Yr Arglwydd biau'r ddaear lawr,
A'i llawnder mawr
sy'n eiddo;
Yr Arglwydd biau yr holl fyd,
A'r bobl i gyd sydd ynddo.
Can's ef a roes ei
sail a'i gwedd
Yn rhyfedd uwch y moroedd,
Ac a'i gosododd hi yn lân,
Yn drigfan uwch llif-ddyfroedd.
Er hyny, pwy a ddring'n hŷ'
I gyssegr fry yr Arglwydd?
A phwy a saif
a theilwng wedd,
Yn ngorsedd ei sanceiddrwydd?
Dynâ llaw lân, a meddwl da,
Ac yn ddidraha'i enaid,
Diorwag, ac ni
roes un tro
Er twyllo'i gyfneseifiaid.
Fe gaiff hwn
gan yr Arglwydd wlith
Ei raslawn fendith helaeth,
A bydd cyfiawnder i'r cyfryw,
Gan Dduw yr iachawdwriaeth.
Dyrchefwch, byrth, eich penau'n glau,
Ehengwch, ddorau bythol;
Can's Brenin mawr
ddaw i'ch mewn chwi -
Brenin o fri gogonol.
Pwy, meddwch, ydyw'r Brenin hwn,
A gofiwn ei ogoniant?
Iôr lluoedd ydyw, Brenin hedd,
Gogonedd, a phob ffyniant.
O byrth! dyrchefwch eich penau Eich pen dyrchefwch, gedyrn byrth Ehengwch :: Agorwch
Tonau [MS 8787]:
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The Lord owns the earth below,
And its great fullness
which belongs to it;
The Lord owns the whole world,
And all the people who are in it.
For he has set its
foundation and its surface
Wonderfully above the seas,
And has placed it completely,
As a habitation above the flood-waters.
Therefore, who will climb confidently
To the sanctuary above of the Lord?
And who will stand
with a worthy countenance,
In the court of his holiness?
A man with a clean hand, and good thoughts,
And his soul free from pride,
Not frivolous, and who
has not done anything
To deceive his neighbours.
This one will get
from the Lord the widespread
Dew of his gracious blessing,
And there will be righteousness to such,
From the God of salvation.
Lift up, portals, your heads swiftly,
Widen, you everlasting doors;
Since the great King
will enter within you -
The King of glorious honour.
Who, you say, is this King,
Whose glory we remember?
The Lord of hosts he is, the King of peace,
Glory, and every prosperity.
O portals, lift up your heads Your head lift up, firm portals Widen :: Open tr. 2012 Richard B Gillion |
1 This spacious earth is all the Lord's,
the Lord's
her fullness is.
The world, and they that dwell therein,
by sov'reign right are his.
2 He framed and fixed
it on the seas,
and his Almighty hand
Upon inconstant floods has made
the stable fabric stand.
3 But for himself this Lord of all
one chosen seat designed;
O! who shall to
that sacred hill
desired admittance find!
4 The man whose hands and heart are pure,
whose thoughts from pride are free;
Who honest
poverty prefers
to gainful perjury.
5 This, this is he,
on whom the Lord
shall show'r his blessings down,
Who God his Savior shall vouchsafe
with righteousness to crown.
9 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold
in state to entertain
The King of glory;
see, he comes
with all his shining train.
10 Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord of hosts renowned;
Of glory he alone is king,
who is with glory crowned.
N Tate & N Brady |