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Poems From the Soul

Twelve of the Great Hymns of Wales

An exploration of Wales’s deep connections to music through one specific style: the hymn.

Even as many in the modern world draw away from organized religion, the great hymns of our time persist: we turn to them at weddings and funerals, at rugby matches, and in pubs.
 
Bringing together twelve of Wales’s best-loved hymns from the eighteenth to the twentieth century, Poems from the Soul reveals the heart and soul of a people’s poetry. These are the poems of ordinary folk—blacksmiths, farmers, and preachers—and they played a vital role in the creation of the Welsh people. Ranging from the visionary intensity of Ann Griffiths to the striking biblical imagery of Wales’s unofficial national anthem “Guide Me, O Thou Great Redeemer,” in every hymn a single, singular voice sings out, loud and strong with fear, hope, ecstasy, or anxiety.
 
With original illustrations by Ruth Jên Evans throughout, this collection offers insights into the making of a modern nation and demonstrates the transformative power of voices raised in song.

112 pages | 13 halftones | 5.08 x 7.8 | © 2024

History: British and Irish History

Poetry

Religion: Christianity


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Reviews

"This book feels like introductory love-letters from a doyen of the Welsh literary scene. . . What this book has shown is that hymns not only ‘persist in hanging around’, but that they come from remarkable spaces."

Nation.Cymru

Table of Contents

Prefatory Note
Dyma gariad fel y moroedd (Here is love that’s vast as oceans)
My bod yn fyw o fawr ryfeddod (To be alive is sheer wonder)
Er mai cwbwl groes i natur (Although contrary to nature)
Guide me, O Thou great Redeemer
Anweledig! ’rwy’n dy garu (Great unseen, how much I love you)
Rwy’n edrych dros y bryniau pell (I peer o’er the distant hills)
Dros bechadur buost farw (For a sinner were you tortured)
Dyma gariad pwy a’i traetha? (Here is love beyond expression)
Wrth gofio’i riddfannau’n yr ardd (His groans I recall, among trees)
Calon lân (A pure heart)
Tydi, a roddaist liw i’r wawr (O you, who gave to dawn its hue)
O Dduw, a roddaist gyn (O God, who once did place)
Acknowledgements

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