licting chains,
I would but sing of Calvary,
Nor think of all my pains.

I long for thy divine abode,
Where sinless myriads dwell,
Who ceaseless sing thy boundless love,
And all thy glories tell.

* * * * *

My soul's delight I will proclaim,
O! Jesus 'tis thy face;
Each letter of thy holy name,
Is full of life and grace.

Beneath thy wing, thou Saviour meek,
I would for ever be;
No other pleasure vainly seek,
My God, than loving thee.

Thy strength alone supports each day
My footsteps, lest I fall;
And thy salvation is my stay,
My joy, my song, my all.

Than combs of honey sweeter is
Thy favour to enjoy;
In life, in death, no joy than this
Will last without alloy.

* * * * *

Angelic throngs unnumbered,
As dawn's bright drops of dew,
Present their crowns before Him
With praises ever new;
But saints and angels blending
Their songs above the sun,
Can ne'er express the glories
Of God with man made one.

* * * * *

Direct unto my God,
With speed, my cry ascend;
Present to Him this urgent plea:--
"In mercy, Lord, attend!
Fulfil thy gracious word,
To bring me to thy rest;
In Salem soon my place prepare,
And make me ever blest!"

Down in a vale of tears,
Where dwelt my Christ I mourn,
And in the conflict with my foes,
My tender heart is torn;
O heal each bleeding wound,
With thy life-giving tree;
In Salem, Lord, above the strife,
A place prepare for me!"

TRANSLATIONS FROM MISCELLANEOUS WELSH HYMNS.

Had I but the wings of a dove,
To regions afar I'd repair,
To Nebo's high summit would rove,
And look on a country more fair;
My eyes gazing over the flood,
I'd spend the remainder of life
Beholding the Saviour so good,
Who for sinners expired in strife.

* * * * *

Once I steered through the billows,
On a dark, relentless night,
Stripped of sail--the surge so heinous,
And no refuge within sight.
Strength and skill alike were ended,
Nought, but sinking in the tide,
While amid the gloom appeared
Bethlehem's star to be my guide.

* * * * *

Of all the ancient race,
Not one be left behind,
But each, impell'd by secret grace,
His way to Canaan find.

Rebuilt by His command,
Jerusalem shall rise;
Her temple on Moriah stand
Again, and touch the skies.

Send then thy servants forth,
To call the Hebrews home;
From east and west, and south and n