lcome at their altars and
firesides. The most cherished and oftenest chosen hymns were those of
William Williams and Ann Griffiths, of Charles Wesley, of Isaac
Watts--indeed the very tongues of fire that appeared at Jerusalem took
on the Cymric speech, and sang the burning lyrics of the poet-saints.
And in their revival joy Calvinistic Wales sang the New Testament with
more of its Johannic than of its Pauline texts. The covenant of
peace--Christ and His Cross--is the theme of all their hymns.

"HERE BEHOLD THE TENT OF MEETING."

_Dyma Babell y cyfarfod._

This hymn, written by Ann Griffiths, is entitled "Love Eternal," and
praises the Divine plan to satisfy the Law and at the same time save the
sinner. The first stanza gives an idea of the thought:

Here behold the tent of meeting,
In the blood a peace with heaven,
Refuge from the blood-avengers,
For the sick a Healer given.
Here the sinner nestles safely
At the very Throne divine,
And Heaven's righteous law, all holy.
Still on him shall smile and shine.

"HOW SWEET THE COVENANT TO REMEMBER."

_Bydd melus gofio y cyfammod._

This, entitled "Mysteries of Grace," is also from the pen of Ann
Griffiths. It has the literalness noticeable in much of the Welsh
religious poetry, and there is a note of pietism in it. The two last
stanzas are these:

He is the great Propitiation
Who with the thieves that anguish bare;
He nerved the arms of His tormentors
To drive the nails that fixed Him there.
While He discharged the sinner's ransom,
And made the Law in honor be,
Righteousness shone undimmed, resplendent,
And me the Covenant set free.

My soul, behold Him laid so lowly,
Of peace the Fount, of Kings the Head,
The vast creation in Him moving
And He low-lying with the dead!
The Life and portion of lost sinners,
The marvel of heaven's seraphim,
To sea and land the God Incarnate
The choir of heaven cries, "Unto Him!"

Ann Griffiths' earliest hymn will be called her sweetest. Fortunately,
too, it is more poetically translated. It was before the vivid
consciousness and intensity of her religious experience had given her
spiritual writings a more involved and mystical expression.

My soul, behold the fitness
Of this great Son of God,
Trust Him for life eternal
And cast on Him thy load,
A man--touched with the pity