Not the Quantity of Faith... (Welsh)

It is not the quantity of thy faith that shall save thee. A drop of water is as true water as the whole ocean. So a little faith is as true faith as the greatest. A child eight days old is as really a man as one of sixty years; a spark of fire is as true fire as a great flame; a sickly man is as truly living as a healthy man. So it is not the measure of thy faith that saves thee – it is the blood that it grips to that saves thee. As the weak hand of a child, that leads the spoon to the mouth, will feed it as well as the strong arm of a man; for it is not the hand that feeds thee – albeit, it puts the meat into thy mouth, but it is the meat carried into thy stomach that feeds thee. So if thou canst grip Christ ever so weakly, he will not let thee perish. The weakest hands take a gift as well as the strongest. Now, Christ is this gift, and weak faith may grip him as well as strong faith, and Christ is as truly thine when thou hast weak faith, as when thou hast come to those triumphant joys through the strength of faith.

Welsh

Mercy is Welcome News Indeed (Hymn by J. Hart)

Mercy is welcome news indeed

To those that guilty stand;

Wretches, that feel what help they need,

Will bless the helping hand.



We all have sinned against our God,

Exception none can boast;

But he that feels the heaviest load

Will prize forgiveness most.



No reckoning can we rightly keep,

For who the sums can know?

Some souls are fifty pieces deep,

And some five hundred owe.



But let our debts be what they may,

However great or small,

As soon as we have naught to pay,

Our Lord forgives us all.



'Tis perfect poverty alone

That sets the soul at large;

While we can call one mite our own,

We have no full discharge.

Joseph Hart – 1759