“_And he shall be like a tree planted by streams of water_.” PS. i.
3.
“Gwna fi fel pren planedig, O! fy Nuw,”
MAKE me, My God, like some transplanted tree
By living waters thriving healthily,
Deep-rooted, evergreen, and gratefully
Producing fruit acceptable to Thee.
Make me, beneath the shadow of Thy wings,
Superior to sublunary things,—
Yea, like a dew-besprinkled olive tree
Of Thine own choosing yielding well to Thee.
In one high noon of one eternal day,
Within Thine home, before Thy throne I pray.
That I may bear a palm and wear a crown
Prepared for me by Him of great renown.