Pob natur doed â'i holl bwerau 'nawr, I ddatgan clod i Dduw, 'r Creadwr mawr; Yr awyr clir, a'r cyfan dan y rhod, Y môr a'r tir rho'ent eu rhyglyddawl glod. Dechreued sain seraphiaid yn y nef Ddadseinio'n llu, gerbron ei orsedd Ef; Cyweiriant eu telynau oll yn yn, I ganu clod i'r Duwdod yn y dyn. Doed mawr a bach, o îs a gwaelach ryw, Rhoent glod a mawl i ganmawl enw Duw; Dewn ninau'i gyd, o eitha'r byd heb wâd, I'w foli'n faith am iachawdwriaeth rad. Ei fywyd glân, ei chwys, a'i riddfan ro'es, A'i angeu'n llawn, dâl cyflawn ar y groes; Daw ffrwyth ei groes, a grym eiriolaeth gref, A'r eiddil gwan yn gadarn gydag ef. Jehofah yw, yn un â'i enw pur, Cyflawnder gwiw ei addewidion gwir; Mae'n codi'i law, cenhedloedd doent o'u bodd, Nodedig brawf o'i ras, anfeidrol rodd. Cenhadon hedd mewn efengylaid iaith, Sy'n galw i'r wledd, dros fôr yr India faith; Caiff Hotentots, Coraniaid dua'u lliw, Farbariaid lu, eu dwyn yn deulu Duw.Ann Griffiths 1776-1805 Crynhodeb o Hymnau Cristnogol (Daniel Jones) 1845 Tôn [10.10.10.10]: Upton (<1829) gwelir: Cenadon hedd mewn efengylaidd iaith Doed mawr a bach o îs a gwaelach ryw Gwna fi fel pren planedig O fy Nuw Iehofah yw yn un a'i enw pur Mae eglwys Dduw trwy'r ddae'r a'r nef yn un |
Let the whole of nature bring all its powers now, To declare praise to God, the great Creator; The clear sky, and the whole under the vault, Let the sea and the land give their eloquent praise. Let the sound of seraphim begin in heaven Resounding as a host, before His throne; They tune their harps all as one, To sing acclaim to the Godhead in the man. Let great and small come, of a lowly and poorer sort, Let them render acclaim and praise to extol the name of God; Let us too all come, from the world's extremities without exception, To praise his widely for free salvation. His pure life, his sweat, and his groaning he gave, And his death fully, pays completely on the cross; Let the fruit of his cross come, with the force of strong intercession, And the feeble weak firmly with him. Jehovah he is, as one with his pure name, The worthy fullness of his true promises; He is raising his hand, let generations come voluntarily, A notable experience of his grace, an immeasurable gift. Emissaries of peace in gospel language, Are calling to the feast, across the sea of vast India; Hottentots, Coranians of blackest colour, A host of barbarians, shall get brought as the family of God.tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
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