Lord, remember how Thou swearedst In Thy covenant of old To redeem, and how Thou carest For the frailest in Thy fold. Shed within us some reflection Of Thyself, The Living Word, Thou That art The Resurrection And The Everlasting Lord! HYMN XXIII. “_That ye be renewed in the Spirit of your mind_” EPHES. iv. 23. “A raid i’m sêl, oedd farwor tanllyd” IS the zeal, which, as a burning Coal within me, made me bold In old days departed, turning Into doubt, and growing cold? Pardon, Lord, my base defection, Fill my bosom with Thy love, And revive my lost affection For the things of heaven above. HYMN XXIV. “_With joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of Salvation_.” ISA. xii. 3. “Y mae dyfroedd iachawdwriaeth,” STILL salubrious as ever, Still to thirsting sinners free, Flow the waters of salvation Opened first on Calvary. Come, ye sons of fallen Adam, Wounded by the serpent’s sting, Come, and in these wondrous waters Find relief from suffering. If, when ankle deep, such waters Prove of present potency, What will be the bliss of bathing In them everlastingly? Children of the Resurrection, What will be your ecstasy When arriving sat The Fountain Head That bled on Calvary? HYMN XXV. “_That through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope_.” ROM. xv. 4. “Cofia ddilyn y medelwyr,” WHEN the sultry sun is beaming Down upon the harvest field, Dip thy morsel in the streaming Fountain at the Cross unsealed. Glean among the revelations Of God’s Oracles, and find In thy gleaning consolations Competent to calm the mind. When to mark the publication Of the Law, Mount Sinai blazed, And, amazed, the Jewish nation Gazed, and shuddered as they gazed, Under Sinai stunned with thunder Rose an altar solemnly Shadowing another Wonder Greater still on Calvary. HYMN XXVI. “_Look not upon me because I am swarthy_.” SOLOMON’S SONG, i. 6. “Nac edryched neb i gloffi,” Daughters fair of David’s city, Stare not with disdain upon Me because my face is swarthy, For, if sunburnt, it is comely As the curtains of the costly Corridors of Solomon. HYMN XXVII. “_A golden bell and a pomegranate_,” EXOD. xxviii. 34. “Mae swn y clychau ’n chwareu” THE blossoms of the pomegranates Emit enchanting smells, As, pealing through the pearly gates The melody of bells Proclaims to every sinner That pardon has been won And favour with the Father By His eternal Son.