I'r annherfynol fythol Fôd, Sy'n hynod Dri Phersonau, Y Tad, y Gair, a'r Ysbryd Glân, Cyhoeddaf gân â'm genau. I'r Duw a'm ffurfiodd yn y bru A'i allu'n ol ei 'wyllys, Dymunwn roddi nos a dydd Addoliad rhydd yn ddilys. Fe roes fy llygaid yn eu lle, Fel hardd ganwllau'n hollol, Ac O! mor hyfryd ydyw rhai'n I'm harwain yn dymhorol! Fe roddodd glustiau wrth fy mhen, Yn rhad, sy'n anghenrheidiol, Heb rhai'n mi f'aswn ymhob man Yn fyddar ac unfuddiol.
Edward Jones 1761-1836 [Mesur: MS 8787] |
To the infinite eternal Being, Who is notably Three Persons, The Father, the Word, and the Holy Spirit, I will publish a song with my mouth. To the God who formed me in the womb With his power according to his will, I would wish to render night and day Ready worship unfailingly. He set my eyes in their place, Like beautiful candles wholly, And oh, how delightful they are To lead me seasonally! He put my ears by my head, Freely, which are necessary, Without those I would be everywhere Deaf and mute. tr. 2015 Richard B Gillion |
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