“O’m blaen mi welaf ddrws agored,”
Strait, yet open wide before me,
Stands a door by which the blest,
Through The Blood of My Redeemer,
Enter into endless rest.
From the devil and his angels
Jesus died to rescue me,
Crucified in shame and anguish
On the tree of Calvary.
O for grace to be submissive
And attentive to His Word,—
Grace to cast the galling burden
Of the past upon The Lord,—
Grace to pay my vows whenever
I have vowed unto The Lord,—
Grace to sway the sword of safety,
Ever His Eternal Word!
Human life, in all its stages,
Meets with many enemies,
Satan’s evil emissaries
Compassing about like bees,
Some within my mind are tempting
My dull soul to doubt My God;
Help me, Gracious Lord, to rout them,
Trusting to Thy Precious Blood.
To a sorrow stricken sinner
It is comforting to read
That My God is My Redeemer
Ever nigh in time of need.
When the veil is rent asunder,
Oh! how blessed will it be
To behold The Same Redeemer
Still My Own eternally.
HYMN XXII.
“ Oh that mine head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears” Jer. lx. 1.
“O! na bai fy mhen yn ddyfroedd”
Would that my poor head were waters
That I might not cease to weep
Over Sion’s sons and daughters,
Wrapt in waywardness and sleep!
Foxes, the vineyard thieving,
Are destroying all the bloom,
And the bright Sheckinah, leaving
Sion, leaves her to her doom.
Lord, remember how Thou swearedst
In Thy covenant of old
To redeem, and how Thou carest
For the frailest in Thy fold.
Shed within us some reflection
Of Thyself, The Living Word,
Thou That art The Resurrection
And The Everlasting Lord!