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1,2,3,4,5; 1,3,5.
O iachawdwriaeth fawr!
A lifodd i ni lawr,
Yn ffrydiau pur grisialaidd byw;
Maddeuant i ni gaed,
A heddwch yn y gwaed,
O gariad rhad
ein Tad a'n Duw.
Y ffynnon loew hyn,
A darddodd ar y bryn,
Yn ffrydiau o anfeidrol hedd;
Rhyw fôr o gariad yw,
Dy heddwch Di, fy Nuw,
A nef y nef yw
gwel'd dy wedd.
'Does unrhyw drysor drud,
Fel Ef o fewn y byd,
Mae'n gwneyd fy ysbryd llesg yn llon,
Mwy'n llawen byddaf byw,
Yn noddfa bur fy Nuw,
Dan holl gystuddiau'r ddaear hon.
Mewn dyrys anial le,
Heb gyfaill îs y ne',
Y gallaf ond cael cwmni'm Duw,
Ddifyru'm hoes mewn hedd,
Nes myn'd i byrth y bedd,
Yn hyfryd wedd
dy wyneb gwiw.
Mi dreuliaf oriau f'oes,
Yn dawel dan dy groes,
Dim ond cael edrych ar dy wedd,
Perffeithrwydd pleser yw,
Y wledd o gariad Duw,
Fy holl ddyddanwch a fy hedd.
i ni gaed :: im a gaed 'Does unrhyw drysor :: Nid oes un trysor dan dy groes :: dan y groes Dim ond cael :: Ond im gael ddyddanwch a fy hedd :: ddiddanwch i a'm hedd
Nathaniel Williams 1742-1826
O Iachawdwriaeth fawr!
A lifodd i ni lawr,
Yn ffrydiau pur grisialaidd byw;
Maddeuant i ni gaed,
A heddwch yn y gwaed,
O gariad rhad
ein Tad a'n Duw.
Am iachawdwriaeth lawn,
Foreuddydd a phrydnawn,
Moliannu gawn yr Iesu gwiw;
Dyoddefodd angeu loes,
Yn ddiddig ar y groes,
A'i ddoniau roes i ddynolryw.
Gorphenwyd talu'n llawn,
Ar groesbren un prydnawn,
O ddedwydd Iawn! ni gawn yn llu,
Faddeuant yn ei waed,
A hollol wir iachad,
A Duw yn Dad, mewn cariad cu.
Rhyw dorf o ddysglaer lu,
O flaen y fainc y sy,
Yn moli'n gu, a'i mawl ar g'oedd;
Angelion pur eu cân,
A seintiau fawr a mân,
Yn Salem lân, byth wrth eu bodd.
Dafydd Jones 1711-77
Tonau [668D]: gwelir: Agorwyd ar y bryn Am iechydwriaeth lawn Mi dreuliaf oriau f'oes |
O great salvation
Which flooded down
In pure, crystal, living streams;
Salvation for us was got,
And peace in his blood,
From the free love of our God
and our Father.
This shining fount,
Which issued on the hill,
In streams of immeasurable peace;
Some sea of love is,
Thy peace, my God,
And the heaven of heaven
is to see thy face.
There is no costly treasure,
Like Him within the world,
He is making my fainting spirit cheerful,
Evermore joyful I shall be living,
In the pure refuge of my God,
Under all the afflictions of this earth.
In a troublesome desert place,
Without a friend under heaven,
I shall be able to get my God's company,
Who delights my age in peace,
Until going to the portals of the grave,
In the delightful presence
of thy worthy face.
I will spend the hours of my age,
Quietly under thy cross,
Only to get to look on thy countenance,
The perfection of pleasure is,
The feast of the love of God,
My whole delight and my peace.
for us was got :: for me was got :: under thy cross :: under the cross Only to get ::Only for me to get ::
O great salvation
Which flooded down
In pure, crystal, living streams;
Salvation for us was got,
And peace in his blood,
From the free love of our God
and our Father.
For full salvation,
Morning and afternoon,
To praise we shall get the worthy Jesus;
Who suffered mortal anguish,
Contentedly on the cross,
And his gifts he gave to humankind.
Paying was finished fully,
On the wooden cross one afternoon,
O happy Satisfaction! we get as a host,
Forgiveness in his blood,
And complete, true healing,
And God as a Father, in dear love.
Some throng of a shining host,
Before the throne are,
Praising dearly, and with public praise;
Angels with their pure song,
And saints great and small,
In holy Salem, forever satisfied.
tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion
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