!Ye saints from dust awake, awake,To joys immortal wing your flight:Of crowns, and harps, and thrones partake,They are your endless, blood-bought right.”LII.“COME, YE BLESSED!”Lo! He comes on clouds of glory,Circled by an angel-throngWho proclaim His lofty titlesWith their trumpets, loud and long.Halleluiah,Welcome, welcome, Son of Man!Thousand thousands, myriad myriadsBright attendants on the Lord,See I rising from corruption,At the mighty signal-word:Farewell, sadness,Full redemption now is come.Now behold th’ exalted ShepherdCalleth one by one his sheep;Lo! they rise with joy to meet Him,None in earth or ocean sleep.Love unbounded,Thou shalt henceforth ever reign.There for sin is no upbraiding,Nought but pardon full and free:Nought but his deep love, and meritShall now unforgotten be;Fear hath vanished,Joy and rapture overflow.“Come, ye faithful servants, enter,Blessèd children of your God:Come, receive eternal mansions,Purchased for you with my blood!Come and welcome,Now my love is satisfied.”
L.THE TESTING.A day for solemn trialOf men is drawing near,Who has the hidden substance,Who dross, will then appear.O God, let me experienceUpon my heart thy grace;That is the stamp andimageAlone that day can pass.
A day for solemn trialOf men is drawing near,Who has the hidden substance,Who dross, will then appear.O God, let me experienceUpon my heart thy grace;That is the stamp andimageAlone that day can pass.
A day for solemn trial
Of men is drawing near,
Who has the hidden substance,
Who dross, will then appear.
O God, let me experience
Upon my heart thy grace;
That is the stamp andimage
Alone that day can pass.
LI.THE JUDGEMENT COME.Hark, hark! methinks I hear a voice,Swift piercing through the troubled sky:“He comes, He comes; ye saints rejoice;The end, the end of time, is nigh!Ye saints from dust awake, awake,To joys immortal wing your flight:Of crowns, and harps, and thrones partake,They are your endless, blood-bought right.”
Hark, hark! methinks I hear a voice,Swift piercing through the troubled sky:“He comes, He comes; ye saints rejoice;The end, the end of time, is nigh!
Hark, hark! methinks I hear a voice,
Swift piercing through the troubled sky:
“He comes, He comes; ye saints rejoice;
The end, the end of time, is nigh!
Ye saints from dust awake, awake,To joys immortal wing your flight:Of crowns, and harps, and thrones partake,They are your endless, blood-bought right.”
Ye saints from dust awake, awake,
To joys immortal wing your flight:
Of crowns, and harps, and thrones partake,
They are your endless, blood-bought right.”
LII.“COME, YE BLESSED!”Lo! He comes on clouds of glory,Circled by an angel-throngWho proclaim His lofty titlesWith their trumpets, loud and long.Halleluiah,Welcome, welcome, Son of Man!Thousand thousands, myriad myriadsBright attendants on the Lord,See I rising from corruption,At the mighty signal-word:Farewell, sadness,Full redemption now is come.Now behold th’ exalted ShepherdCalleth one by one his sheep;Lo! they rise with joy to meet Him,None in earth or ocean sleep.Love unbounded,Thou shalt henceforth ever reign.There for sin is no upbraiding,Nought but pardon full and free:Nought but his deep love, and meritShall now unforgotten be;Fear hath vanished,Joy and rapture overflow.“Come, ye faithful servants, enter,Blessèd children of your God:Come, receive eternal mansions,Purchased for you with my blood!Come and welcome,Now my love is satisfied.”
Lo! He comes on clouds of glory,Circled by an angel-throngWho proclaim His lofty titlesWith their trumpets, loud and long.Halleluiah,Welcome, welcome, Son of Man!
Lo! He comes on clouds of glory,
Circled by an angel-throng
Who proclaim His lofty titles
With their trumpets, loud and long.
Halleluiah,
Welcome, welcome, Son of Man!
Thousand thousands, myriad myriadsBright attendants on the Lord,See I rising from corruption,At the mighty signal-word:Farewell, sadness,Full redemption now is come.
Thousand thousands, myriad myriads
Bright attendants on the Lord,
See I rising from corruption,
At the mighty signal-word:
Farewell, sadness,
Full redemption now is come.
