Iesu ydyw fy Nghreawdwr - Creawdwr uffern, dae'r a ne' Y cwbl hefyd oll a wnaethpwyd Er gogoniant iddo Fe; Ynddo'r cyfan sydd yn sefyll, Ei fysedd yn eu cynal sy; Fy enaid, dyma'r Un a hoeliwyd Draw ar fynydd Calfari. Er mor rhyfedd ydoedd rhoddi I fydoedd dirifedi fod, Rhyfeddodau'r Aipht a Soan, Yngyd a glywodd clust erioed; Hyn ei gyd fydd yn diflannu, Can's mwy rhyfeddod wel'd E' fry Ar y pren yn diodde' ei heolio Ar fynyddau Calfari. Angylion pur sy o gylch ei orsedd Yn gwisgo g'leuni fel y wawr, Yr Hwn a'ch gwisgoedd â'r fath harddwch, Ac 'ych yn ei addoli'n awr, Cig a gwaed a gym'rodd arno, Fel gallai gydymdeimlo â ni, Er mai gwrthrych eich addoliad A fu farw ar Galfari. Yr awyr gou ddifesur lydan, A'th goppa cuwch a'r nefoedd sy, Bydoedd o faintioli ofnadwy Sy'n amgylchu yn dy fru; Yr Hwn â'i air wnaeth dy adeiliad, A'i fysedd all dy fesur di, Drowd mewn cadach yn y preseb, Ac fu farw ar Galfari. 'Raneirif Sêr sydd yn disgleirio Ynghanol y tywyllwch du, Mae ynoch fôr o dân berwedig, Er mor fâch i'n golwg ni; 'R Hwn ryw oesoedd cyn eich ennyn, Ac beri pan diffoddoch chwi, Fu'n Nazareth yn wael ei gyflwr, Ac fu farw ar Galfari. Chwi blanedau o adenydd cyflym Sy'n teithio'n brysur forau a hwyr Fil filiwnau o feserau, Yn cadw'r amser oll yn llwyr; 'R Hwn â'i fraich a'ch gyrrodd gynta' Uwch eich llwybr wnaeth ei dŷ, Ga's ei erlyd yma yn faban, Ac fu farw ar Galfari. Ti, haul, y ffynon fawr ddihysbydd O'leuni, cysur, gwres, a thân, Sy'n danfon dydd oddeutu'r ddaear Bywyd myrdd o lysiau mân; 'R Hwn a'th lanwodd o oleuni, Na ellir edrych ar dy wedd Ymddihatrodd o'i ogoniant, Gorwedd wnaeth yn ngwaelod bedd. Y lloer, yn mhlith y ser, sy'n rhodio, Yn g'leuo mwy na hwynt i gyd, Y môr sy'n teithio wrth dy amser, Ti gyddi'th wyneb ambell bryd; 'R Hwn rodd d'oleu oddiwrth yr haulwen, Ei lewyrch o hono ei Hun y sy; Clips a redodd tros ei harddwch Pan fu farw ar Galfari. Chwi daranau yn y cwmmwl Pygddu yn ymderfysgu sydd, Yn crynu'r nef a'r dda'r o tanom, Fel yn bwgwth barn a fydd; 'R Hwn wnaeth i'ch ddychrynu dynion, A gallu i'ch i ruo yn llyn Ei hun a lefodd yn y preseb, Lefodd ar Galfaria fryn. Chwi fellt cynddeiriog sydd yn tannu Yn llen o dân trwy'r nef ei gyd Rydd trigfa pechod gynt yn ulw, Ac o'r diwedd lysc y byd: 'R Hwn eich 'nynnodd ac yn peri I'ch ladd, neu ynte safio sy Rodd' ei Berson gogoneddus Gael ei hoelio ar Galfari. Chwi demestloedd sydd yn dangos Eitha' gwaelod moroedd mawr, Briwo llongau erbyn creigydd, Taflu'r dedrwydd serth i lawr. Yr Hwn rydd ffrwyn yn safn y demest', Yn marchog ar y gwyntoedd fry, Fel yr Oen, yr aeth i'r lladdfa Tros ein beiau ar Galfari. Chwi gymmylau sydd yn hongian Yn yr awyr denau fry, Weithiau'n gwneud i'r ddaear darddu, Weithiau'n pydru ei ffrwythau sy; Yn chwe'der ei enaid bu yn ymddifad O'r presenoldeb tadol fry, Wrth grymmu ei ben i lawr a marw Ar fynyddau Calfari. Ti wrês sy'n gwneud i'r ddaiar losci; Ti oerni sy'n ei rhwymo hi yn un, Wrth gymmysc yn gwneud tymhor hyfryd Rhy greulon ar eich pennau'ch hun: Rheolwr mawr yr holl greadigaeth Mewn tŷ o glai yr amser bu Ddioddefodd eitha' gwrês digofaint Ar fynyddau Calfari.William Williams 1717-91 gwelir: Angylion pur sy o gylch ei orsedd |
Jesus is my Creator - Creator of hell, earth and heaven The whole also of all that was made For glory unto Him; In the whole he is standing, His fingers are upholding them. My soul, behold the One who was crucified Yonder on mount Calvary. Although so wonderful it was to wander To innumerable worlds of being, The wonders of Egypt and Zoan, Altogether which an ear ever heard; All these shall disappear, Since a greater wonder to see Him above On the tree suffering being nailed On the mountains of Calfari. Pure angels who are around his throne Wearing light like the dawn, He who clothed you with such beauty, And whom ye are adoring now, Flesh and blood he took upon himself So that he could sympathise with us, Although being the object of your adoration Who died on Calvary. The sky above, immeasurable, broad, With thy summit which is as high as the heavens, Worlds of awesome proportions Are circling in thy womb; He who with his word made thy structure, Who with his fingers can measure thee, Was wrapped in cloths in the manger, And died on Calvary. The innumerable stars which are shining Amidst the black darkness, In you is a see of boiling fire, Although so small to our view; He who some ages before your igniting, And shall persist when ye shall extinguish, Was in Nazareth of a lowly condition, And died on Calvary. Ye planets of swift wings Who travel hurriedly morning and evening A thousand million measures, Keeping the time all completely; He who with his arm first drove you Above your paths made his house Got pursued here as a baby, And died on Calvary. Thou, sun, the great unpublished fount Of