HYMN I.
G. R. G. (George Richard Gould) Pughe translation
“He who was manifested in the flesh.” 1 Tim. III. 16.
“Dyma babell y cyfarfod,”
Thy Pavilion’s One Foundation, Fortress for the fugitive, In Thy Blood we see salvation, Jesu, through Thy Death we live. At Thy footstool humbly bending Only can we be forgiven, On Thy Righteousness depending Only have we hope of Heaven.
Prior to this earth’s creation Man’s redemption was ordained,— By Thy predetermination Long lost Eden was regained. Undeserved regeneration, Blissful immortality, Pardon, peace, purification,— All are offered, Lord, by Thee.
Victim of the foul deceiver, Faint at heart and travel stained, Recognise in Thy Redeemer More than Paradise regained. Faithfulness is what the golden Girdle of Thy God displays, This memento should embolden Every penitent who prays.
O the fulness of Salvation! Merciful, mysterious plan! When the God of all creation Dignified the dust of man, To redeem us yearning, sighing, Pleading, bleeding on the tree, And in dying verifying Promise, type and prophecy.
Lowly born to be The Brother Of the powerless and poor, To unite us to each other And invite us to be pure, With one touch The Famed Physician Healed the blotch of leprosy, For His voluntary mission Was to free humanity.
Ark of Refuge, Rock Eternal, Balm beside the dying bed, Tree of Life for ever vernal, Fountain to revive the dead, One with us, our pardon pleading, One with God, He grants the plea, While His Spirit interceding Certifies His victory.