Duw mawr y rhyfeddodau maith,
Rhyfeddol yw pob rhan o'th waith,
Ond dwyfol ras, mwy rhyfedd yw
Na'th holl weithredoedd o bob rhyw:
Pa dduw sy'n maddau fel tydi
Yn rhad ein holl bechodau ni?
O! maddau'r holl gamweddau mawr
Ac arbed euog lwch y llawr;
Tydi yn unig fedd yr hawl
Ac ni chaiff arall
ran o'r mawl:
Rhyfeddol yw'th drugaredd hael,
A'th gariad pur i'n natur wael,
Yn agor ffynnon i'n glanhau,
A'n golchi'n bur oddi wrth ein bai:
Clodforwn am faddeuant llawn,
Yn llawen ei gymeryd wnawn;
Maddeuant o bob pechod du,
Trwy waed yr Iesu cywir cu:
O! boed i'th ras
anfeidrol, gwiw
A gwyrth dy gariad mawr, O Dduw,
Orlenwi'r ddaear faith
â'th glod
Hyd nefoedd, tra bo'r byd yn bod:
euog lwch :: pryfed gwael Tydi yn unig fedd yr hawl :: Hyn yw dy nefol oruwch-nod rhan o'r mawl :: rhan o'r clod i'th ras :: i'r gras A gwyrth dy gariad mawr, O :: A'r gwyrthiau mawr O gariad Orlenwi'r :: I lenwi'r â'th glod :: â'i glod nefoedd, tra bo'r byd yn bod :: nefoedd fry ar beraidd nod
cyf. 1805 John R Jones (Ramoth) 1765-1822
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Great God of many wonders,
Wonderful is every part of thy work,
But divine grace, more wonderful is
Than all thy works of every sort:
What god is forgiving like thou
Freely all our sins?
O to forgive all the great misdeeds
And to save the guilty dust of the earth;
Thine alone is the right
And no other shall have
a part of the praise:
Wonderful is thy generous mercy,
And thy pure love to our base nature,
Opening a fountain to cleanse us,
And wash us pure from our fault:
We praise for full forgiveness,
Joyfully we do take it;
Forgiveness of every black sin,
Through the blood of the truly dear Jesus:
O let there be to thy immeasurable,
worthy grace
And the miracle of thy great love, O God,
Overfilling the wide earth
with thy praise
As far as heavens, while the earth may be:
guilty dust :: base worms Thine alone is the right :: This is thy heavenly supreme aim :: to thy ... grace :: to the ... grace And the miracle of thy great love, O :: And the great miracles of the love of Overfilling the :: To fill the with thy praise :: with his praise heavens, while the earth may be :: heavens above on a sweet note tr. 2007,8 Richard B Gillion |
Great God of wonders! All Thy ways
Are matchless, Godlike and divine;
But the fair glories of Thy grace
More Godlike and unrivalled shine.
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
Crimes of such horror to forgive,
Such guilty, daring worms to spare;
This is Thy grand prerogative,
And none shall
in the honour share.
Angels and men, resign your claim
To pity, mercy, love and grace:
These glories crown Jehovah's Name
With an incomparable glaze.
In wonder lost, with trembling joy,
We take the pardon of our God:
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye,
A pardon bought with Jesus' blood.
O may this strange,
this matchless grace,
This Godlike miracle of love,
Fill the whole earth
with grateful praise,
And all th'angelic choirs above.
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