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, For the sick a Healer given. At the very Throne divine, And Heaven's righteous law, all holy, "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 literal ness 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; To drive the nails that fixed Him there. My soul, behold Him laid so lowly, Of peace the Fount, of Kings the Head, 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 A God to claim the kingdom And vanquish every foe. This stanza, the last of her little poem on the "Eternal Fitness of Jesus," came to her when, returning from an exciting service, filled with thoughts of her unworthiness and of the glorious beauty of her Saviour, she had turned down a sheltered lane to pray alone. There on her knees in communion with God her soul felt the spirit of the sacred song. By the time she reached home she had formed it into words. The first and second stanzas, written later, are these: Great Author of salvation And providence for man, Grant us Thy strong assistance, What though the winds be angry, The Lord of earth and sky? God is Himself the ark. Mrs. Ann Griffiths, of Dolwar Fechan, Montgomeryshire, was born in 1770, and died in 1805. "She remains," says Dr. Parry, her fellow-country |