Life is far more strange than fiction,— But its immortality In defiance of affliction Magnifies its mystery. When the winnowing commences, Lord, enable us to stand Purified from past offences At the last on Thy Right Hand. O that, as a cloud ascending Upwards to the skies above, We may rise, and with unending Rapture realise Thy Love! Three in One, The Same as ever, God proclaims His Name to be Alpha and Omega, never Failing in fidelity. HYMN VII. “_This do in remembrance of me_.” S. LUKE xxii., 19. “Nid oes gwrthddrych ar y ddaear” EARTHLY treasure, heaped together Into one enormous whole, Were it all my own, could never Satisfy my lonely soul. Only Jesus Christ can fill me With the vivifying light Of His countenance and thrill me With ineffable delight. Feasting at His holy table On the tokens of His love, Though unworthy, I am able To be One with Him above. With the loss of one offending Member I should be content When I think of an unending Period of punishment. What a daily delectation To my feeble fainting soul Is The Fountain of Salvation Which alone can make me whole! Thus in calm anticipation Of the coming of The Lord, While I live my meditation Is His Everlasting Word. Soon my soul shall cease to wander After earth’s frivolities. And be overwhelmed with wonder At Divine realities. Perish doubt and hesitation! Things unseen do not deceive,— In Thy Plenary Salvation, Blessed Jesus, I believe. HYMN VIII. “_Fountains of waters of life_” REV. vii., 17. “Llwybr cwbl groes i natur” CONSTANTLY beset with crosses Though my present progress be, Disappointment, pain and losses Point my pilgrimage to Thee. Through the trough of tribulation Roughly runs the narrow road, But its happy termination Is the city of My God. Lord! upon my faded visage Reimprint Thy stamp, I pray, So shall Satan from Thine image Flee discomfited away. Like the fragrant ointment flowing Down the dress of Aaron Is the blessedness of knowing Thee through Thy Beloved Son. Dissipate the clouds of darkness Now enveloping Thy Face; And irradiate with gladness My cold heart, O God of grace! Thy redemption, as a river, One fell Friday flowed for me Once for all, and once for ever, From the crest of Calvary. Silently, yet surely giving Solace to humanity. That same river, rich in living Water, still distils for me. It is able to completely Wash the Ethiopian Whiter than the snow and sweetly Purify the publican.