Now behold th’ exalted ShepherdCalleth one by one his sheep;Lo! they rise with joy to meet Him,None in earth or ocean sleep.Love unbounded,Thou shalt henceforth ever reign.
Now behold th’ exalted Shepherd
Calleth one by one his sheep;
Lo! they rise with joy to meet Him,
None in earth or ocean sleep.
Love unbounded,
Thou shalt henceforth ever reign.
There for sin is no upbraiding,Nought but pardon full and free:Nought but his deep love, and meritShall now unforgotten be;Fear hath vanished,Joy and rapture overflow.
There for sin is no upbraiding,
Nought but pardon full and free:
Nought but his deep love, and merit
Shall now unforgotten be;
Fear hath vanished,
Joy and rapture overflow.
“Come, ye faithful servants, enter,Blessèd children of your God:Come, receive eternal mansions,Purchased for you with my blood!Come and welcome,Now my love is satisfied.”
“Come, ye faithful servants, enter,
Blessèd children of your God:
Come, receive eternal mansions,
Purchased for you with my blood!
Come and welcome,
Now my love is satisfied.”
HEAVEN.LIII.HEAVENWARD.Toward heaven, my Father’s home, I steer,Tossed on the billowy flood:A man that hath no purpose hereSave seeking for his God.Let me not swerve to right or left,Or of thy guidance tire;Kept in the course that heavenward leads,Through gulphs of flood and fire.Opposing tempests beat me back,And I have strength no more;O take me, Jesus, in thine arms,And bear to yonder shore.LIV.“FAR BETTER.”Many dear ones are departedTo the grave’s dark silent land:I shall soon receive the summonsThere to lie amid the band;Where they hear notAny more sad earth’s complaints.Blest are they who have expiredIn the Lord, supremely blest!In the port so oft desiredThey for ever safely rest.How much better,There to sing than sigh with us!LV.EARTH AND HEAVEN.My cup doth often while below,With Marah’s waters overflow:But care and grief which here annoy,Above shall be absorbed in joy.The fire of love within the breastIs here but fond desire at best:The faintest spark in heaven it knowsWith an immortal ardour glows.The joy for which I here can hopeIs but the small tormenting drop:A fathomless, eternal seaOf bliss shall there encompass me.A distant clouded glimpse is allThat Faith on earth may vision call:But unto Faith and Hope in heavenAre prospect and possession given.Crumbs are on earth our richest fare:But banquets wait the pilgrim there.Here cold and faint the songs we raise:But deathless there will be our praise.Here evening shades envelope me;All darkness shall from Zion flee;Without a veil it will be givenGod face to face to see inHeaven.LVI.THE SAVED.I see a myriad saved,Who once were faint as I;Now they have climbed the rocky steeps,And reign with Christ on high.They sing on yonder side,From doubt and sorrow free,The praises of the bleeding Lamb,The song of Calvary.LVII.ENDLESS PRAISE.But begun will be the singingUnto Jesus round His throne,By the saved when tardy agesWith their songs and joys are flown:And for ever,Shall the golden harps resound.There shall I rehearse the story,How a weakling faint and worn,Was o’er rocks and through deep waters,To eternal glory borne:Jesus wholly,Shall absorb the songs of heaven,LVIII.APPROACHING LAND.(Thought to have been suggested to the seraphic Bard, Williams, of Pantycelyn, by the approach of Columbus to the shores of the Western Continent.)Here I am a passing stranger,Far away my native land;O’er the wide and stormy ocean,Where lies Canaan’s happy strand.Raging storms of strong temptationDrove me from my home astray:Bear me, balmy southern breezes,To its verdant shores away!Spite of waves and counter-currentsRolling o’er me from each side,Through the seas and storms opposing,I shall stem the swelling tide.Than the floods thy word is stronger—Stronger than the ’whelming wave:All my hope I calmly ventureOn thy promise, Lord, to save.Not much longer must I battleWith the billows thus forlorn,Land is nigh, each faithful promiseShews how nigh Salvation’s morn.Not the deep shall be my dwelling:—Joyful shall my spirit come,When the seas have cleansed and proved me,To my loved eternal Home.Yea, methinks I catch alreadyFragrant perfumes from the land,Wafted by celestial breezes;Surely it is near at hand.O could I its coast discover,Blessed country free from strife;There my dearest friends are dwelling,There is everlasting life!CLOSE.If there be holy contestWho ought to sing the loudestOn plains of heaven;Who most to Christ indebted,Who loftiest exalted,Being most forgiven:A plea there will appear for me;For of the many,Whom sovereign Mercy,With arm almighty,May raise that state to see,No one more undeservingOf joy so great can be.One song shall echo through the throng:“To Him who loved us:To Him who washed us:To Him who saved us,From deep and miry clay!”The thrilling anthem doubling,Unending, night and day.
