Arglwydd, aml yw'm trallodwyr A'm gelynion greulon ryw, D'wedant hwy nad oes i'm henaid, Iachawdwraeth yn ei Dduw; Edrych Arglwydd mawr o'th ras, Yn dosturiol ar dy was. Ond Tydi wyt darian imi, A dyrchafydd mawr fy mhen; Ti yw'm hymffrost a'm gogoniant Ar y ddaear, yn y nen; Dan dy aden, gwnaf fy nyth, A diogel fyddaf byth. Gelwais arnat Arglwydd, Tithau A wrandewaist ar dy was, Ac o fynydd dy sancteiddrwydd Rhoddaist imi help dy ras; Minnau bellach, O! fy Nuw, A'th foliannaf tra fwy'i byw. Mi orweddais dan dy aden, Ac a hunais yn dy hedd, A deffroais wedi hyny, Yn y bore'n llon fy ngwedd; Llechaf dan dy gysgod Di, Yno mae fy ngobaith i. Mi nid ofnaf fyrdd o bobl, A ymgodent yn eu llid, I ymosod yn fy erbyn, Diystyraf hwynt i gyd; Yn dy allu byddaf mwy, Yn goncwerwr arnynt hwy. Iachawdwriaeth sydd yn eiddot Ti yn unig, Arglwydd mawr, Fel y gwlith disgyna'th fendith Ar dy bobl o'r nef i lawr; Cenir iti fawl di-lyth Ar delynau Sïon byth.William Rees (Gwilym Hiraethog) 1802-83
Tonau [878777]: gwelir: Arglwydd Ti wyt darian imi |
Lord, many are my adversaries, And my enemies of a cruel kind, They say that there is for my soul no Salvation in his God; Look great Lord from thy grace, Mercifully upon thy servant. But Thou art a shield to me, And the great lifter of my head; Thou art my boast and my glory On the earth, in the heaven; Under thy wing, I will make my nest, And safe will I be forever. I called upon Thee Lord, upon Thee And thou didst listen to thy servant, And from the mountain of thy holiness Thou gavest me the help of thy grace; I henceforth, O my God, Will praise thee as long as I live. I lay under thy wing, And slept in thy peace, And awoke after this, In the morning with my joyful countenance; I will shelter under Thy shadow, There is my hope. I will not fear a myriad of people, Who would rise up in their anger, To attack against me, I will disdain them all; In thy might I will be henceforth, A conqueror over them. Salvation belongs to thee thee along, great Lord, Like the dew descends thy blessing On thy people down from heaven; Never-failing praise is to be sung to thee On Zion's harps forever.tr. 2009 Richard B Gillion |
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