Mi gwympais yn Eden i bydew du blin, Ni all'sai 'ngwaredu yn angel na dyn; Yr arfaeth drag'wyddol a chwiliodd i ma's, Ffordd newydd i'm hachub, rhyfeddol yw gras! Fy haeddiant wrth natur oedd bod yn y llyn, Mewn poenau trag'wyddol yn griddfan cyn hyn; Brawd anwyd yn fore sy'n pledio'n fy lle, Gynt iddo 'ngwaredu a phrynu i mi'r ne'. Fe'm cafodd yn farw yn gorwedd mewn gwa'd, Heb obaith o'r deyrnas a gollais trwy frad; Bendithion a gollais ynnillodd i mi, A chan mil ychwaneg ar Galfari fry. Rhyfeddol fath gariad cyn seiliad y byd, 'Mhell cyn fy nghenedlu fy mhrynu mor ddrud; Trwy farw'n anhyfryd ar bren yn fy lle, I gadw'r un gwaelaf rhwng daear a ne'. Holl ddyfroedd y moroedd ni olch'sai fy mriw, Na gwaed y cre'duriaid er amled eu rhyw; Ond gwaed y Messia a'm gwella yn ddiboen, Rhyfeddol yw rhinwedd marwolaeth yr Oen. 'Doedd un feddyginiaeth rhwng nefoedd a llawr, Iachasai fy nghlwyfau oedd ddyfnion a mawr; Ond gwaed yr Oen anwyl a'm prynodd yn ddrud, A wella fy archollion yn holl iach i gyd. Cyd-ganed y ddaear a'r nefoedd ynghyd, Ogoniant trag'wyddol i Brynwr y byd; Molianned pob enaid fy Arglwydd ar gān, A'm tynnodd yn fore bentewyn o'r tān.Morgan Rhys 1716-79 Golwg o Ben Nebo, 1764. [Mesur: 11.11.11.11] gwelir: Cyd ganed y ddaear a'r nefoedd ynghyd |
I fell in Eden into a black, wearying pit, Neither angel nor man could deliver me; The eternal scheme sought out, A new way to save me, wonderful is grace! My desert by nature was to be in the lake, In eternal pain groaning before this; A brother who was born in the morning is pleading in my place, Once for him to deliver me and purchase for me heaven. He found me dying lying in blood, Without hope of the kingdom which I lost through treachery; Blessings which I lost he won for me, And a hundred thousand in addition on Calvary above. Wonderful such love before the foundation of the world, Long before I was begotten redeeming me so costly; Through dying unpleasantly on a tree in my place, To save the worst one between earth and heaven. All the waters of the seas could not wash my wound, Nor the blood of the creatures despite how many their kind; But the blood of the Messiah heals me painlessly, Wonderful is the merit of the death of the Lamb. There was no remedy between heaven and earth, That would heal my wounds which were deep and great; But the blood of the beloved Lamb redeemed me expensively, And improved my wounds all healthy. Let the earth and heaven join together in singing, Eternal glory to the Redeemer of the world; Let every soul praise my Lord in song, Who pulled me in the morning a brand from the fire.tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
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