LIII.HEAVENWARD.Toward heaven, my Father’s home, I steer,Tossed on the billowy flood:A man that hath no purpose hereSave seeking for his God.Let me not swerve to right or left,Or of thy guidance tire;Kept in the course that heavenward leads,Through gulphs of flood and fire.Opposing tempests beat me back,And I have strength no more;O take me, Jesus, in thine arms,And bear to yonder shore.
Toward heaven, my Father’s home, I steer,Tossed on the billowy flood:A man that hath no purpose hereSave seeking for his God.
Toward heaven, my Father’s home, I steer,
Tossed on the billowy flood:
A man that hath no purpose here
Save seeking for his God.
Let me not swerve to right or left,Or of thy guidance tire;Kept in the course that heavenward leads,Through gulphs of flood and fire.
Let me not swerve to right or left,
Or of thy guidance tire;
Kept in the course that heavenward leads,
Through gulphs of flood and fire.
Opposing tempests beat me back,And I have strength no more;O take me, Jesus, in thine arms,And bear to yonder shore.
Opposing tempests beat me back,
And I have strength no more;
O take me, Jesus, in thine arms,
And bear to yonder shore.
LIV.“FAR BETTER.”Many dear ones are departedTo the grave’s dark silent land:I shall soon receive the summonsThere to lie amid the band;Where they hear notAny more sad earth’s complaints.Blest are they who have expiredIn the Lord, supremely blest!In the port so oft desiredThey for ever safely rest.How much better,There to sing than sigh with us!
Many dear ones are departedTo the grave’s dark silent land:I shall soon receive the summonsThere to lie amid the band;Where they hear notAny more sad earth’s complaints.
Many dear ones are departed
To the grave’s dark silent land:
I shall soon receive the summons
There to lie amid the band;
Where they hear not
Any more sad earth’s complaints.
Blest are they who have expiredIn the Lord, supremely blest!In the port so oft desiredThey for ever safely rest.How much better,There to sing than sigh with us!
Blest are they who have expired
In the Lord, supremely blest!
In the port so oft desired
They for ever safely rest.
How much better,
There to sing than sigh with us!
LV.EARTH AND HEAVEN.My cup doth often while below,With Marah’s waters overflow:But care and grief which here annoy,Above shall be absorbed in joy.The fire of love within the breastIs here but fond desire at best:The faintest spark in heaven it knowsWith an immortal ardour glows.The joy for which I here can hopeIs but the small tormenting drop:A fathomless, eternal seaOf bliss shall there encompass me.A distant clouded glimpse is allThat Faith on earth may vision call:But unto Faith and Hope in heavenAre prospect and possession given.Crumbs are on earth our richest fare:But banquets wait the pilgrim there.Here cold and faint the songs we raise:But deathless there will be our praise.Here evening shades envelope me;All darkness shall from Zion flee;Without a veil it will be givenGod face to face to see inHeaven.
My cup doth often while below,With Marah’s waters overflow:But care and grief which here annoy,Above shall be absorbed in joy.
My cup doth often while below,
With Marah’s waters overflow:
But care and grief which here annoy,
Above shall be absorbed in joy.
The fire of love within the breastIs here but fond desire at best:The faintest spark in heaven it knowsWith an immortal ardour glows.
The fire of love within the breast
Is here but fond desire at best:
The faintest spark in heaven it knows
With an immortal ardour glows.
The joy for which I here can hopeIs but the small tormenting drop:A fathomless, eternal seaOf bliss shall there encompass me.
The joy for which I here can hope
Is but the small tormenting drop:
A fathomless, eternal sea
Of bliss shall there encompass me.
