Favourite Welsh Hymns: Translated into English — John Shaqi
Favourite Welsh Hymns: Translated into English
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Favourite Welsh Hymns: Translated into English
Hymns, Welsh -- Translations into English
But short is our sojourn on earth at the longest,
The day comes apace mid our pleasure and strife,
When, though to the seeming we flourish the fairest,
Shall our roots be plucked up from this nursery--life:
And O, when the tomb life's scenes from us shall sever,
When death's awful shadow this world shall bedim,
May we rise to the kingdom of life and for ever
Be planted in glory--true branches of HIM.
THE CHURCH.
XXXVII.
LOVE.
Let brethren cease of party names to speak--
Of party strife--have vanished "Jew and Greek:"
Sweet Peace appear, and Love thy seat maintain,
That holy Love, which chief in heaven doth reign.
XXXVIII.
"FORWARD."
Advance, advance, ye hosts of God,
Unfurl the standard stained with blood:
Soon shall ye wave the palm on high.
Soon raise the shout of "victory,"
And chaplets wear that never die--
The world is yours!
XXXIX.
THE MIGHTY NAME.
Emmanuel's name
Shall win wider fame,
Through vales and o'er hills it shall sound:
Great Jericho's wall,
Before it shall fall;
The trumpets re-echo around.
XL.
COMING TO ZION.
All tribes and tongues together come,
The scattered Jews and Gentiles, home;
Throughout the host a chorus runs,
Of special praise for Ethiop sons.
Hark, hark! the tide of song,
Rolls onward from the throng:
Soon Zion shall obtain
The purchase of Messiah's pain.
XLI.
"ABIDE WITH US."
Fix a dwelling, Lord, in Goshen--
Shall thine Israel be denied?
From thy shining exaltation,
Deign to bow, and here abide:
Dwell among thy pilgrim people,
Where the tribes to praise Thee come,
Nor depart, Redeemer, from us,
Till the final day of doom.
XLII.
THE HOUSE OF GOD.
In thine abode
Sweet peace and gladness reign;
While left below
My soul would here remain:
Among thy sons
Whom sacred wisdom guides,
Within whose breast
The love of God presides.
Here milk and wine
To cheer the fainting flow,
And living streams
That whiter make than snow.
Unto all men
The wisdom, Lord, be given,
To seek thy house,
And learn the work of heaven.
XLIII.
COMMENCEMENT OF WORSHIP.
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