Mi âf at Grist, er bod fy mai Fel mynydd yn fy ngho'; Gwn am ei lys, ac iddo'r âf, Er pob gwyrth'nebiad fo. Ger bron ei orsedd syrthiaf lawr, A d'wedaf wrtho'n brudd, Mai adyn llwyr golledig wyf, Heb ras i'm tynu'n rhydd. Efallai gwrendy ar fy nghwyn, A rhoi'r deyrnwialen ma's; Ond os rhaid marw - marw wnaf Dan guro porth ei ras. Nid gwaeth na marw fydd os af, Anturiaf doed a ddêl, Os peidiaf fyn'd, rhaid marw byth, Mae'm dedfryd dost dan sêl. Ond os rhaid marw wrth ei borth, 'Nol profi'r Brenin glân, Caf farw fel na farw'r un Pechadur o fy mla'n.Joseph Harris (Gomer) 1773-1825
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I will go to Christ, despite my fault Like a mountain in my memory; I know about his court, and to it I shall go, Despite every opposition there be. Before his thron I shall fall down, And tell to him sadly, That a scoundrel completely lost I am, Without grace to pull me free. Perhaps he will listen to my complaint, And put his sceptre out; And if I must die - die I shall While knocking at the gate of grace. No worse than dying it shall be, if I go, I shall venture come what may, If I do not go, I must die forever, My sore sentence is sealed. But if I must die at his gate, After experiencing the holy King, I can die like no single sinner Died before me.tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
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