Caf fanna o'r nef i lawr, Ar doriad gwawr y dydd, Yn fara i'm cynnal, gyda gwlith A bendith Duw y bydd. Hen afon gras a red Ar led yr anial maith; Y rhai'n a'm cynnal yn ddi ball, Yn ddiwall, ar fy nhaith. Trwy yr iorddonen gref, I'r nef fe'm deg o'i ras, Yn iach ddiangol byth uwch ben Fy hen elynion cas; I ganu gyda'r saint, Sydd fawr eu baint a'u bri, Yn moli'r Oen a'i ryfedd rad, A chariad Un a Thri.Evan Evans (Ieuan Glan Geirionydd) 1795-1855 Y Caniadydd 1841 [Mesur: 6686] gwelir: Rhan I - O flin gaethiwed trwm |
I shall get manna down from heaven, At the break of the dawn of day, As bread to support me, with dew Which will be the blessing of God. The old river of grace that runs Across the vast desert; That shall uphold me unfailingly Satisfying, on my journey. Through the strong Jordan, To heaven he will bring me by his grace, Whole and safe forever above the head Of my old detestable enemies; To sing with the saints, With their great privilege and their honour, Privilege the Lamb and his wonderful grace, And the love of One and Three.tr. 2018 Richard B Gillion |
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