Longing.
Fy ngweddi dôs i'r nêf

6,6,8,6,6,6,8,6

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!"

xxx evening hymn
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