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1,2,3,4,(5); 1,2,4.
Mi dafla' 'maich oddi ar fy ngwar
Wrth deimlo dwyfol loes;
Euogrwydd fel mynyddoedd byd
Dry'n ganu wrth dy groes.
Os edrych wnaf i'r dwyrain draw,
Os edrych wnaf i'r de,
Ymhlith a fu, neu ynteu ddaw,
'Does debyg iddo fe.
Fe roes ei ddwylo pur ar led,
Fe wisgodd goron ddrain
Er mwyn i'r brwnt gael bod yn wyn
Fel hyfryd liain main.
Esgyn a wnaeth i entrych nef
I eiriol dros y gwan;
Fe sugna f'enaid innau'n lân
I'w fynwes yn y man.
Ac yna caf fod gydag ef
Pan êl y byd ar dân,
Ac edrych yn ei hyfryd wedd,
Gan' harddach nag o'r blaen.
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Mi dafla' 'maich i lawr i gyd
Trwy rinwedd dwyfol loes;
Euogrwydd fel mynyddau'r byd
Dry'n ganu wrth dy groes.
[Mi dafla maich i lawr yn llwyr]
Dan bob cystuddiau fwy na mwy -
Rhuadau cnawd a byd,
Mae digon nerth
mewn marwol glwy',
I'w maddeu oll ynghyd.
Mae angeu'r groes yn awr yn hy'
Yn dadleu dros y gwan;
Ac angeu fy Iachawdwr cu,
Cyn hir, a'm cwyd i'r lan.
Trwy angeu Crist daeth ini hedd
A chymmod yn ei waed;
A thrwy ei glwyfau dyfnion Ef
Caed ini lwyr iachâd.
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Mi dafla'm baich i lawr yn llwyr,
Wrth gofio angeu loes;
Euogrwydd fel mynyddau'r byd,
Dry'n ganu wrth y groes.
Gwnaeth Crist ei babell yn ein plith,
A'i bresennoldeb sy
Yn troi pob cystudd a phob loes
Yn hyfryd hedd i ni.
Mi ymddiriedaf yn ei air,
Er cymmaint yw fy mai;
Fe ddaw yr hyfryd ddedwydd awr
Im' gael fy llwyr ryddhau.
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Mi dafla maich i lawr yn llwyr
Trwy rinwedd dwyfol loes,
Euogrwydd fel mynyddau'r byd
Dry'n gana wrth dy groes.
Nid ofnai'r byd,
nid ofnai'r bedd,
Ond profi'th hedd a'th rym,
Fy ofnau'n llwyr ond gwel'd dy wedd
A gwymp i lawr yn ddim.
O anghrediniaeth mawr ei rym,
Ti roddaist i mi glwy',
Ond yn dy wyneb credo wnaf
Fod doniau'r nef yn fwy.
Fe'm golchir gan fy nghystudd trwm,
Fe'm purir yn y tân;
Ac mi dd'of allan, pan ddel dydd,
Wedi fy nghannu'n lân.
'Rwy'n ffrind i'r bedd,
rwy'n ffrind i'r groes,
Cystuddiau ym mhob man;
Er pan ddaeth Iesu a'i gariad rhad
I lanw'm henaid gwan.
'Rwy'n penderfynu myn'd yn glôff,
I mewn i deyrnas nef;
Yn well na chadw melys chwant,
A cholli ei gwm'ni ef.
liain :: lian Esgyn a wnaeth :: Esgynnodd fry entrych ne' :: entrych nef fe sugna f'enaid innau'n lân :: Fy enaid innau a dyn efe gydag :: gyd âg
Tonau [MC 8686]:
gwelir: |
I will throw my burden off from my neck
While feeling divine anguish;
Guilt like the world's mountains
Turns to singing at thy cross.
If I do look to the distant East,
If I do look to the South,
Amongst those who were, or those to come,
There is none like him.
He put his pure hands wide apart,
He wore a crown of thorns
That the filthy might become white
Like comely fine linen.
He has ascended to the height of heaven
To intercede for the weak;
My soul will suckle completely
To his breast in a while.
And then I will be with him
When the world goes on fire,
And look on his comely countenance,
A hundred times more beautiful than before.
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I will throw my burden down altogether
Through the merit of divine anguish;
Guilt like the world's mountains
Turns to singing at thy cross.
[I will throw my burden down completely]
Under all afflictions more and more -
The roarings of flesh and world,
There is sufficient strength
in a mortal wound,
To forgive them all altogether.
The death of the cross is now boldly
Arguing on behalf of the weak;
And the death of my dear Saviour,
Before long, will raise me up.
Through the death of Christ peace came to us
And reconciliation in his blood;
And through His deep wounds
Complete healing is got for us.
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I will throw my burden down completely
By remembering deathly anguish;
Guilt like the world's mountains
Turns to singing at the cross.
Christ made his tent among us,
And his presence does
Turn every affliction and every anguish
Into delightful peace for us.
I will trust in his word,
Despite how great is my fault;
The delightful happy hour will come
For me to get set free completely.
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I will cast my burden down completely
Through the merit of divine anguish,
Guilt like the world's mountains
Turn to singing by the cross.
I will not fear the world,
I will not fear the grave,
But prove thy peace and thy force,
My fears completely, but seeing thy face,
Shall fall down to nothing.
O unbelief of great force,
Thou gavest to me a wound,
But in thy face believe I shall
That the gifts of heaven are greater.
I am to be washed by my heavy affliction,
I am to be purified in the fire;
And I shall come out, when day comes,
Having been bleached clean.
I am a friend to the grave,
I am a friend to the cross,
Afflictions in every place;
Since Jesus came with his free love
To flood my weak soul.
I am determined to go lame,
Into the kingdom of heaven,
Rather than keep sweet lust,
And lose his company.
:: He has ascended :: He ascended up :: My soul will suckle completely :: My soul which he draws :: tr. 2008,16 Richard B Gillion |
I'll cast my heavy burden down,
Remembering Jesu's pains;
Guilt, high as towering mountain-tops,
Here turns to joyful strains.
If to the east or west I turn,
North, south, or otherwhere,
Of all who came or yet shall come,
None can with Him compare.
He stretched His pure white hands abroad,
A crown of thorns He wore,
So that the poorest sinner might
Be cleansed forevermore.
He rose on high to intercede
For man, with sin opprest,
My spirit, too, He soon will draw
Unto Himself to rest.
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I'll cast my heavy burden down,
Remembering Jesu's pains;
Guilt, high as towering mountain-tops,
Here turns to joyful strains.
He rose on high to intercede
For man, with sin opprest,
My spirit, too, He soon will draw
Unto Himself to rest.
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I will throw my burden down completely
By remembering deathly anguish;
Guilt like the world's mountains
Turns to singing at the cross.
I will trust in his word,
Despite how great is my fault;
The delightful happy hour will come
For me to get set free completely.
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I'll cast my heavy burden down, Remembering Jesu's pains; Guilt, high as towering mountain-tops, Here turns to joyful strains.
tr. Rev. Robert Parry Tune [CM 8686]: Sophia (John Jones 1766-1857) |