THY Pavilion’s One Foundation, Fortress for the fugitive, In Thy Blood we see salvation, Jesu, through Thy Death we live. At Thy footstool humbly bending Only can we be forgiven, On Thy Righteousness depending Only have we hope of Heaven. Prior to this earth’s creation Man’s redemption was ordained,— By Thy predetermination Long lost Eden was regained. Undeserved regeneration, Blissful immortality, Pardon, peace, purification,— All are offered, Lord, by Thee. Victim of the foul deceiver, Faint at heart and travel stained, Recognise in Thy Redeemer More than Paradise regained. Faithfulness is what the golden Girdle of Thy God displays, This memento should embolden Every penitent who prays. O the fulness of Salvation! Merciful, mysterious plan! When the God of all creation Dignified the dust of man, To redeem us yearning, sighing, Pleading, bleeding on the tree, And in dying verifying Promise, type and prophecy. Lowly born to be The Brother Of the powerless and poor, To unite us to each other And invite us to be pure, With one touch The Famed Physician Healed the blotch of leprosy, For His voluntary mission Was to free humanity. Ark of Refuge, Rock Eternal, Balm beside the dying bed, Tree of Life for ever vernal, Fountain to revive the dead, One with us, our pardon pleading, One with God, He grants the plea, While His Spirit interceding Certifies His victory. HYMN II. “_Salvation unto our God which sitteth on the throne_, _and unto the Lamb_.” REV. VII. 10. “Bydd melus cofio y cyfammod,” PASSING sweet to the reflections Of the souls redeemed above Are the many recollections Of God’s covenant of Love. Praise for perfected salvation Through Immanuel alone Animates their adoration And their song before the throne. See the Law by sinners broken To the utmost satisfied, When, in token, Christ had spoken, “It is finished!” and died! To restore man’s lost perfection, And to disannul his doom, He Who is The Resurrection Condescended to the tomb. He, to Whom His base detractors And tormentors owed their breath, Hung between two malefactors, Breathed out His Soul in death. Thus was man’s emancipation, Pardon and salvation won Through the deep humiliation Of God’s Own Incarnate Son. Ponder, O my soul, with wonder On the gloomy cavity And that weighty stone whereunder Lay The Lord of Life for thee. Join with joy the jubilation Of the ransomed in that Hymn Which ascribes the world’s salvation And redemption “unto Him.” HYMN III. “_And so shall we ever be with the Lord_.” 1 THESS. iv. 17. “O! ddedwydd ddydd! tragwyddol orphwys.”