1,2,3,4,(5). O ryfedd, ryfedd gariad rhad! Trwy waed y groes 'rwi'n fyw; Fy ngwaith dros byth o hyn i maes, Fydd canmol gras fy Nuw. O dyma ffrynd, dywedwch pwy Sy' debyg iddo fe! A bery'n ffyddlon i mi trwy Bob trallod tan y ne'. O'm ie'ngctyd buost Arglwydd da Yn gymmorth i dy was; Tan lawer cwmmwl tywyll du Cynheliaist fi a'th ras. O Arglwydd etto moes dy law Nes delw 'i draw i'r bedd: Trwy'r holl anialwch dyrus maith I ben fy nhaith mewn hedd. Pan bwy' yn angeu'n crymmu ' mhen, Rho wên dy wyneb cu; Doed yr angylion yno'n rhês I'm dwyn i'th fynwes frŷ. - - - - - O ryfedd, ryfedd gariad rhad! Trwy waed y groes 'rwy'n fyw; Fy ngwaith dros byth o hyn i maes, Fo canmol gras fy Nuw. O dyma un, - dywedwch pwy, Sydd debyg iddo Ef? A bery'n ffyddlon imi trwy, Bob trallod tan y nef? O'm hie'nctyd buost, Arglwydd da, Yn etifeddiaeth fras; Dan lawer cwmmwl tywyll, du, Cynnaliaist fi â'th râs. O Arglwydd, eto moes dy law, Nes deuaf draw i'r bedd; Trwy'r holl anialwch dyrys maith, I ben fy nhaith mewn hedd. Pan b'wyf yn angeu'n crymu ' mhen, Rho wên dy wyneb cu; Doed yr angylion yno'n rhês I'm dwyn i'th fynwes frŷ.William Williams 1717-91 Tôn [MC 8686]: St Stephen (William Jones 1726-1800) gwelir: Iesu yw'm Ffordd i'r nefol fyd Tywysog mawr y bywyd clyw |
O wonderful, wonderful free love! Through the blood of the cross I am alive; My work from now for ever on, Shall be to extol the grace of my God. O here is a friend, - tell ye who Is like unto him! Who shall stay faithful to me through Every tribulation under heaven. From my youth thou hast been, good Lord, A help to thy servant; Under many a dark black cloud Thou didst uphold me with thy grace. O Lord, still give thy hand Until I come to yonder side of the grave: Through all the troublesome, vast desert To the end of my journey in peace. When I am in death bowing my head, Give the smile of thy dear face; May the angels come there in a rank To take me to thy bosom above. - - - - - O wonderful, wonderful free love! Through the blood of the cross I am alive; My work from now for ever on, Shall be to extol the grace of my God. O here is one, - tell ye who, Is like unto him? Who shall stay faithful to me, through Every tribulation under heaven? From my youth thou hast been, good Lord, A rich inheritance; Under many a dark, black cloud, Thou didst uphold me with thy grace. O Lord, still give thy hand, Until I come to yonder side of the grave; Through all the vast troublesome desert, To the end of my journey in peace. When I am in death bowing my head, Give the smile of thy dear face; May the angels come there as a rank To take me to thy bosom above.tr. 2020 Richard B Gillion |
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