Y Ffordd a'r Bywyd mawr Yw Iesu Grist o'r llawr I deyrnas ne'; O safn angeu glas, Pwy all'sai'n tynnu 'ma's O'r ffau uffernol gas? Neb ond efe. Gelynion lawer mil, Sy' o ddeutu'r llwybr cul Lle 'rwyf yn byw: Dal fi â'th nerthol law, Rhag crwympo yma 'thraw: Y tywyll ddydd a ddaw Bydd im' yn Dduw. Tan gysgod gwych y pren Sydd a'i frigau uwch y nen, Trig f'enaid byw; Er gelynion rif y gwlith, A swn y stormydd chwith Mi lecha tano byth, Im' Noddfa yw. O Arglwydd mawr, fy rhan, Ti wyddost ym mhob man Mae egwan wy'; Tueddol o bob tu I gwympo oddi wrthyt ti, Dal fi â'th allu cry' Rhag pechu mwy. Gwnes addunedau fil, I gadw'r llwybr cul, Ond ffaelu 'rwy'; Preswylydd mawr y berth, Chwanega etto'm nerth, I ddringo'r creigiau serth, Heb flino mwy. O Arglwydd mawr fy ngrym, Ni alla'i hebddost ddim; Gwan wyf erio': Y llesga' i gyd i ma's, O bawb a gafodd ras, Rho nerth im' gario'r ma's, Ti gei y clod. Meddyliais lawer gwaith O ddechreu dyddiau nhaith, Syrthiwn yn friw Dros greigydd mawrion chwith, Heb feddu heddyw chwyth, Diolch i'th enw byth, Wele fi'n fyw. Hosanna hyd y nen, I Frenin nefoedd wen, Am drugarhau Wrth furgyn ffiaidd gwael, A rhoddi i mi'n hael, O rad drugaredd gael Fy llwyr lanhau.Morgan Rhys 1716-79 Golwg o Ben Nebo, 1764. [Mesur: 664.6664] gwelir: Gwnes addunedau fil O tyred Awdwr hedd (Rho i mi … ) |
The great Way and the Life Is Jesus Christ from the earth To the kingdom of heaven; From the jaws of utter death, Who could pull me out From the detestable hellish lair? None but he. Many a thousand enemies, Are around the narrow path Where I am living: Hold me with thy strong hand, From falling here and there: On the dark day that is coming Be thou God to me. Under the brilliant shade of the tree Which has its twigs above the sky, My living soul shall dwell; Despite enemies numerous as the dew, And the sound of the troublesome storm I will shelter under it forever, It is a refuge for me. O great Lord, my part, Thou knowest in every place That I am weak; Tending on every side To fall away from thee, Hold me with thy strong power From sinning any more. I made a thousand promises, To keep the narrow path, But failing I am; Great dweller of the bush, Increase again my strength, To climb the steep rocks, Without wearying any more. O great Lord of my force, Without thee I can do nothing; I am always weak: The feeblest of all out, Of everyone who got grace, Give strength to me to carry the field, Thou shalt get the praise. I thought many times From the start of the days of my journey, I would fall bruised Over great, awkward rocks, Without possessing breath today, Thanks to thy name forever, Behold I am alive. Hosanna as far as the sky, To the King of bright heaven, For mercies To a detestable, base wretch, And giving to me generously, From free mercy to get Completely cleansed.tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
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