Though my flesh must see corruption, And be buried in the grave, He Who is The Resurrection Is Omnipotent to save. Now, as through a glass and darkly, Faith enables me to see My Deliverer, but shortly I shall see with certainty. When the veil is rent asunder, And the records are unsealed, To mankind and angels’ wonder, Jesus Christ shall be revealed. I shall meet Him as a Person Crowned and seated on His throne, And behold a Blessed Ransom Found in Him and Him alone. Present pleasures prove vexation,— Earthly treasures vanity,— But the waters of salvation Satisfy and sanctify. Oh to live and die esteeming Temporalities as dross, And arise through the Redeeming Blood of Him Who bore my cross! HYMN XII. “_Jesus Christ_, _and Him crucified_.” 1 COR. ii, 2. “Nis dichon byd â’i holl deganau” ALL the world, its pomp and pleasure, Fail to mesmerise my mind; But I realise a treasure In The Saviour of mankind. He alone, and not another, Could atone for me, and He Cleaveth closer than a brother In the last extremity. O to live in Him abiding Every time I draw my breath, And to sleep in Him confiding When my soul departs in death! Why should I disdain to carry Patiently my cross, when He Died upon a sanguinary Tree on Calvary for me? HYMN XIII. “_A cloud received Him out of their sight_.” ACTS i., 9. “Pan esgynodd yr hwn ddisgynodd,” When Immanuel had ended His atoning work of love, And had in a cloud ascended Into His abode above, Heaven’s expanding portals owned Him, And His Father, midst a grand Symphony of praise, enthroned Him Royally at His Right Hand. HYMN XIV. “_The fellowship of His sufferings_” PHIL. iii, 10. “Digon mewn llifeiriant dyfroedd,” IN the depth of tribulation, Midst temptation’s hottest fire, My Redeemer’s consolation Answers all my heart’s desire. In the desert dreading danger And my covert enemy, Faith reminds me of the manger And the tree of Calvary. When by Satan sorely tempted To make earthly gain my goal, Then, unless by grace prevented, I am periling my soul. O for help to keep attending To the covenant of God, And to fall asleep depending On My Saviour’s precious Blood! Lord, I come to Thee regretting Not my mortal malady Half so much as my besetting Sin of self-sufficiency. When I bow before Thy table, Brighten Thou my sight to see In Thy Rite The Veritable Lamb of God Who died for me. HYMN XV. “_He is altogether lovely_.” THE SONG OF SONGS, v. 16. “Wele’n sefyll rhwng y myrtwydd”