MANIFEST among the myrtles Stands The Saviour of mankind, Though as yet a mist encircles Us, and we be weak and blind. Speed the dawning of the morning When the mist shall melt away! Chief among ten thousand thousand, My Beloved, white and ruddy, Rose of Sharon, fair and fragrant, Lovely Lily of the valley, Friend unfailing of the ailing, Author of unending day. Wherefore care to credit dreamers’ Mazy Mariolatry, When aware of One Redeemer’s Infinite ability, And His graciousness and quenchless Love for lost humanity? HYMN XVI. “_Being confident of this very thing_,” PHILIP i. 6. “O! Arglwydd Dduw rhagluniaeth,” O God of Providence And consolation, Thou, Whose omnipotence Controls creation, Enable me to stand In tribulation Awaiting at Thine Hand Emancipation. Assist my soul to see What angels try to trace,— The Gospel Harmony,— Love, Fellowship and Grace,— Godhead and Manhood met, Mysteriously One, In Him who paid my debt,— Thy Well-beloved Son. My sinful soul arise, Shake off thy lethargy, Awake and realise The Ransom wrought for thee. Trust His Divinity That could so sympathise, And His Humanity Which was The Sacrifice. Though hurricanes may blow And billows overwhelm My battered bark, I know That Thou art at the helm, My Saviour and My God! I therefore need not fear The swelling of the flood Of sin with Thee so near. HYMN XVII. “_Preach the Gospel to the whole creation_.” S. MARK xvi. 15. “Iehofah yw, yn un â’i enw pur,” JEHOVAH, the Creator’s Holy Name, Continues everlastingly the same. Ye nations, own and throne Him as The Lord, And read with reverence His Living Word. Ye pioneers of peace, proclaim the love Of Him Who came to save us from above: Ye Hottentots and Indians, hear His voice, Come fearing, and hearing, rejoice. HYMN XVIII. “_And he shall be like a tree planted by streams of water_.” PS. i. 3. “Gwna fi fel pren planedig, O! fy Nuw,” MAKE me, My God, like some transplanted tree By living waters thriving healthily, Deep-rooted, evergreen, and gratefully Producing fruit acceptable to Thee. Make me, beneath the shadow of Thy wings, Superior to sublunary things,— Yea, like a dew-besprinkled olive tree Of Thine own choosing yielding well to Thee. In one high noon of one eternal day, Within Thine home, before Thy throne I pray. That I may bear a palm and wear a crown Prepared for me by Him of great renown. HYMN XIX. “_There remaineth therefore a Sabbath rest for the people of God_.” HEB. iv. 9.