“A golden bell and a pomegranate,” Exod. xxviii. 34.

“Mae swn y clychau ’n chwareu”

The blossoms of the pomegranates
Emit enchanting smells,
As, pealing through the pearly gates
The melody of bells
Proclaims to every sinner
That pardon has been won
And favour with the Father
By His eternal Son.

Oh! may my meditation
Perpetually be
The marvellous salvation
Which He has wrought for me:
And may my whole demeanour
Be in conformity
With all that My Redeemer
Would have my life to be.