“He who was manifested in the flesh.” 1 Tim. III. 16.

“Dyma babell y cyfarfod,”

Thy Pavilion’s One Foundation,
Fortress for the fugitive,
In Thy Blood we see salvation,
Jesu, through Thy Death we live.
At Thy footstool humbly bending
Only can we be forgiven,
On Thy Righteousness depending
Only have we hope of Heaven.

Prior to this earth’s creation
Man’s redemption was ordained,—
By Thy predetermination
Long lost Eden was regained.
Undeserved regeneration,
Blissful immortality,
Pardon, peace, purification,—
All are offered, Lord, by Thee.

Victim of the foul deceiver,
Faint at heart and travel stained,
Recognise in Thy Redeemer
More than Paradise regained.
Faithfulness is what the golden
Girdle of Thy God displays,
This memento should embolden
Every penitent who prays.

O the fulness of Salvation!
Merciful, mysterious plan!
When the God of all creation
Dignified the dust of man,
To redeem us yearning, sighing,
Pleading, bleeding on the tree,
And in dying verifying
Promise, type and prophecy.

Lowly born to be The Brother
Of the powerless and poor,
To unite us to each other
And invite us to be pure,
With one touch The Famed Physician
Healed the blotch of leprosy,
For His voluntary mission
Was to free humanity.

Ark of Refuge, Rock Eternal,
Balm beside the dying bed,
Tree of Life for ever vernal,
Fountain to revive the dead,
One with us, our pardon pleading,
One with God, He grants the plea,
While His Spirit interceding
Certifies His victory.