O! deffro, f'enaid, gyda'r wawr, I'th ddyletwsyddau ar y lawr; Dihuna, cyfod, llafar gân Foreuol fawl i galon lân. Fy nghalon, deffro, cyfod lef Yn llawen gyda lluoedd nef, Y rhai heb daw trwy'r hirnos faith Sy'n moli Duw - eu melys waith. O! llywia'n wiw ar hyd y dydd Bob meddwl, gweithred, gair a fydd: Fel bo i'r yfan feddaf i Gyduno er D'ogoniant Di. I Dad y trugareddau i gyd Rhown foliant, holl drigolion byd: Llu'r nef, moliennwch Ef ar gân, Y Tad, a'r Mab a'r Ysbryd Glân.1-3: cyf. Lewis Gilbertson 1815-96 4 : cyf. Howel Harris 1714-73 - - - - - O deffro, f'enaid, gyda'r wawr, I'th yrfa ar y ddaiar lawr; Dihun, cyfod, llafargân Foreuol fflam dy ddiolch glân. Pryn d'amser drud, bydd fyw bob awr Fel pe bai'th olaf ar y llawr; Defnyddia'th dalent; cofia'r dydd A'r manwl gyfrif yno fydd. Boed pob ymadrodd iti'n bur, A'th galon fel yr heulwen glir; A gwel fod llygad Duw o hyd Yn gwylio'th ffyrdd a'th ddirgel fryd. Fy nghalon, deffro, dyrcha i'r nef, Gyda'r anglion una'th lef, Y rhai heb daw yr hirnos faith A folant Dduw - eu melus waith.cyf. Lewis Gilbertson 1815-96
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Oh wake up, my soul, with the dawn, To thy duties on the earth; Awaken, raise, with a loud song Of morning praise to a pure heart. My heart, wake up, raise a voice Joyfully with the hosts of heaven Those without exception through the very long night, Who are praising God - their sweet work. Oh guide worthily all day long Every thought, action, word that will be: That all that I have may be Uniting for Thy glory. To the God of all mercies Let us render praise, all inhabitants of the world: The host of heaven, praise ye Him in song, The Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.tr. 2012 Richard B Gillion - - - - - Oh, wake up, my soul, with the dawn, To thy course on the earth below! Awake, arise, loudly sing The morning flame of thy holy thanks. Scare the precious time, it will be less every hour As if it were thy last on the ground; Use thy talent; remember the day And the detailed account there will be then. Let every report to thee be pure, And thy heart like the bright sun clear; And see that the the eye of God is always Watching the ways of thy secret mind. My heart, wake up, lift up to heaven, With the angels unite thy cry, Those to whom comes not the vast, long night Shall praise God - their sweet work.cyf. 2014 Richard B Gillion |
Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King. Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.Thomas Ken 1637-1711 - - - - - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. Thy precious time misspent, redeem, Each present day thy last esteem, Improve thy talent with due care; For the great day thyself prepare. In conversation be sincere; Keep conscience as the noontide clear; Think how all seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.Thomas Ken 1637-1711
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