Ar groesbren brydnawn, Cyfiawnder ga'dd Iawn, A'r gyfraith anrhydedd 'run dydd; Trwy rinwedd y gwaed, Boddlonwyd y Tad, Daw merch yr Amoriad yn rhydd. Anfeidrol yw'r fraint, Ddarparwyd i'r saint, Trwy'r Duwdod a'r Dyndod yn Un; Brawd ffyddlon a gaed, Rhodd drosom ei waed, O'i fodd daeth yn Geidwad i ddyn. - - - - - Ar groesbren pryd nawn, Cyfiawnder gadd Iawn, A'r gyfraith anrhydedd 'r un dydd: Trwy rinwedd y gwa'd, Boddlonwyd y Tad, Daw Merch yr Amoriad yn rhydd. 'Nol marw 'r y pren, I eiriol i'r nen Esgynodd ei chadarn Fechnydd; Wrth orsedd y Tad Mae'n dadleu y gwa'd, Daw Merch yr Amoriad yn rhydd. Er gwaeled yn awr Ei gwedd ar a llawr, Fe'i gwelir yn ddysglaer ryw ddydd; Mewn gemwaith o aur, Cyfiawnder Mab Mair, Daw Merch yr Amoriad yn rhydd. Yn uchel ei llef, Uwch engyl y nef Yn seinio gorhoian y bydd, Heb flinder na phoen, O foliant i'r Oen, Wnaeth Merch yr Amoriad yn rhydd. - - - - - Ar groesbren, brydnawn, Cyfiawnder gadd iawn, A'r gyfraith anrhydedd 'run dydd; Trwy rinwedd y gwaed Boddlonwyd y Tad; Mae merch yr Amoriad yn rhydd. Ar Galfari fryn Agorwyd cyn hyn Ryw ffynnon ryfeddol ei rhîn; Hi hollol lanhâ Aflendid a phla, Hi gàna yr Ethiop yn wyn. Y gwan mae'n gryfhau, Er cymmaint ei fai, I sefyll wrth Sinai'n ddi-gryn; Mae'n symmud â'i hedd Fraw angeu a'r bedd, A'u hofnau, heb adael yr un.
Tonau [558D]: gwelir: Ar Galfari fryn |
On a wooden cross one afternoon, Righteousness got Satisfaction, And the law dishonour the same day; Through the virtue of the blood, The Father was satisfied, The daughter of the Amorite came free. Immeasurable is the privilege, It was prepared for the saints, Through the Divinity and Humanity as One; A faithful Brother was got, He gave for us his blood, Voluntarily he came as a Saviour to man. - - - - - On a wooden cross one afternoon, Righteousness got Satisfaction, And the law honoured the same day: Through the merit of the blood, The Father was satisfied, The Daughter of the Amorite will come free. After dying on the tree To intercede to the sky Her firm Surety arose; By the throne of the Father He is pleading the blood, The Daughter of the Amorite will come free. Although so poor now Her condition on the earth, She is to be seen radiant some day; In jewellery of gold, The righteousness of Mary's Son, The Daughter of the Amorite will come free. Higher her cry, Above the angels of heaven Sounding a jubilation she shall be, Without grief or pain, By the praise of the Lamb, The Daughter of the Amorite was made free. - - - - - On a wooden cross one afternoon, Righteousness got Satisfaction, And the law dishonour the same day; Through the virtue of the blood, The Father was satisfied, The daughter of the Amorite is free. On Calvary hill Opened was before this Some fount of wonderful virtue; It completely cleanses Uncleanness and plague, It bleaches the Ethiopian white. The weak it is strengthening, Despite the extent of his fault, To stand by Sinai unshaken; It is removing with its peace The terror of death and the grave, And their fear, without leaving any one. tr. 2015,18 Richard B Gillion |
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