Aed, aed, Y newydd am y dwyfol waed, Nes golchi myrdd o'r dua gaed, O'u pen i'w traed yn hardd a gwyn, Fel byddo'r nef a'r ddaear las Yn dadsain gras, Calfaria fryn. Mawr, mawr, Yw grym llewyrchiad nefol wawr; Try'r nos yn ddydd ar blant y llawr, Mae'r goleu'n awr yn nerthol wir; Ond rhagddo â hyd hanner dydd; Pur oleu fydd mewn nefol dir. Pwy, pwy, Rydd ddim yn erbyn rhei'ny mwy, Ymguddiodd yn ei ddwyfol glwy'? Eu dyled hwy gorphenodd ef, Ei thalu'n llwyr ar ben y bryn; Ni blediwn hyn o flaen y nef.Thomas Jones 1756-1820
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Yes, let it go, The news about the divine blood, Until it wash a myriad of the blackest there are, From their head to their feet beautiful and white, That the heaven and the blue-green earth Be resounding the grace of Calvary's hill. Great, great, Is the force of the shining of heavenly dawn; Turning the night to day upon the children of earth, The light is now truly strong; But between it and mid-day; Pure light will be in a heavenly land. Who, who, Will put anything against those any more, Whom he hid in his divine wound? Their debt is finished, It is paid fully on the top of the hill; We plead this before heaven.tr. 2009 Richard B Gillion |
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