Present pleasures prove vexation,—
Earthly treasures vanity,—
But the waters of salvation
Satisfy and sanctify.
Oh to live and die esteeming
Temporalities as dross,
And arise through the Redeeming
Blood of Him Who bore my cross!
HYMN XII.
“Jesus Christ, and Him crucified.” 1 Cor. ii, 2.
“Nis dichon byd â’i holl deganau”
All the world, its pomp and pleasure,
Fail to mesmerise my mind;
But I realise a treasure
In The Saviour of mankind.
He alone, and not another,
Could atone for me, and He
Cleaveth closer than a brother
In the last extremity.
O to live in Him abiding
Every time I draw my breath,
And to sleep in Him confiding
When my soul departs in death!
Why should I disdain to carry
Patiently my cross, when He
Died upon a sanguinary
Tree on Calvary for me?
HYMN XIII.
“A cloud received Him out of their sight.” Acts i., 9.
“Pan esgynodd yr hwn ddisgynodd,”
When Immanuel had ended
His atoning work of love,
And had in a cloud ascended
Into His abode above,