Os gwelir fi, bechadur, Ryw ddydd ar ben fy nhaith, Rhyfeddol fydd y canu A newydd fydd yr iaith, Yn seinio buddugoliaeth Am iachawdwriaeth lawn Heb ofni colli'r frwydyr Na bore na phrynhawn. Fe genir ac fe genir Yn nhragwyddoldeb maith Os gwelir un pererin Mor llesg ar ben ei daith, A gurwyd mewn tymhestloedd, A olchwyd yn y gwaed, A gannwyd ac a gadwyd Drwy'r iachawdwriaeth rad. Os dof fi drwy'r anialwch Rhyfeddaf fyth dy ras, A'm henaid i lonyddwch 'R ôl ganwaith golli'r maes; y maglau wedi eu torri, A'm traed yn gwbwl rydd: Os gwelir fi fel hynny, Tragwyddol foli a fydd. [Os caiff y fath bechadur, Sydd ffiaidd, aflan, noeth, O flaen dy orsedd sefyll, Pan byddo'r byd yn boeth; A'm dyled wedi thalu, A'r orsedd-faingc yn rhydd, A'r Iesu arna'i'n gwenu, Fy nghan un fythol fydd.] na phrynhawn :: na'r prydnawn
1: Amryw Hymnau Dymunol a Phrofiadol (Harri Sion) 1773
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If I am seen, a sinner, Some day at the end of my journey, Marvellous will be the singing And new will be the language Resounding "Victory" For full salvation Without fear of losing the battle In neither morning nor afternoon. It will be sung and sung Throughout eternity If one pilgrim is seen So weary at the end of his journey, Beaten in tempests, Washed in the blood Born and kept Through the salvation free of cost. If I come through the desert I will marvel forever at thy grace, And my soul to stillness After a hundred times losing the field; The snares having been cut, And my feet completely free: If I am seen thus, Eternal praise will be. [If such a sinner may get, Who is detestable, unclean, naked, Before thy throne to stand, When the world gets hot; And my debt has been paid, And the judgment-throne free, And Jesus upon me smiling, My song an everlasting one shall be.] nor afternoon :: nor the afternoon tr. 2007 Richard B Gillion |
If I, the sin-benighted, At length attain the goal, O what will be the transport Of my enraptured soul: The triumph celebrating Of saving Mercy's power, Nor dread again to perish, Nor wander evermore! Sung shall it be forever If on that final day One weary pilgrim's record Reads, "kept throughout life's way." Born into His safe keeping, Though threatened by life's flood, Of free salvation singing, Washed in the Saviour's blood. If I should cross this desert To see the Saviour's face, Though many times I've fallen, I'll marvel at thy grace. The fowler's snare then broken, My feet for heaven set free, My song in Thy near presence Will endless praises be.
1: tr. 1854 Joseph Morris |
