Jehofa sy'n teyrnasu, Ei orsedd uchel yw, Goleuni a mawrhydi Yw gwisgoedd hardd ein Duw: Dysgleirdeb ei ogoniant Dywyna maes mor glir, Nas dichon undyn oddef Yr olwg arno'n wir. Ei ddychrynfeydd sy'n cadw Y byd mewn ofnau prudd, A gwylio mae'i gyfiawnder Ei gyfraith lân ddi-ludd; Ei gariad sy'n datguddio Ei wyneb mwyn i ma's. Ei wir ef a'i addewid Sy'n selio ini ei ras. Llewyrchu mae'i ddoethineb Trwy ei holl waith i ma's, A satan mae yn siomi O'i holl amcanion cas; Ei allu sydd oruchaf I wneuthur a chwblhau' Gynghorion ardderchocaf, Ei 'wyllyw ef yn glau. A 'mostwng Ef mor isel, Ior gogoneddus mawr, A d'od yn Dad a Chyfaill I bryfyn gwael y llawr! Ei enw gydfolianaf A'r holl angylion gwiw; Mae'r nefoedd i mi'n sicr, Os wyf yn eiddo Duw.cyf. Swp o Ffigys 1825
Tonau [7676D]: gwelir: Iehofa/Jehofa'n Frenin sy |
Jehovah is reigning, His throne is high, Light and majesty Are the beautiful garments of our God: The radiance of his glory Shines out so clearly, No man is sufficient to endure The gaze upon him truly. His terrors are keeping The world is solemn fears, And watching is his righteousness His holy, untiring law; His love is revealing His dear face openly. His truth and his promise Are sealing to us his grace. Gleaming is his wisdom Out through all his work, And Satan is being disappointed From all his detestable aims; His power is highest To do and complete The most excellent counsels Of his will swiftly. Will he humble Himself so lowly, The great, glorious Lord? And become a Father and a Friend To a base worm of the ground? His name I will praise together With all the worthy angels; Heaven is secured for me, If I belong to God.tr. 2015 Richard B Gillion |
The Lord Jehovah reigns; His throne is built on high; The garments He assumes Are light and majesty; His glories shine With beams so bright No mortal eye Can bear the sight. The thunders of His hand The wide world keep in awe; His wrath and justice stand To guard His holy law; And where His love Resolves to bless, His truth confirms And seals the grace. Through all His ancient works Surprising wisdom shines, Confounds the powers of hell, And breaks their cursed designs: Strong is His arm, And shall fulfill His great decrees, His sovereign will. And will this mighty King Of glory condescend? And will He write His name: My Father and my friend? I love His name; I love His Word; Join all my powers, And praise the Lord!Isaac Watts 1674-1748 Tôn [666688]: St John (Parish Choir 1851) |