Fe flinodd f'enaid bach yn nghri A dwndwr oer y byd; Ond mae difyrwch llawer mwy Gaiff hollol lanw 'mryd. Nid yw trysorau'r India bell, A chyfoeth maith Peru, Ond rhyw ddisylwedd sorod gwael I'w pwyso â fy Nuw. Mae yn ei heddwch bethau mwy Nag fedd y byd yn un; A phrawf o'i gariad ydyw'r fraint Oruchaf gafodd dyn. Fy nymuniadau maith eu rhif, Pe cawn hwy oll yn un, Yw cael meddiannu ei nefol hedd, Anfeidrol, ddwyfol rîn. Mi ymddigrifwn yn ei ras Mewn cystudd ac mewn gwae; A byddwn lawen, doed a ddêl, Mewn sylwedd sy'n parhau.William Williams 1717-91
Tonau [MC 8686]: gwelir: Nid yw trysorau'r India bell |
My little soul was grieved by the cry And cold clamour of the world; But it is a much greater delight That gets wholly to flood my mind. The treasures of distant India, And the vast wealth of Peru are nothing, But some poor, unsubstantial dross When weighed against my God. In his peace are greater things Than the world possesses at all; And an experience of his love is the supreme Privilege man ever got. My wishes, vast their number, If I could have them all as one, Are to get to possess his heavenly peace, Immeasurable, divine merit. I would take delight in his grace In affliction and in woe; And I would be joyful, come what may, In a substance that endures.tr. 2019 Richard B Gillion |
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