Would that we, defaulting paupers, Oftener took heed to see That we need these healing waters Offered thus abundantly! O that we would live rejecting Earth’s inanities and try To be patiently expecting Till redemption draweth nigh! HYMN IX. “_That I may know Him_, _and the power of His resurrection_.” PHILIP iii., 10. “O! am dreiddio i’r adnabyddiaeth” O! for deeper meditation On my Living, Loving Lord, As I read the revelation Of His Everlasting Word! Endless death had been the sinner’s Recompense and righteous doom, But for My Divine Redeemer’s Resurrection from the tomb. God is terrible in power, Though He be a God of love, And no wonder sinners cower At the thought of Him above. Yet when with humiliation We bow down before His Face, He reveals His great Salvation And the riches of His Grace. To be under His protection Is my soul’s security, While to share in His Refection Is both meat and drink to me. By His Own Right Hand directed I am safe where ere I go,— By His panoply protected I need never fear a foe. God, My Father, is My Tower, And what more can I desire In temptation’s trying hour,— In the flood, and in the fire? By His Providence protected I am safe in time of need: But, if by My God rejected, I am destitute indeed. HYMN X. “_God with us_.” S. MATT. i, 23. “Rhyfedd, rhyfedd gan angylion” HOW the angels must have marvelled At The Maker of them all Clad in coarsest garb and cradled In a common cattle stall. Him, in Whom they had their being Ere the universe began, They adored as Their Creator, Perfect God and Perfect Man. Fasting, faint, and sorely tempted In the lonely wilderness, He confuted and confounded Satan with His Holiness. Full of thankfulness a sinner, Such as I should ever be, That My Maker and Redeemer Deigned to suffer death for me. At the last loud trumpet’s sounding, Midst a more terrific blaze Than was seen on Sinai’s summit Once to Israel’s amaze, Grant, O Merciful Creator, That I may with joy arise Through the merits of My Saviour’s All availing Sacrifice. HYMN XI. “_When thou passest through the waters_, _I will be with thee_;” ISA. xliii, 2. “Os rhaid wynebu’r afon donog,” Though I have to cross the river, There is One, Who, there before, Strong as ever to deliver, Guarantees a golden shore. Gazing heavenward at the haven Entered by Immanuel, I expect to triumph even Over death, the grave and hell.