Favourite Welsh Hymns Translated into English

[1]The principle adopted in the preparation of this Work may be aptly expressed, with slight modifications, in the language of a late Translator of Horace: "I [have endeavoured] to give not only the exact sense, but also the manner, the spirit, and [generally] the numbers of the original; while I have also aimed at giving [the] performance the freedom and ease of native compositions in [the English] language."--Preface to "Arundines Devae;" by a Scotch Physician: Edin.

GENERAL CLASSIFICATION OF CONTENTS.

I. Jesus page 1-10. II. The Soul 10-24. III. The Church 24-27. IV. Death 27-29. V. Judgement 29-31. VI. Heaven 31-35.

... It has been endeavoured in the following pages so to develop and unite these several Themes as to present the unity of Anthems, as it were, in an Anthem.

FAVOURITE WELSH HYMNS.

JESUS.

PRELUDE.

I would sing Thy love, my Saviour, O, how can I silent be! Though more sweetly, more sublimely Many touch the chords to Thee. In thy mercy in abundance, Not a stream but boundless main: Let me but rehearse the riches JESUS doth for worlds contain!

I. EARTH'S CROWN.

Thorns had the Saviour of mankind His only Crown while here below: Could Earth no other garland find With which to deck his holy brow?

Was he a King? yea; to his throne Heaven, Earth, and Hell allegiance owe; Nor glory his, nor power alone,-- What heart such depths of grief can know?

Should Earth, dear Lord, crown me with thorns, Give strength to glory in the shame; To feel that every thing adorns My brow, if Jesus wore the same.

I now behold Him on a seat Of majesty o'er angels raised; The crowns of heaven laid at his feet, His Holy Name by myriads praised.

And, Lord, among the crowns which heaven Adoring, at thy footstool lays, By contrite Earth may soon be given A chaplet--not of shame, but praise.

For Thou hast crownèd her with flowers, And, more than all, with saving love: What debt so great can be as hers; What diadem may worthy prove?

II. "BEHOLD THE MAN."

Jesus Christ is my Creator,-- He formed sea and earth and air; Nature's pillars stand unshaken On his power and constant care. By his fingers for a dwelling Was heaven's vault sublime upreared: Jesus suffered when to save us He as man on earth appeared.

Lofty Angels! God-like spirits, Clad in robes of 'living light': He who gave you all your glories, Him you worship day and night, Made his tent in human nature That in Him should man confide: Your Delight, your Source, and Centre Died--for man a Ransom died.

Vast encircling Space! whose confines Stretch beyond creation's pole! Worlds of magnitude appalling In thee unobstructed roll: He in whom thou art containèd, Spread at first and peopled thee, Lay, an infant, in the manger, Died, a man, upon the tree.

Countless Stars! through darkness peering; Silent sentinels of night! Worlds are ye of radiant brightness-- Points to feeble human sight: He who spake and ye were kindled, And will be, when ye grow dim, Sun of souls, and Noon of heaven-- Grief and death enshrouded HIM.

Planets! with the Earth concentric, Speeding on your trackless ways,-- Speeding in unbroken order From your distant primal days! He whose arm put you in motion-- Who your orbits vast designed, Here was born a helpless infant, Here for sin his life resigned.

Sun! the unexhausted fountain, Whence flow warmth and genial light, By whom Day to us is given Loaded with untold delight! He who hath with glory charged thee That we may not rudely gaze, Was on Calvary obscured-- Well thou dark'nedst with amaze.

Moon! who star-attended glidest Through the sky with queenly grace; Shining now in placid splendour, Veiling now with clouds thy face: He who hides thee--brings light to thee From that sun, whose Sun is He, Was eclipsed,--his beams were clouded, On the ignominious tree.

Thunder! who within thy cradle Of the sable cloud dost rock: Rolling through expanse of heaven, Shaking earth with fearful shock! He who overawes the nations, In thy mighty noise confessed, Groaned and sighed with troubled spirit, By our guilt and sin oppressed.

Lightning wild! thy child the Thunder, Thou dost wrap the world in fire: Sodom perished by thee stricken, Doomed by Heaven's long-slumbering ire. He who formed thee--could command thee Earth to cleanse and man to slay, Gave Himself an expiation-- Saved by death from Death his prey.

Tempests! who disclose the caverns, Dungeons drear beneath the seas, Toying with the proudest navies, Hurling down the giant trees: He who curbs your wildest fury, Calms you like to infant's breath, As a lamb Himself surrendered, Bowed his reverend head in death!

Peer of Angels! space outreaching. Stars, sun, moon, thy grandeur show; Thunder, lightning, earthquake, tempest, Less in might sublime than THOU! For thy welfare, haughty Rebel, Thee from error back to bring, Jesus meekly bore thine insults: Weep--repent--believe--and sing!

III. THE CONQUEROR.

From Edom whom see I returned More beauteous than break of the dawn? The foes He hath conquered and spurned Who proudly against Him were drawn. With blood his fair raiment is dyed, How sharp are his arrows and sword: The fame of his prowess be wide, His name through the world be adored!

IV. LOSS AND GAIN.

In Eden--Memory e'er will tell, How honours thick as dew that fell Were lost: alas, man's crown! On Calvary, did Mercy bring More lofty honours--I will sing The Victor's high renown.

V. "CHRIST AND HIM CRUCIFIED."

Rough our way and dark the night, Strong our foes but small our might, Prone to droop our faithless mind, Life before, but death behind: Sing we as we journey on, --"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"[2]

Friends are few nor can they heal Sorrows which we deepest feel; And when needed most forsake: Unto Jesus we'll betake, Breathing oft, while toiling on, --"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

When of every joy bereft, Nought but broken idols left, Lone we lie upon the earth, Strangers long to thought of mirth; Then we'll sigh though weeping on, --"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

Bleeds our heart the world to see, Chained by guilt in misery; We would heal our brother's woes, Break his fetters, bind his foes: We will cry, while passing on, --"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

When our Home shall shine in sight, When our fears are lost in light, When we hear the summons given, "Bring my way-worn ones to heaven!" We will shout, while wafted on, --"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

In that perfect world above,-- Perfect light and perfect love, At HIS feet our crowns we'll cast, And while heaven itself shall last, Swell the anthem ever on, --"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"