“ Farewell hath thine eyes with its weeping made dim;
But think, though Creation henceforth may seem empty,
Thou canst not be severed a moment from HIM.
Oft, oft shall the prayer unto God be ascending,
Though far in the wilderness from thee we dwell,
That into thine heart He may daily be sending
Joys, comforts, and blessings which tongue cannot tell:
That long be thy life, and all-fragrant that life be,
And if more affliction thy bliss should bedim. ”

“ Who amid the swelling billows
Can sustain my sinking head?
None but that divine Redeemer,
Who upon the cross hath bled.
If He through the stormy current
O’er the wave my head will bear,
If a gracious look vouchsafe me,
I will praise Him even there.
VIII.
A ROCK FOR A FOUNDATION.
O seek a rock to build on,
My soul! wilt thou not prove
That strong and deep Foundation
Which Earth, nor Hell, can move?
[8]
How sweet in yonder River
That Rock beneath my feet,
When every doubt and terror
Shall on my spirit beat! ”

“ He giveth life and He doth kill:
Arise, arise, and in Him trust;
Say, guilty soul, “I will!”
His are the skies above thee spread,
He sitteth on heaven’s throne;
All His, if thou art with him joined,
He bids thee deem thine own. ”

“ SELF-CONVERSE.
Heedless soul of mine, bethink thee
Ere thine hours on earth are past,—
Ere thou fly to spirit-regions,
If thou real treasure hast.
Where will be thine endless dwelling?
Where thine everlasting home? ”

“ FAVOURITE WELSH HYMNS. JESUS.
PRELUDE.
I would sing Thy love, my Saviour,
O, how can I silent be!
Though more sweetly, more sublimely
Many touch the chords to Thee.
In thy mercy in abundance,
Not a stream but boundless main:
Let me but rehearse the riches
JESUS doth for worlds contain!
I.
EARTH’S CROWN.
Thorns had the Saviour of mankind
His only Crown while here below:
Could Earth no other garland find
With which to deck his holy brow?
Was he a King? yea; to his throne
Heaven, Earth, and Hell allegiance owe ”

“ Toying with the proudest navies,
Hurling down the giant trees:
He who curbs your wildest fury,
Calms you like to infant’s breath,
As a lamb Himself surrendered,
Bowed his reverend head in death!
Peer of Angels! space outreaching.
Stars, sun, moon, thy grandeur show;
Thunder, lightning, earthquake, tempest,
Less in might sublime than THOU!
For thy welfare, haughty Rebel,
Thee from error back to bring,
Jesus meekly bore thine insults:
Weep—repent—believe—and sing!
[5] III.
THE CONQUEROR.
From Edom whom see I returned
More beauteous than break of the dawn? ”

“ In Eden—Memory e’er will tell,
How honours thick as dew that fell
Were lost: alas, man’s crown!
On Calvary, did Mercy bring
More lofty honours—I will sing
The Victor’s high renown.
V.
“CHRIST AND HIM CRUCIFIED.”
Rough our way and dark the night,
Strong our foes but small our might,
Prone to droop our faithless mind,
Life before, but death behind:
Sing we as we journey on,
—“Christon Estaurōmenon!” [2]
Friends are few nor can they heal
Sorrows which we deepest feel ”

“ The boom of the billows, as on rushed the storm,
O’ercame the stout hearts of the men with alarm.
But one in that lone boat was fearless the while,—
The captain’s bright boy:—looking round with a smile:
“The storm threatens,” he said, “but still do not fear,
We safely shall land, for my Father doth steer.” ”

“ And believing that there are others—English Christians—who confidently anticipate good to the Church from any reciprocation of the diversely-developed expressions of One Spirit, this introductory effort at presenting, in their language, a specimen of Welsh Devotional Song (in which a few English Originals are included) , as illustrating its characteristic genius, is, to them also, respectfully offered, with the view of realising, in however humble a degree, the Desired Good. ”

“ To those who are no strangers to the Language and Spirit of the Originals, and who would feel disposed to welcome their adaptation to changed circumstances, the Author submits these Translations: [1] and he does so with a measure of trust that they may not be altogether powerless in renovating and sustaining impressions produced by those Originals. ”

“ He sinks, he swims; now, all is o’er:
Hope must forsake him ever more.
JUDGEMENT.
L.
THE TESTING.
A day for solemn trial
Of men is drawing near,
Who has the hidden substance,
Who dross, will then appear. ”

“ An Index of the First Lines of the original Welsh Hymns, arranged in the order of the Translations, will be found at the end of the Work.
The Metres of the Originals are retained in every case where a departure from them, is not specified. Their own thrilling minor MELODIES ought to accompany them.
[1] The principle adopted in the preparation of this Work may be aptly expressed, with slight modifications, in the language of a late Translator of Horace: “I [have endeavoured] to give not only the exact sense, but also the manner, the spirit, and [generally] the numbers of the original ”