Mae fy enaid am ehedeg Ar adenydd ysgafn ffydd, Ac yn syllu trwy'r eangder Uchel, maith, at bethau fydd; 'N awr mi welaf Wlad o hedd yn agoshau. Rhwng cymylau duon, tywyll, Gwelaf draw yr hyfryd wlad; Mae fy ffydd yn llefain allan – Dacw o'r diwedd dŷ fy Nhad; Digon, digon, Mi anghofia 'ngwae a'm poen. O! gwasgerwch dew gymylau, I'r addewid rhoddwch le; Nid i'r ddaear hon y'm ganwyd, Tragwyddoldeb yw fy lle, 'N ol tywyllwch, Cwyd o'r diwedd fore wawr. Tôn [878747]: Catherine (David Roberts 1820-72)
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My soul is wanting to fly On light wings of faith, And staring through the high, Vast breadth, towards things that shall be; Now I see A land of peace approaching. Between dark, black clouds, I see afar the delightful land; My faith is crying out - Yonder at last my Father's house; Sufficient, sufficient, I will forget my woe and my pain. O that you would scatter, thick clouds, To the promise give ye way; Not for this earth was I born, Eternity is my place, After the darkness, May the morning dawn rise at last! tr. 2017 Richard B Gillion |
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