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A God-to daim 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,
With Thy far-reaching plan.
Whatever we becide,
Within Thy hand to hide.
What though the waves be high
The Lord of earth and sky?
Rise storm..y and dark ?
God is Hims the art.
Mrs. Ann Griffiths, of Dolwar Fechan, Monte gomeryshire, was born in 1979, and died in 1805. "She remains, "savs Dr. Parry, her fellow-country
man, "a romantic figure in the religious history of Wales. Her hymns leave upon the reader an undefinable impression both of sublimity and mysticism. Her brief life-history is most worthy of study both from a literary and a religious point of view.”
A suggestive chapter of her short earthly career is compressed in a sentence by the author of “Sweet Singers of Wales:"
“She had a Christian life of eight years and a married life of ten months.”
She died at the age of twenty-nine. In 1904, near the centennial of her death, amid the echoes of her own hymns, and the rising waves of the great Refreshing over her native land, the people of Dolwar Fechan dedicated the new “Ann Griffiths Memorial Chapel” to her name and to the glory of God
Although the Welsh were not slow to adopt the revival tones of other lands, it was the native, and what might be called the national, lyrics of that emotional race that were sung with the richest unction and hwyl (as the Cymric word is) during the recent reformation, and that evinced the strongest hold on the common heart. Needless to say that with them was the world-famous song of William Williams,
Guide me, O Thou Great Jehovah;
Arglwydd ar wain truy'r anialoch; --and that of Dr. Heber Evans,
Keep me very near to Jesus,
Though beneath His Cross it be,
'Tis the Cross that cleanseth me; —and also that native hymn of expectation, high and sweet, whose writer we have been unable to identify
The glory is coming! God said it on high,
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O South wind of Heaven, breath softly today! Of the almost countless hymns that voiced the spirit of the great revival, the nine following are selected because they are representative, and all favorites—and because there is no room for a larger number. The first line of each is given in the original Welsh:
“DWY ADEN COLOMEN PE CAWN.”
O had I the wings of a dove
How soon would I wander away
On realms that are fairer than day.
Beyond the dark river should run;
The sinless, the crucified one.