O summer of holiness, hasten along! The purpose of glory is constant and strong; The winter will vanish, the clouds pass away; O South wind of Heaven, breath softly today! Of the almost countless hymns that voiced the spirit of the great revival, the nine following are selected because they are representative, and all favorites--and because there is no room for a larger number. The first line of each is given in the original Welsh: "DWY ADEN COLOMEN PE CAWN." O had I the wings of a dove How soon would I wander away To gaze from Mount Nebo I'd love On realms that are fairer than day. My vision, not clouded nor dim, Beyond the dark river should run; I'd sing, with my thoughts upon Him, The sinless, the crucified one. This is another of Thomas Williams' hymns. One of the tunes suitable to its feeling and its measure was "Edom," by Thomas Evans. It was much sung in 1859, as well as in 1904. "CAELBOD YN FORSEC DAN YR IAN." Early to bear the yoke excels By far the joy in sin that dwells; The paths of wisdom still are found In peace and solace to abound. The young who serve Him here below The wrath to come shall never know; Of such in heaven are pearls that shine Unnumbered in the crown divine. Written for children and youth by Rev. Thomas Jones, of Denbigh, born 1756; died 1820,--a Calvinistic Methodist preacher, author of a biography of Thomas Charles of Bala, and various theological works. "DYMA GARIAD FEL Y MOROEDD, TOSTURIASTHAN FEL Y LLI." Love unfathomed as the ocean Mercies boundless as the wave! Lo the King of Life, the guiltless, Dies my guilty soul to save; Who can choose but think upon it, Who can choose but praise and sing? Here is love, while heaven endureth, Nought can to oblivion bring. This is called "The great Welsh love-song." It was written by Rev. William Rees, D.D., eminent as a preacher, poet, politician and essayist. One of the greatest names of nineteenth century Wales. He died in 1883. The tune, "Cwynfan Prydian," sung to this hymn is one of the old Welsh minors that would sound almost weird to our ears, but Welsh voices can sing with strange sweetness the Saviour's passion on which Christian hearts of that nation love so well to dwell, and the shadow of it, with His love shining through, creates the paradox of a joyful lament in many of their chorals. We cannot imitate it. "RHYFEDDODAU DYDD YR ADGYFODIDD." Unnumbered are the marvels The Last Great Day shall see, With earth's poor storm-tossed children From tribulation free, All in their shining raiment Transfigured, bright and brave, Like to their Lord ascending In triumph from the grave. The author of this Easter hymn is unknown.