A distant clouded glimpse is allThat Faith on earth may vision call:But unto Faith and Hope in heavenAre prospect and possession given.
A distant clouded glimpse is all
That Faith on earth may vision call:
But unto Faith and Hope in heaven
Are prospect and possession given.
Crumbs are on earth our richest fare:But banquets wait the pilgrim there.Here cold and faint the songs we raise:But deathless there will be our praise.
Crumbs are on earth our richest fare:
But banquets wait the pilgrim there.
Here cold and faint the songs we raise:
But deathless there will be our praise.
Here evening shades envelope me;All darkness shall from Zion flee;Without a veil it will be givenGod face to face to see inHeaven.
Here evening shades envelope me;
All darkness shall from Zion flee;
Without a veil it will be given
God face to face to see inHeaven.
LVI.THE SAVED.I see a myriad saved,Who once were faint as I;Now they have climbed the rocky steeps,And reign with Christ on high.They sing on yonder side,From doubt and sorrow free,The praises of the bleeding Lamb,The song of Calvary.
I see a myriad saved,Who once were faint as I;Now they have climbed the rocky steeps,And reign with Christ on high.They sing on yonder side,From doubt and sorrow free,The praises of the bleeding Lamb,The song of Calvary.
I see a myriad saved,
Who once were faint as I;
Now they have climbed the rocky steeps,
And reign with Christ on high.
They sing on yonder side,
From doubt and sorrow free,
The praises of the bleeding Lamb,
The song of Calvary.
LVII.ENDLESS PRAISE.But begun will be the singingUnto Jesus round His throne,By the saved when tardy agesWith their songs and joys are flown:And for ever,Shall the golden harps resound.There shall I rehearse the story,How a weakling faint and worn,Was o’er rocks and through deep waters,To eternal glory borne:Jesus wholly,Shall absorb the songs of heaven,
But begun will be the singingUnto Jesus round His throne,By the saved when tardy agesWith their songs and joys are flown:And for ever,Shall the golden harps resound.
But begun will be the singing
Unto Jesus round His throne,
By the saved when tardy ages
With their songs and joys are flown:
And for ever,
Shall the golden harps resound.
There shall I rehearse the story,How a weakling faint and worn,Was o’er rocks and through deep waters,To eternal glory borne:Jesus wholly,Shall absorb the songs of heaven,
There shall I rehearse the story,
How a weakling faint and worn,
Was o’er rocks and through deep waters,
To eternal glory borne:
Jesus wholly,
Shall absorb the songs of heaven,
LVIII.APPROACHING LAND.(Thought to have been suggested to the seraphic Bard, Williams, of Pantycelyn, by the approach of Columbus to the shores of the Western Continent.)Here I am a passing stranger,Far away my native land;O’er the wide and stormy ocean,Where lies Canaan’s happy strand.Raging storms of strong temptationDrove me from my home astray:Bear me, balmy southern breezes,To its verdant shores away!Spite of waves and counter-currentsRolling o’er me from each side,Through the seas and storms opposing,I shall stem the swelling tide.Than the floods thy word is stronger—Stronger than the ’whelming wave:All my hope I calmly ventureOn thy promise, Lord, to save.Not much longer must I battleWith the billows thus forlorn,Land is nigh, each faithful promiseShews how nigh Salvation’s morn.Not the deep shall be my dwelling:—Joyful shall my spirit come,When the seas have cleansed and proved me,To my loved eternal Home.Yea, methinks I catch alreadyFragrant perfumes from the land,Wafted by celestial breezes;Surely it is near at hand.O could I its coast discover,Blessed country free from strife;There my dearest friends are dwelling,There is everlasting life!
(Thought to have been suggested to the seraphic Bard, Williams, of Pantycelyn, by the approach of Columbus to the shores of the Western Continent.)
Here I am a passing stranger,Far away my native land;O’er the wide and stormy ocean,Where lies Canaan’s happy strand.Raging storms of strong temptationDrove me from my home astray:Bear me, balmy southern breezes,To its verdant shores away!
Here I am a passing stranger,
Far away my native land;
O’er the wide and stormy ocean,
Where lies Canaan’s happy strand.
