The closing hymn of the book is by Mr. BENJAMIN DAVIES (Tafolog). 'Unto Him' (Iddo Ef) has become a separate phrase in the language of Welsh devotion:
| Through the eternal blue The circling worlds renew Their joyful hymn: They sing in mighty chord, Like mountain floods outpoured-- 'Not unto us, O Lord, But--Unto Him!' | | Great winds and waves unite With thunders to recite The choral theme: The pleasant whispering rill, The voice of torrent shrill, The storm from hill to hill, Sing--'Unto Him!' | | 152 The winged quires of Spring Make all the woodlands ring With grateful hymn: Each leafy bush ablaze Its altar doth upraise, For festivals of praise Held 'unto Him.' | | Soul! would'st thou turn aside This praise to thine own pride, Making it dim? The song of self in thee Would break the harmony Which floweth fall and free, All--'Unto Him.' | | Like some frail shower-drop, Losing itself in hope To find the sea,-- Let charity's sweet reign Grant me the sacred gain, To lose, and still retain Myself in Thee. | | Myself no more I know By Jesu's cup of woe, Filled to the brim: Dying beside God's rood, Beneath the tears and blood, Is life's beatitude, Sealed 'unto Him.' | | 153 If Jesus sowed in tears The harvest of the years, When days were dim; One day shall stand revealed His golden harvest-field, And all the worlds shall yield, Praise--unto Him. | |