“He is altogether lovely.” The Song of Songs, v. 16.

“Wele’n sefyll rhwng y myrtwydd”

Manifest among the myrtles
Stands The Saviour of mankind,
Though as yet a mist encircles
Us, and we be weak and blind.
Speed the dawning of the morning
When the mist shall melt away!

Chief among ten thousand thousand,
My Beloved, white and ruddy,
Rose of Sharon, fair and fragrant,
Lovely Lily of the valley,
Friend unfailing of the ailing,
Author of unending day.

Wherefore care to credit dreamers’
Mazy Mariolatry,
When aware of One Redeemer’s
Infinite ability,
And His graciousness and quenchless
Love for lost humanity?