Raging storms of strong temptation
Drove me from my home astray:
Bear me, balmy southern breezes,
To its verdant shores away!
Spite of waves and counter-currentsRolling o’er me from each side,Through the seas and storms opposing,I shall stem the swelling tide.Than the floods thy word is stronger—Stronger than the ’whelming wave:All my hope I calmly ventureOn thy promise, Lord, to save.
Spite of waves and counter-currents
Rolling o’er me from each side,
Through the seas and storms opposing,
I shall stem the swelling tide.
Than the floods thy word is stronger—
Stronger than the ’whelming wave:
All my hope I calmly venture
On thy promise, Lord, to save.
Not much longer must I battleWith the billows thus forlorn,Land is nigh, each faithful promiseShews how nigh Salvation’s morn.Not the deep shall be my dwelling:—Joyful shall my spirit come,When the seas have cleansed and proved me,To my loved eternal Home.
Not much longer must I battle
With the billows thus forlorn,
Land is nigh, each faithful promise
Shews how nigh Salvation’s morn.
Not the deep shall be my dwelling:—
Joyful shall my spirit come,
When the seas have cleansed and proved me,
To my loved eternal Home.
Yea, methinks I catch alreadyFragrant perfumes from the land,Wafted by celestial breezes;Surely it is near at hand.O could I its coast discover,Blessed country free from strife;There my dearest friends are dwelling,There is everlasting life!
Yea, methinks I catch already
Fragrant perfumes from the land,
Wafted by celestial breezes;
Surely it is near at hand.
O could I its coast discover,
Blessed country free from strife;
There my dearest friends are dwelling,
There is everlasting life!
CLOSE.If there be holy contestWho ought to sing the loudestOn plains of heaven;Who most to Christ indebted,Who loftiest exalted,Being most forgiven:A plea there will appear for me;For of the many,Whom sovereign Mercy,With arm almighty,May raise that state to see,No one more undeservingOf joy so great can be.One song shall echo through the throng:“To Him who loved us:To Him who washed us:To Him who saved us,From deep and miry clay!”The thrilling anthem doubling,Unending, night and day.
If there be holy contestWho ought to sing the loudestOn plains of heaven;Who most to Christ indebted,Who loftiest exalted,Being most forgiven:A plea there will appear for me;For of the many,Whom sovereign Mercy,With arm almighty,May raise that state to see,No one more undeservingOf joy so great can be.One song shall echo through the throng:“To Him who loved us:To Him who washed us:To Him who saved us,From deep and miry clay!”The thrilling anthem doubling,Unending, night and day.
If there be holy contest
Who ought to sing the loudest
On plains of heaven;
Who most to Christ indebted,
Who loftiest exalted,
Being most forgiven:
A plea there will appear for me;
For of the many,
Whom sovereign Mercy,
With arm almighty,
May raise that state to see,
No one more undeserving
Of joy so great can be.
One song shall echo through the throng:
“To Him who loved us:
To Him who washed us:
To Him who saved us,
From deep and miry clay!”
The thrilling anthem doubling,
Unending, night and day.