light, comfort, warmth, and fire, Who sendest day around the earth The life of a myriad of small herbs; He who filled thee with light, That thy face is not to be looked upon Divested himself of his glory, Lie he did in the bottom of a grave. The moon, amongst the stars, which is moving, In light more than all of them, The sea which is travelling by thy time, Thou hidest thy face occasionally; He who gave thy light from the sunshine, His radiance is from Himself; An eclipse ran across his beauty When he died on Calvary. Ye thunders in the pitch-black Cloud which are in tumult, Shaking the heaven and the earth under them, As if threatening the coming judgment; He who made you terrify men, And enabled you to roar thus Himself cried in the manger, Cried on Calvary hill. Ye furious lightning which ignites In the curtain of fire throughout all heaven Which gives the former dwelling of sin to ashes And eventually will burn the world; He who ignited thee and causes Thee to kill, or he who saves Gave his glorious Person To get nailed on Calavary. Ye tempests which are showing The extreme bottom of great seas, Bruising ships against rocks, Flinging the tall trees down. He who puts a bridle in the jaws of the tempest, Riding on the winds above, Like the Lamb, he went to the slaughter For our faults on Calvary. Ye clouds which are hanging In the thin sky above, Sometimes making the earth spring forth, Sometimes rotting its fruits; In the bitterness of his soul he was bereft Of the paternal presence above, On bowing his head down and dying On the mountains of Calvary. Thou heat which is making the earth burn; Thou cold which is binding it into one, While mixing making a delightful season Too cruel on your own: The great Governor of the whole creation In a house of clay, the time was He suffered the extreme heat of wrath On the mountains of Calvary.tr. 2009,16 Richard B Gillion |
Jesus Christ is my Creator, - He formed sea and earth and air; Nature's pillars stand unshaken On his power and constant care. By his fingers for a dwelling Was heaven's vault sublime upreared: Jesus suffered when to save us He as man on earth appeared. Lofty Angels! God-like spirits, Clad in robes of 'living light': He who gave you all your glories, Him you worship day and night, Made his tent in human nature That in Him should man confide: Your Delight, your Source, and Centre Died - for man a Ransom died. Vast encircling Space! whose confines Stretch beyond creation's pole! Worlds of magnitude appalling In thee unobstructed roll: He in whom thou art contained, Spread at first and peopled thee, Lay, an infant, in the manger, Died, a man, upon the tree. Countless Stars! through darkness peering; Silent sentinels of night! Worlds are ye of radiant brightness - Points to feeble human sight: He who spake and ye were kindled, And will be, when ye grow dim, Sun of souls, and Noon of heaven - Grief and death enshrouded HIM. Planets! with the Earth concentric, Speeding on your trackless ways, - Speeding in unbroken order From your distant primal days! He whose arm put you in motion - Who your orbits vast designed, Here was born a helpless infant, Here for sin his life resigned. Sun! the unexhausted fountain, Whence flow warmth and genial light, By whom Day to us is given Loaded with untold delight! He who hath with glory charged thee That we may not rudely gaze, Was on Calvary obscured - Well thou dark'nedst with amaze. Moon! who star-attended glidest Through the sky with queenly grace; Shining now in placid splendour, Veiling now with clouds thy face: He who hides thee - brings light to thee From that sun, whose Sun is He, Was eclipsed, - his beams were clouded, On the ignominious tree. Thunder! who within thy cradle Of the sable cloud dost rock: Rolling through expanse of heaven, Shaking earth with fearful shock! He who overawes the nations, In thy mighty noise confessed, Groaned and sighed with troubled spirit, By our guilt and sin oppressed. Lightning wild! thy child the Thunder, Thou dost wrap the world in fire: Sodom perished by thee stricken, Doomed by Heaven's long-slumbering ire. He who formed thee - could command thee Earth to cleanse and man to slay, Gave Himself an expiation - Saved by death from Death his prey. Tempests! who disclose the caverns, Dungeons drear beneath the seas, Toying with the proudest navies, Hurling down the giant trees: He who curbs your wildest fury, Calms you like to infant's breath, As a lamb Himself surrendered, Bowed his reverend head in death! Peer of Angels! space outreaching, Stars, sun, moon, thy grandeur show; Thunder, lightning, earthquake, tempest, Less in might sublime than THOU! For thy welfare, haughty Rebel, Thee from error back to bring, Jesus meekly bore thine insults: Weep - repent - believe - and sing!tr. 1854 Joseph Morris |