Agorodd ddrws i'r caethion I ddod o'r cystudd mawr; Ā'i werthfawr waed fe dalodd Eu dyled oll i lawr: Nid oes dim damnedigaeth I neb o'r duwiol had; Y gwaredigion canant Am rinwedd mawr ei waed. Fe genir ac fe genir, Yn nhrag'wyddoldeb maith, Os gwelir un pererin, Mor llesg ar ben ei daith; A gurwyd mewn tymhestloedd, A olchwyd yn y gwaed, A ganwyd ac a gadwyd, Trwy iachawdwriaeth rad. Ce's ddw'r o'r graig i yfed, I dorri'm syched mawr, Ce's beunydd fara i'w fwytta, O'r nef y daeth i lawr; Ce's delyn tu yma i angau, Fy holl gystuddiau ffodd, I ganu i'r Oen fu farw, Mae'n briod wrth fy modd. Wel dyma Un sy'n maddau Pechodau rif y gwlith; 'D oes mesur ar ei gariad, Na therfyn iddo byth; Mae'n 'mofyn lle i dosturio, Mae'n hoffi trugarhau'; Trugaredd i'r amddifaid Sydd ynddo i barhau. Brawd anwyl sy'n ein cofio, Mewn oriau cyfyng caeth, Brawd llawn o gyd-ymdeimlad, Ni chlywyd am ei fath: Brawd cadarn yn y frwydr, Ne geidw ei frodyr gwan, Yn dirion dan ei aden, Fe ddaw ā'r llesg i'r lan. Teilwng yw'r Oen a laddwyd O'r holl ogoniant mawr, Trwy ganol nef y nefoedd, Ac yma ar y llawr; Pan elo'r holl greadigaeth Yn ulw gan y tān, Teilyngdod Iesu drosof Fydd fy nhragwyddol gān. Wel dyma Un :: Dyma yr un
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He opened the door to the captives To come from the great affliction; With his valuable blood he paid All their debt down: There is no condemnation To any of the divine seed; The delivered sing About the great virtue of his blood. It is to be sung and to be sung, In a vast eternity, If one pilgrim is to be seen, So faint at the end of his journey; And beaten in tempests, And washed in the blood, Who was found and who was kept, Through free salvation. I got water from the rock to drink, To break my great thirst, Daily I got bread to eat, From heaven it came down; I got a harp this side of death, All my afflictions fled, To sing to the Lamb who died, He is a spouse to my delight. See here is One who forgives Sins numerous as the dew; There is no measure to his love, Nor ever any limit to it; He is asking where to have mercy, He loves to be merciful; Mercy to the destitute Who abide in him. A beloved Brother who remembers us, In hours of captive straits, A Brother full of sympathy, Not heard of was his like: A firm Brother in the battle, He keeps his weak brothers, Tenderly under his wing, He will bring the faint up. Worthy is the Lamb who was slain Of all the great glory, Through the centre of the heaven of heavens, And down here on earth; When the whole creation turns To ashes by the fire, The worthiness of Jesus for me Will be my eternal song. tr. 2009,15 Richard B Gillion |
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