I can never
But within Thy wounds be saved;
—and another (Mi dafla maich oddi ar fy ngway) reminds us of Bunyan's Pilgrim in sight of the Cross:
I'll cast my heavy burden down,
Remembering Jesus' pains;
Guilt high as towering mountain tops
Here turns to joyful strains.
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He stretched His pure white hands abroad,
A crown of thorns He wore,