“Salvation unto our God which sitteth on the throne, and unto the Lamb.” Rev. VII. 10.

“Bydd melus cofio y cyfammod,”

Passing sweet to the reflections
Of the souls redeemed above
Are the many recollections
Of God’s covenant of Love.
Praise for perfected salvation
Through Immanuel alone
Animates their adoration
And their song before the throne.

See the Law by sinners broken
To the utmost satisfied,
When, in token, Christ had spoken,
“It is finished!” and died!
To restore man’s lost perfection,
And to disannul his doom,
He Who is The Resurrection
Condescended to the tomb.

He, to Whom His base detractors
And tormentors owed their breath,
Hung between two malefactors,
Breathed out His Soul in death.
Thus was man’s emancipation,
Pardon and salvation won
Through the deep humiliation
Of God’s Own Incarnate Son.

Ponder, O my soul, with wonder
On the gloomy cavity
And that weighty stone whereunder
Lay The Lord of Life for thee.
Join with joy the jubilation
Of the ransomed in that Hymn
Which ascribes the world’s salvation
And redemption “unto Him.”