ighty waters
No one will support my head
But my Saviour, my Beloved,
Who was stricken in my stead.
In the cold and mortal river
He would hold my head above;
I shall through the waves go singing
For one look of Him I love.

Apparently the sentiment and substantially the expression of this humble
hymn became the burden of more than one Christian lay. Altered and
blended with a modern gospel hymn, it was sung at the crowded meetings
of 1904 to Robert Lowry's air of "Jesus Only," and often rendered very
impressively as a solo by a sweet female voice.

In the deep and mighty waters
There is none to hold my head
But my loving Bridegroom, Jesus,
Who upon the cross hath bled.

If I've Jesus, Jesus only
Then my sky will have a gem
He's the Sun of brightest splendor,
He's the Star of Bethlehem.

He's the Friend in Death's dark river,
He will lift me o'er the waves,
I will sing in the deep waters
If I only see His face.
If I've Jesus, Jesus only, etc.

A few of the revival tunes have living authors and are of recent date;
and the minor harmony of "Ebenezer" (marked "Ton Y Botel"), which was
copied in this country by the New York _Examiner_, with its hymn, is
apparently a contemporary piece. It was first sung at Bethany Chapel,
Cardiff, Jan, 8, 1905, the hymn bearing the name of Rev. W.E. Winks.

Send Thy Spirit, I beseech Thee,
Gracious Lord, send while I pray;
Send the Comforter to teach me,
Guide me, help me in Thy way.
Sinful, wretched, I have wandered
Far from Thee in darkest night,
Precious time and talents squandered,
Lead, O lead me into light.

Thou hast heard me; light is breaking--
Light I never saw before.
Now, my soul with joy awaking,
Gropes in fearful gloom no more:
O the bliss! my soul, declare it;
Say what God hath done for thee;
Tell it out, let others share it--
Christ's salvation, full and free.

One cannot help noticing the fondness of the Welsh for the 7-6, 8-7, and
8-7-4 metres. These are favorites since they lend themselves so
naturally to the rhythms of their national music--though their newest
hymnals by no means exclude exotic lyrics and melodies. Even "O mother
dear, Jerusalem," one of the echoes of Bernard of Cluny's great hymn, is
cherished in their tongue (_O, Frynian Caerselem_) among the favorites
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