HYMN XXI.
G. R. G. (George Richard Gould) Pughe translation
“Behold, I have set before thee a door opened, which none can shut” Rev. iii, 8.
“O’m blaen mi welaf ddrws agored,”
Strait, yet open wide before me, Stands a door by which the blest, Through The Blood of My Redeemer, Enter into endless rest. From the devil and his angels Jesus died to rescue me, Crucified in shame and anguish On the tree of Calvary.
O for grace to be submissive And attentive to His Word,— Grace to cast the galling burden Of the past upon The Lord,— Grace to pay my vows whenever I have vowed unto The Lord,— Grace to sway the sword of safety, Ever His Eternal Word!
Human life, in all its stages, Meets with many enemies, Satan’s evil emissaries Compassing about like bees, Some within my mind are tempting My dull soul to doubt My God; Help me, Gracious Lord, to rout them, Trusting to Thy Precious Blood.
To a sorrow stricken sinner It is comforting to read That My God is My Redeemer Ever nigh in time of need. When the veil is rent asunder, Oh! how blessed will it be To behold The Same Redeemer Still My Own eternally.