59. 

Their traction then was human force,

A team of oxen or a horse. 

The labor then was not for fun. 

Their days were long, from sun to sun. 


They lived on what they could afford, 

And daily knelt to thank their Lord

Who gave to them their daily bread. 

Their Bibles they for worship read. 


"Twas not for land their only search. 

For later on they built a church. 

One here, one there, the story goes, 

So they could worship as they chose. 


Today they're gone to their reward

To rest forever with their Lord. 

And now for us it's loss or gain

Or shall their lives have been in vain. 


And now dear friends, since they have gone

It's hard for us to carry on. 

Now spoken Welsh we seldom hear,

It's gone forever, this I fear. 


The churches now are very few, 

they've dwindled down to only two. 

Our only hope, the faith to keep, 

For what we sow is what we reap. 


So true religion can survive,

Let's keep our father's faith alive. 

Faith of our Fathers, holy faith, 

Will we be true to Thee 'til death.