Lyrics sung to the
melody of Cwm Rhondda

Ann Griffiths 1776 – 1805

Lo, between the myrtles standing,
One who merits well my love,
Though His worth I guess but dimly,
High all earthly things above;
Happy morning! Happy morning!
When at last I see Him clear!
When at last I see Him clear!

Rose of Sharon, so men name Him;
White and red his cheeks adorn;
Store untold of earthly treasure
Will His merit put to scorn
Friend of sinners! Friend of sinners!
He their pilot o’er the deep
He their pilot o’er the deep

What can weigh with me henceforward
All the idols of the earth?
One and all I here proclaim them,
Matched with Jesus, nothing worth;
O to rest me! O to rest me!
All my lifetime in His Love!
All my lifetime in His Love!

Peter Williams 1723 – 1796

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim, through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy pow'rful hand:
Bread of Heaven, bread of Heaven
Feed me now and evermore;
Feed me now and evermore;

Open Thou the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through;
Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield;
Be thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell’s destruction
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee;
I will ever give to thee.

Cwm Rhondda

Guide Me, O Thou Great Redeemer
Guide me, O Thou great Redeemer,
Pilgrim through this barren land. 
I am weak, but Thou art mighty; 
Hold me with Thy powerful hand. 
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven, 
Feed me now and evermore
Feed me now and evermore
Open now the crystal fountain, 
Where the living waters flow; 
Let the river of salvation, 
Follow all the desert through. 
Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer, 
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield; 
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield. 
Lord, I trust Thy mighty power, 
Wondrous are Thy works of old; 
Thou deliver’st Thine from thraldom, 
Who for nought themselves had sold: 
Thou didst conquer, Thou didst conquer, 
Sin, and Satan and the grave, 
Sin, and Satan and the grave. 
When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
Bid my anxious fears subside; 
Death of death and hell’s destruction, 
Land me safe on Canaan’s side. 
Songs of praises, songs of praises, 
I will ever give to Thee; 
I will ever give to Thee. 
Musing on my habitation, 
Musing on my heav’nly home, 
Fills my soul with holy longings: 
Come, my Jesus, quickly come; 
Vanity is all I see; 
Lord, I long to be with Thee! 
Lord, I long to be with Thee!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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