Bum ddall, O Arglwydd: gweld nis gwnawn Hawddgarwch yn Dy rychiog rudd: Ond mae'r prydferthwch oedd ynghudd Yn awr i'w weld yn ddisglaer iawn. Bum fyddar, Arglwydd! nid oedd dim Mwyneidd-dra imi ym Dy lais: Bwy'n clywed nawr; a swyn parhaus Sydd yn Dy eiriau anwyl im'. Mud, Arglwydd, fum, heb fedru cân I'th gariad a'th ogoniant mawr: Mae'r wefus fud yn moli'n awr Fel dan gyffyrddiad bywiol dân. Mi fum yn farw gynt, O! Dduw, Heb nerth i symud atat Ti; Nes it' fywhau fy enaid i, A'm dwyn o fedd pechodau'n fyw. Ti roist i'r dall weld goleu ddydd, I'r byddar glyw - i'r mudan iaith - I'r marw fywyd: wele'r caeth Yn awr o'i rwymau'n rhodio'n rhydd!cyf. E Keri Evans 1860-1941 Tôn [MH 8888]: St Crispin (George J Elvey 1816-93) |
I was blind, O Lord: see I would not The loveliness in Thy furrowed cheek: But the beauty which was hidden is Now seen very clearly. I was deaf, Lord: there was not any Enjoyment to me in Thy Voice: I am hearing now; and an enduring enchantment Is in Thy dear words to me. Mute, Lord, I was, unable to sing To thy love and thy great glory: The mute lip is praising now As under the touch of living fire. I was formerly dying, O God, Without strength to move to Thee; Until thou revive my soul, And lead me from a grave of sins alive. Thou gavest to the blind to see the light of day, To the deaf to hear - to the mute language - To the dead life: see the captive Now from his bonds strolling free!tr. 2014 Richard B Gillion |
Lord, I was blind: I could not see In Thy marred visage any grace; But now the beauty of Thy face In radiant vision dawns on me. Lord, I was deaf: I could not hear The thrilling music of Thy voice; But now I hear Thee and rejoice, And all Thine uttered words are dear. Lord, I was dumb: I could not speak The grace and glory of Thy name; But now, as touched with living flame, My lips Thine eager praises wake. Lord, I was dead: I could not stir My lifeless soul to come to Thee; But now, since Thou hast quickened me, I rise from sin’s dark sepulchre. Lord, Thou hast made the blind to see, The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, The dead to live; and lo, I break The chains of my captivity.William Tidd Matson 1833-99
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