Iesu ydyw fy Nghreawdwr

8,7,8,7,8,7,8,7

Jesus Christ is my Creator, --

He formed sea and earth and air;

Nature's pillars stand unshaken

On his power and constant care.

By his fingers for a dwelling

Was heaven's vault sublime upreared:

Jesus suffered when to save us

He as man on earth appeared.

Lofty Angels! God-like spirits,

Clad in robes of living light':

He who gave you all your glories,

Him you worship day and night,

Made his tent in human nature

That in Him should man confide:

Your Delight, your Source, and Centre

Died -- for man a Ransom died.

Vast encircling Space! whose confines

Stretch beyond creation's pole!

Worlds of magnitude appalling

In thee unobstructed roll:

He in whom thou art containèd,

Spread at first and peopled thee,

Lay, an infant, in the manger,

Died, a man, upon the tree.

Countless Stars! through darkness peering;

Silent sentinels of night!

Worlds are ye of radiant brightness --

Points to feeble human sight:

He who spake and ye were kindled,

And will be, when ye grow dim,

Sun of souls, and Noon of heaven --

Grief and death enshrouded HIM.

Planets! with the Earth concentric,

Speeding on your trackless ways, --

Speeding in unbroken order

From your distant primal days!

He whose arm put you in motion --

Who your orbits vast designed,

Here was born a helpless infant,

Here for sin his life resigned.

Sun! the unexhausted fountain,

Whence flow warmth and genial light,

By whom Day to us is given

Loaded with untold delight!

He who hath with glory charged thee

That we may not rudely gaze,

Was on Calvary obscured --

Well thou dark'nedst with amaze.

Moon! who star-attended glidest

Through the sky with queenly grace;

Shining now in placid splendour,

Veiling now with clouds thy face:

He who hides thee -- brings light to thee

From that sun, whose Sun is He,

Was eclipsed, -- his beams were clouded,

On the ignominious tree.

Thunder! who within thy cradle

Of the sable cloud dost rock:

Rolling through expanse of heaven,

Shaking earth with fearful shock!

He who overawes the nations,

In thy mighty noise confessed,

Groaned and sighed with troubled spirit,

By our guilt and sin oppressed.

Lightning wild! thy child the Thunder,

Thou dost wrap the world in fire:

Sodom perished by thee stricken,

Doomed by Heaven's long-slumbering ire.

He who formed thee -- could command thee

Earth to cleanse and man to slay,

Gave Himself an expiation --

Saved by death from Death his prey.

Tempests! who disclose the caverns,

Dungeons drear beneath the seas,

Toying with the proudest navies,

Hurling down the giant trees:

He who curbs your wildest fury,

Calms you like to infant's breath,

As a lamb Himself surrendered,

Bowed his reverend head in death!

Peer of Angels! space outreaching.

Stars, sun, moon, thy grandeur show;

Thunder, lightning, earthquake, tempest,

Less in might sublime than THOU!

For thy welfare, haughty Rebel,

Thee from error back to bring,

Jesus meekly bore thine insults:

Weep -- repent -- believe -- and sing!