The choir of heaven cries, “Unto Him!”
Ann Griffiths' earliest hymn will be called her sweetest. Fortunately, too, it is more poetically translated. It was before the vivid consciousness and intensity of her religious experience had given her spiritual writings a more involved and mystical expression.
My soul, behold the fitness
Of this great Son of God,
Trust Him for life eternal
And cast on Him thy load,
A man—touched with the pity
Of every human woe,
A God—to claim the kingdom
And vanquish every foe.