HYMN XXXII.
G. R. G. (George Richard Gould) Pughe translation
“Knowing that the putting off of my tabernacle cometh swiftly.” 2 S. Peter i. 14.
“Rwy’n cael arwyddion amlwg”
How many intimations Have I that I must go Away from my relations And neighbours here below! Promoted from the army On earth, I trust to rise To where no foe can harm me,— The rest of Paradise.
Though temporal affliction Has laid my body low, Contrition and conviction Of sin have made me know That My Redeemer liveth, And that He soon shall stand To bless, when He receiveth His own at His Right Hand.
I thus with resignation Anticipate the grave, Confiding my salvation To Him Who died to save. I hope to rise with gladness At the dread trumpet’s sound, And see Him Whom in sadness I have always found.
More wondrous revelations Shall at that sound be made Than when the first foundations Of heaven and earth were laid— Before the malediction Is uttered from the throne Shall come the benediction When Christ shall own His own.
Yet, midst the jubilation That shall abound among The saved of every nation In one resounding song, By far the most amazing Surprise to me will be Myself in rapture gazing On Him Who died for me.