“Fountains of waters of life” Rev. vii., 17.

“Llwybr cwbl groes i natur”

Constantly beset with crosses
Though my present progress be,
Disappointment, pain and losses
Point my pilgrimage to Thee.
Through the trough of tribulation
Roughly runs the narrow road,
But its happy termination
Is the city of My God.

Lord! upon my faded visage
Reimprint Thy stamp, I pray,
So shall Satan from Thine image
Flee discomfited away.
Like the fragrant ointment flowing
Down the dress of Aaron
Is the blessedness of knowing
Thee through Thy Beloved Son.

Dissipate the clouds of darkness
Now enveloping Thy Face;
And irradiate with gladness
My cold heart, O God of grace!
Thy redemption, as a river,
One fell Friday flowed for me
Once for all, and once for ever,
From the crest of Calvary.

Silently, yet surely giving
Solace to humanity.
That same river, rich in living
Water, still distils for me.
It is able to completely
Wash the Ethiopian
Whiter than the snow and sweetly
Purify the publican.

Would that we, defaulting paupers,
Oftener took heed to see
That we need these healing waters
Offered thus abundantly!
O that we would live rejecting
Earth’s inanities and try
To be patiently expecting
Till redemption draweth nigh!