A raid i gystudd garw'r groes 8,8,8,8,8,8 And must the cross attend my way, And load my spirit night and day? Lord, if it must, make me content: Help me to keep the end in view, And sing through fire and water too, Until my span of life be spent. Oft I recall thy faithful love -- The comfort promised from above -- The legacy Thou gavest -- peace: Impart from day to day to me That peace, that comfort, Lord, and see That with my strength my cross decrease. If to the east or west I go. None true like Him on earth I know, He makes my fainting spirit strong: If His bright face upon me shine, I can the world and self resign: My crosses then become my song. |