Oh! may my meditation Perpetually be The marvellous salvation Which He has wrought for me: And may my whole demeanour Be in conformity With all that My Redeemer Would have my life to be. HYMN XXVIII. “_What is Thy Beloved more than another beloved_?” THE SONG OF SONGS, v. 9. “Rhyfedda byth, briodas ferch,” WHAT is Thy Beloved more Than another, O thou fairest Of thy sisters, that thou carest Thus His Features to adore? Of ten thousand, verily, Marked out by a banner, He Is The Chiefest unto me. HYMN XXIX. “_Who His own self bare our sins in His Body upon the tree_” 1 S. Peter ii. 24. “Mi gerdda ’n araf ddyddiau f’ oes,” BENEATH the shadow of the tree Where Jesus bled and died for me I seek and see security. O may my spirit never be Far from the tree of Calvary Whereon My Daysman died for me! HYMN XXX. “_The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you_.” ROM. xvi. 20. “Ma myrdd o ryfeddodau” WHEN suffering reverses, My soul has learnt to know The multitude of mercies That from My Saviour flow. Sing, then, my soul, the fulness Of that redeeming grace Which offers perfect soundness To all of Adam’s race. HYMN XXXI. “_The word of the Cross_” 1 COR. i, 18. “Efengyl Crist sy’n galw” WHILE to the disobedient The day is drawing near When they shall pray to Christ too late, And He refuse to hear, Unmerited forgiveness Is offered unto all That with unfeigned repentance Obey the Gospel Call. HYMN XXXII. “_Knowing that the putting off of my tabernacle cometh swiftly_.” 2 S. PETER i. 14. “Rwy’n cael arwyddion amlwg” HOW many intimations Have I that I must go Away from my relations And neighbours here below! Promoted from the army On earth, I trust to rise To where no foe can harm me,— The rest of Paradise. Though temporal affliction Has laid my body low, Contrition and conviction Of sin have made me know That My Redeemer liveth, And that He soon shall stand To bless, when He receiveth His own at His Right Hand. I thus with resignation Anticipate the grave, Confiding my salvation To Him Who died to save. I hope to rise with gladness At the dread trumpet’s sound, And see Him Whom in sadness I have always found. More wondrous revelations Shall at that sound be made Than when the first foundations Of heaven and earth were laid— Before the malediction Is uttered from the throne Shall come the benediction When Christ shall own His own.