HYMN XXXIV.
G. R. G. (George Richard Gould) Pughe translation
“Be still, and know that I am God.” Ps. xlvi, 10.
“Dyfais fawr tragwyddol gariad,”
Full and undeserved salvation Founded on Eternal Love Has been won for every nation,— Peace on earth and bliss above. On God’s covenant depending, Howsoever storms may rage, I am safe, for He attending Will protect my pilgrimage.
What if health be frail and fleeting,— Heart and flesh together quail,— And the pulse of life cease beating? God’s compassions never fail. Oh! how fraught with consolation Is this thought to every one Who commits his soul’s salvation To the merits of His Son!
The commandments I have pondered Over; Christ in agony have seen by faith and wondered At the tree of Calvary; And if my peregrination Through this earth be frequently But a path of perturbation It betokens victory.
Things that seem to teem with sadness, Darkness, bitterness and fear, Shall be swallowed up in gladness When the glory shall appear. Looking upwards at the haven Where my soul aspires to be I behold prepared in heaven An inheritance for me.
Indistinct, and distant glimpses Only come within my sight: But these glimpses thrill my senses With ineffable delight: While the promise of Salvation Purchased by Immanuel’s Blood Gives my spirit Consolation, Courage, and The Peace of God.
Fondly feeling that, surviving Every tempest’s angry swell, I was happily arriving At the goal where I would dwell, My glad soul exclaimed, O Father, Have I come to be with Thee, Safe eternally from further Anguish and anxiety?
“Hush, my child, be calm and quiet; Recollect that I am God: Nothing can withstand the fiat Of My All-commanding Nod: Though thy ghostly foe be railing, Know that I am on thy side, And, although thy strength be failing, I, Thy Guide, will still provide.”
This contents my soul: The Giver Of all good, My Loving Lord, Is Almighty to deliver, And, depending on His Word, Underneath the safe protection Of the shadow of His Wings, I have less and less affection For earth’s evanescent things.
Suffering with resignation All the trials of to-day, In composed anticipation, Come, or go, whatever may, I await the promised vision Of God’s Face in Righteousness And the perfected fruition Of His Grace and Holiness.
Nature, at the contemplation Of The Godhead, faints with fear, And, distraught with consternation, Dreads the thought that God is near. O for grace to bear the vision Of Jehovah’s Majesty, And to share in the fruition Of an endless Jubilee!