“Be still, and know that I am God.” Ps. xlvi, 10.

“Dyfais fawr tragwyddol gariad,”

Full and undeserved salvation
Founded on Eternal Love
Has been won for every nation,—
Peace on earth and bliss above.
On God’s covenant depending,
Howsoever storms may rage,
I am safe, for He attending
Will protect my pilgrimage.

What if health be frail and fleeting,—
Heart and flesh together quail,—
And the pulse of life cease beating?
God’s compassions never fail.
Oh! how fraught with consolation
Is this thought to every one
Who commits his soul’s salvation
To the merits of His Son!

The commandments I have pondered
Over; Christ in agony
have seen by faith and wondered
At the tree of Calvary;
And if my peregrination
Through this earth be frequently
But a path of perturbation
It betokens victory.

Things that seem to teem with sadness,
Darkness, bitterness and fear,
Shall be swallowed up in gladness
When the glory shall appear.
Looking upwards at the haven
Where my soul aspires to be
I behold prepared in heaven
An inheritance for me.

Indistinct, and distant glimpses
Only come within my sight:
But these glimpses thrill my senses
With ineffable delight:
While the promise of Salvation
Purchased by Immanuel’s Blood
Gives my spirit Consolation,
Courage, and The Peace of God.

Fondly feeling that, surviving
Every tempest’s angry swell,
I was happily arriving
At the goal where I would dwell,
My glad soul exclaimed, O Father,
Have I come to be with Thee,
Safe eternally from further
Anguish and anxiety?

“Hush, my child, be calm and quiet;
Recollect that I am God:
Nothing can withstand the fiat
Of My All-commanding Nod:
Though thy ghostly foe be railing,
Know that I am on thy side,
And, although thy strength be failing,
I, Thy Guide, will still provide.”

This contents my soul: The Giver
Of all good, My Loving Lord,
Is Almighty to deliver,
And, depending on His Word,
Underneath the safe protection
Of the shadow of His Wings,
I have less and less affection
For earth’s evanescent things.

Suffering with resignation
All the trials of to-day,
In composed anticipation,
Come, or go, whatever may,
I await the promised vision
Of God’s Face in Righteousness
And the perfected fruition
Of His Grace and Holiness.

Nature, at the contemplation
Of The Godhead, faints with fear,
And, distraught with consternation,
Dreads the thought that God is near.
O for grace to bear the vision
Of Jehovah’s Majesty,
And to share in the fruition
Of an endless Jubilee!