XXXIV. JUBILEE.

Dysgwyl 'rwyf ar hyd yr hir nos

8,7,8,7,4,7

I am through the lone night waiting,

For the dawning of the day,

When my prison door is opened,

When my fetters fall away.

O come quickly,

Happy day of Jubilee !

Let me still be meekly wakeful,

Trusting that to all my woes,

By thy mighty hand, Redeemer,

Shall be given a speedy close:

Keep me watching,

For the joyful Jubilee.