Pantycelyn was one of the main players in the Welsh Methodist movement.A hymn writer.but that is history.His words ring in my head, a solid reminder, a nod towards recollection to one who lives in a Post Christian world, as I do.I do not know if the poetry inspired the music of the hymns or whether it is the other way round.I only know that through redirection to them I seem to have a recollection of a more personal Christ.About joy Williams is emphatic.it will come with the attainment of heavenIf sorrows in the world to endure until the end, all this shall come to a close within heaven, sadness becomes rejoicing.Os ywn gofidiau yn y bydI bara hyd y diweddO fewn y nef fe dderfydd hynTroir tristwch yn orfoleddHe does not deny sorrow, allows only the hope of heavenWhat is lovely?...he sees the world and it natural features and in it finds his vision of Christ.I am looking across the distant hills surrounding you every hour ..come, my sweet, the hour is lengthening and my sun is almost sinkingRwyn edrych dros y bryniau pellAmdanat bob yr awrTyrd, fanwylyd, maen hwyrhauAm haul bron mynd I lawrYma dymunwn dreuliom hoesO fore hyd brynhawnLle cawn i wylo cariad purYn ddagrau melys iawnHere would I wish to spend my days (literally age),from morning till afternoon where I could weep in pure love of very sweet tears.His vision is that of sorrow transmuted with the attainment of heaven. We weep not in sorrow but with the knowledge of love and there are sweet tears in grasping that truth.Today Pantycelyn speaks of love ,of Christ to me.Pererin wyf mewn anialdir as he wrote elsewhere.I am a pilgrim in a wilderness.His vision helps even now by considering what he wrote though it could be taken to further depths. But there is hope in the reading and in a Post Christian world his lyrics are still relevant.Hope this all makes sense in the midst of wandering thoughts and perceptions