ine,
Help me to sing that Christ is mine;
And while the theme my tongue employs
Fill Thou my soul with living joys.

Jesus is mine--surpassing thought!
Well may I set the world at nought;
Jesus is mine, O can it be
That Jesus lived and died for me?]

"DYMA GEIDWAD I R COLLEDIG."

Lo! a Saviour for the fallen,
Healer of the sick and sore,
One whose love the vilest sinners
Seeks to pardon and restore.
Praise Him, praise Him
Who has loved us evermore!

The little now known of the Rev. Morgan Rhys, author of this hymn, is
that he was a schoolmaster and preacher, and that he was a contemporary
and friend of William Williams. Several of his hymns remain in use of
which the oftenest sung is one cited above, and "_O agor fy llygaid i
weled_:"

I open my eyes to this vision,
The deeps of Thy purpose and word;
The law of Thy lips is to thousands
Of gold and of silver preferred;
When earth is consumed, and its treasure,
God's words will unchanging remain,
And to know the God-man is my Saviour
Is life everlasting to gain.

"Lo! a Saviour for the Fallen" finds an appropriate voice in W.M.
Robert's tune of "Nesta," and also, like many others of the same
measure, in the much-used minors "Llanietyn," "Catharine," and "Bryn
Calfaria."

"O SANCTEIDDIA F'ENAID ARGLWYDD."

Sanctify, O Lord, my spirit,
Every power and passion sway,
Bid Thy holy law within me
Dwell, my wearied soul to stay;
Let me never
Rove beyond Thy narrow way.

This one more hymn of William Williams is from his "Song of a Cleansed
Heart" and is amply provided with tunes, popular ones like "Tyddyn
Llwyn," "Y Delyn Aur," or "Capel-Y-Ddol" lending their deep minors to
its lines with a thrilling effect realized, perhaps, only in the land of
Taliessin and the Druids.

The singular history and inspiring cause of one old Welsh hymn which
after various mutilations and vicissitudes survives as the key-note of a
valued song of trust, seems to illustrate the Providence that will never
let a good thing be lost. It is related of the Rev. David Williams, of
Llandilo, an obscure but not entirely forgotten preacher, that he had a
termagant wife, and one stormy night, when her bickerings became
intolerable, he went out in the rain and standing by the river composed
in his mind these lines of tender faith:

In the waves and m