Duw Israel sy'n noddfa a nerth, Yn hawdd mewn cyfyngder i'w gael, Mewn adfyd pwy draetha ei werth? Mor barod y gweryd y gwael! Am hyny pe siglai y byd Pe treiglid mynyddau i'r môr, Er tyrfu y dyfroedd yn nghyd, Nid ofnwn yn nghysgod ein Ior. Mae afon a'i ffrydiau yn fyw, I loni y ddinas i gyd - Y lle a ddewisodd ein Duw, Uwchlaw holl ddinasoedd y byd; Os daw y gelynion ar dro, Ar Sîon i ruthro'n gytûn, Byth, byth ni symmudir tra bo', Yn drigfan i'r Brenin ei Hun. Yn ofer, genedloedd y byd, Y sefwch yn erbyn ei law, Ei anadl a'ch gwasgar i gyd, Y ddaear a dodda mewn braw; Grym Arglwydd y lluoedd ei Hun Sy'n ddigon trag'wyddol wrth rai Pa beth wna ystrywiau pob dyn Tra byddo Duw Sïon o'i phlaid. O! gwelwch genedloedd i gyd, Weithredoedd rhyfeddol yr Ior, Gorchuddir holl wyneb y byd A heddwch fel tònau y môr, Rhyfeloedd a beidiant dros byth Ni chyfyd creulondeb ei llef; Anthemau mil amlach na'r gwlith, A genir i Frenin y nef. William Ambrose (Emrys) 1813-73
Tonau [8888D]: gwelir: Mae afon a'i ffrydiau yn fyw |
The God of Israel is a refuge and strength, Easily in straits to be had, In adversity who can expound his worth? So readily he delivers the wretched! Therefore if the word should shake If the mountains should trundle to the sea, Despite all the waters being in tumult We will not fear in the shadow of our Sovereign. There is a river with its streams living, To cheer all the city - The place our God has chosen, Above all the cities of the world; If the enemy comes sometime, Upon Zion to rush all together, Never, ever are we to be moved while ever being A residence for the King Himself. Vainly, nations of the world, Do ye stand against his hand, His breath shall scatter you altogether, The earth he shall put in terror; The force of the Lord of hosts Himself Is sufficient against those Whatever the wiles of every man do While ever the God of Zion is on his side. Oh, see, all ye nations, The wonderful deeds of the Sovereign, To be covered is the whole face of the world With peace like the waves of the sea, Wars shall cease for ever Cruelty will not raise its cry; Anthems a thousand times more numerous than the dew, Are to be sung to the King of heaven. tr. 2015 Richard B Gillion |
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