Fe welir Seion fel y wawr, Er gwaeled yw ei gwedd, Yn d'od i'r làn o'r cystudd mawr, 'Rol agor pyrth y bedd: Heb glaf na chlwyfus yn eu plith, Yn ddysglaer fel yr haul, Yn y cyfiawnder dwyfol pur, A wnaed gan Adda'r Ail. [Trwy haeddiant gwiw yr Aberth gwir A roed gan Adda'r ail.] Aed mawl a gweddi'r saint i'r lan, Fel pêr aberthau byw; A boed serchiadau Seion wan Ar dân yn moli Duw; Mewn gemwaith aur bydd hon cyn hir, Heb dristwch, cur, na phoen, Yn canu am goncwest fawr a gaed Trwy werthfawr waed yr Oen. Cydunwn ninnau ar y llawr, A'r saint a'r engyl fry, I roddi ein coronau i lawr Wrth draed ein Harglwydd cu; Nes caffom fyned yno i'w plith, I'w weled a'i fwynhau, Lle nad oes ond dedwyddwch pur, Tragwyddol yn parhau. Yn awr i'r Tad, mewn cariad cu, Yr hardd gyflwynir hon, Heb arni un brycheuyn du, Yn briodasferch lon: Dadseina'r holl eangder fry, Gan ryw soniarus lef, Pan fyddys yn ei harwain hi I mewn i lys y nef. gwaeled :: tloted :: saled 'Rol :: 'N ol cyfiawnder dwyfol pur :: cyfiawnder dwyfol byth
1: Morgan Rhys 1716-1779
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Zion will be seen like the dawn, Though her countenance be so base, Coming up from the great tribulation, After the opening of the portals of the grave: Without any sick nor any wounded among them, Shining like the sun, In the pure, divine righteousness, Which the Second Adam wrought. [Through the worthy merit of the true Sacrifice Which was offered by the second Adam.] Let the praise and prayer of the saints go up, Like sweet living sacrifices; And may the affections of weak Zion be On fire praising God; In gold jewellery she will be before long, With no sadness, blow, or pain, Singing of the great conquest got Through the precious blood of the Lamb. Let us too unite down below, With the saints and the angels above, To put our crowns down At the feet of our dear Lord; Until we get to go among them, To see him and enjoy him, Where there is only pure happiness, Eternal continuing. Now to the Father, in dear love, This beauty is to be presented, With no black spot upon her, As a joyful bride: All the vastness above will echo, With some resounding cry, When we are led Into the court of heaven. so base :: so poor :: so sickly :: pure, divine righteousness :: divine righteousness forever tr. 2010 Richard B Gillion |
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