INDEXOf the Original Welsh First-lines, corresponding to the order of the Translations.I. Canu wnaf am gariad Iesu1II. Coronwyd, do, Iachawdwr byd1III. Iesu ydyw fy Nghreawdwr2IV. Pwy wela’i o Edom yn dôd5V. Yn Eden, cofiaf hyny byth5VI. (English Original)6VII. (English Original)7VIII. Yn y dyfroedd mawr a’r tonau7IX. Am graig i adeiladu8X. Ar dymhorau o ofidiau9XI. Llefwch, genhadon Duw o hyd9XII, Dyma babell y cyfarfod10XIII. Angylion dont yn gysson10XIV. Cofia f’ enaid cyn it’ dreulio11XV. O’r fath wagedd, fath ffolineb11XVI. Fy enaid llwythog, euog i12XVII. Chwilio bum y greadigaeth13XVIII. Ffowch deganau gwael y ddaear13XIX. Anweledig rwy’n dy garu14XX. Rhyfedd na buaswn ’nawr14XXI. O clyw fy ngwaedd, a gwêl fy ngwedd15XXII. Os gwelir fi, bechadur15XXIII. Dysg fi dewi megys Aaron16XXIV. P’odd y galla’i ddweud sydd ynwyf17XXV. (English Original)17XXVI. A raid i gystudd garw’r groes18XXVII. Mae Crist a’i wradwyddiadau18XXVIII. Mi feddyliais yn y boreu18XXIX. Mi dreuliaf weddill dyddiau f’ oes19XXX. Draw, draw ar y cefnfor20XXXI. O Iesu’m ffrynd a’m prynwr drud20XXXII. Fy ngweddi dôs i’r nêf20XXXIII. Pererin wyf i’r Ganaan fry21XXXIV. Pe cawn adenydd boreu wawr21XXXV. Dysgwyl ’rwyf ar hyd yr hir nos22XXXVI. ’Rwy’n edrych dros y bryniau pell22XXXVII (English Original)23XXXVIII. Darfydded sôn am bob ymryson mwy24XXXIX. Ymlaen, ymlaen, chwi filwyr Duw24XL. Efengyl yr Oen24XLI. Pob llwyth ac iaith ddaw yn gytun24XLII. Gosod babell yn ngwlad Gosen25XLIII. Yn nhŷ fy Nuw, lle tawel, llawn o hedd25XLIV, ’Rhwn sy’n peri’r mellt i hedeg26XLV. O na bai fy mhen yn ddyfroedd26XLVI. Achub Sion er dy glôd26XLVII. At holl dylwythau’r ddaear27XLVIII. Ni pheri ddim yn hir27XLIX. Ar bellderau tragwyddoldeb27L. (i.) Eisteddai teithiwr blin28(ii.) Ar lan yr Iorddonen28LI. Daw dydd o brysur bwyso29LII. Clywch, clywch tebygaf clywaf lais30LIII. Wele’n dyfod ar y cwmwl30LIV. Rwy’n morio tua chartre’m Nêr31LV. Torf o’mrodyr sydd yn gorwedd31LVI. Fy phiol yma sydd yn llawn32LVII. Mi wela fyrdd dan sêl33LVIII. Dechreu canu, dechreu canmol33LIX. Dyn dyeithr ydwyf yma33LX. Os oes rhyw ddadl hyfryd35
ALPHABETICAL INDEXOF THE FIRST-LINES OF THE TRANSLATIONS.A day for solemn trial29Advance, advance, ye hosts of God24All tribes and tongues together come24And must the cross attend my way17Angelic throngs unnumbered10A pilgrim I to Canaan flee21A weary pilgrim sat28But begun will be the singing33Cry, faithful messengers of God9Direct unto my God20Down to that gloomy stream28Emmanuel’s name24Far, far on the ocean19Fix a dwelling, Lord, in Goshen25Fly, Earth’s gaudy, fading trifles13From Edom whom see I returned5Hark, hark, methinks I hear a voice30Heedless soul of mine, bethink thee10Here I am a passing stranger33Here, behold, the seat of mercy9He who darts the wingèd lightning26How shall I my case discover16I am in the lone night waiting22If I, the sin-benighted15If there be holy contest35I had sought in the creation12I’ll spend my few remaining days18I look beyond the distant hills22In Eden—Memory e’er will tell5In the morning I expected18In thine abode25I see a myriad saved33I turn when afflicted with grief8It shall not long remain27I would sing Thy love, my Saviour1Jesus Christ is my creator2Jesus, my Saviour and my God20Let brethren cease24Lo, He comes on clouds of glory30Lord, hear my cry and see my case14Many dear ones are departed31My cup doth often while below32My gentle Lamb, O come to me6My Lord with his affliction18O that now mine eyes were fountains26O the weakness, O the folly11O seek a rock to build on7Rescue Zion, for thy praise26Rough our way and dark the night5Strange that I am not cut down14Sweet, sweet17Teach me Aaron’s thoughtful silence15Thorns had the Saviour of mankind1Though unseen, O Lord, I love thee13Thy bright, swift pinions, Dawn, had I21To all the tribes of earth27To thy regions, World-eternal27Toward heaven, my Father’s home, I steer31Unhappy soul, what sayest thou11What though the dark cloud23Who amid the swelling billows7W. SPURRELL, PRINTER, CARMARTHEN.
W. SPURRELL, PRINTER, CARMARTHEN.