Mil henffych fore wawr! Daeth Crist i lawr o'r nef, Mewn gwisg o gnawd, yn faban gwan, Boed llon ein cân a'n llef. Rhown floedd hyd entrych nef, Yn ngeiriau'r anthem glir, A ganai'r côr i'w Harglwydd Ior Uwch meusydd Bethle'm dir. "Gogoniant byth i Dduw, I ddyn tangnefedd gu, Ac 'wyllys da yw llais eich Tad, Can's ddaeth eich Ceidwad chwi." Daeth perl o nef y nef I'n mysg i'r ddaear lawr; Mor hoffus yw - ei gaffael sydd, I fyrdd yn elw mawr. Mawr boenau Iesu Grist, A'i glwyfau oll y sydd, Trwy rinwedd mawr yr Iawn a r'odd, Yn rhoi y caeth yn rhydd. Trwy'r chwys, a'r goron ddrain, A'r bicell fain a'r cur, Caiff llawer wisgo'r goron aur, A chario'r palmwydd îr. Ein Iesu anwyl ni Oddefodd ar y groes, Yn un heb bechod nac un bai, Orlymder angeu loes. Trwy iddo dalu Iawn, Dyhuddwyd llid y nef; Yn eithaf ing, ac angeu du, "Gorphenwyd," waeddai ef. Gogoniant fyth i'r Tad, I'r Yspryd Glân bo clod, Ac i'r Mab cu a'n prynodd ni Byth, byth, bo mawl yn bod. entrych nef :: lys y nef côr i'w Harglwydd Ior :: côr angylaidd cu Tangnefedd ar y llawr :: I ddyn tangnefedd gu Ac 'wyllys da :: Ewyllys da bo clod :: yn un bo mawl yn bod :: boed mawl cytûn
John Phillips (Tegidon) 1810-77
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A thousand hails to the morning dawn When Christ came down from heaven, In the clothing of flesh, as a weak baby, May our song and our cry be joyful! Let us give a shout up to the vault of heaven, In the words of the clear anthem, That the choir sang to their Sovereign Lord Above the fields of Bethlehem's land. "Glory forever to God, To man dear peace, And good will is the voice of your Father, Since your Saviour came." A pearl came from the heaven of heaven Amongst us to the earth below; How lovely he is - to get him is To a myriad a great profit. The great pains of Jesus Christ, And all his wounds are, Through the great merit of the Satisfaction he gave, Setting the captive free. Through the sweat, and the crown of thorns, And the sharp spear and the beating, Many shall get to wear a golden crown, And carry the fresh palms. Our beloved Jesus Suffered on the cross, As one without sin or fault, The sharp anguish of the throes of death. Through his paying of the Satisfaction, He appeased the wrath of heaven; In utmost agony, and black death, "It is finished," he shouted. Glory forever to the Father, To the Holy Spirit be acclaim, And to the dear Son who redeemed us Forever, forever, may there be praise. the vault of heaven :: the court of heaven choir to their Sovereign Lord :: dear angelic choir Peace on the earth :: To man dear peace And good will :: Good will be acclaim :: the same may there be praise :: be praise in agreement tr. 2021 Richard B Gillion |
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