Methinks that were my feet released
From these afflicting chains,
I would but sing of Calvary,
Nor think of all my pains.
I long for thy divine abode,
Where sinless myriads dwell,
Who ceaseless sing thy boundless love,
And all thy glories tell.
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My soul's delight I will proclaim,
O! Jesus 'tis thy face;
Each letter of thy holy name,
Is full of life and grace.
Beneath thy wing, thou Saviour meek,
I would for ever be;
No other pleasure vainly seek,
My God, than loving thee.
Thy strength alone supports each day
My footsteps, lest I fall;
And thy salvation is my stay,
My joy, my song, my all.
Than combs of honey sweeter is
Thy favour to enjoy;
In life, in death, no joy than this
Will last without alloy.
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Angelic throngs unnumbered,
As dawn's bright drops of dew,
Present their crowns before Him
With praises ever new;
But saints and angels blending
Their songs above the sun,
Can ne'er express the glories
Of God with man made one.
* * * * *
Direct unto my God,
With speed, my cry ascend;
Present to Him this urgent plea:--
"In mercy, Lord, attend!
Fulfil thy gracious word,
To bring me to thy rest;
In Salem soon my place prepare,
And make me ever blest!"
Down in a vale of tears,
Where dwelt my Christ I mourn,
And in the conflict with my foes,
My tender heart is torn;
O heal each bleeding wound,
With thy life-giving tree;
In Salem, Lord, above the strife,
A place prepare for me!"
TRANSLATIONS FROM MISCELLANEOUS WELSH HYMNS.
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