O! c'od, fy enaid cu! Anadla tua'r lan; Yr Aberth gwaedlyd sy 'N ymddangos ar dy ran: Gwel Iesu o flaen yr orsedd draw; 'Rwy'n argraffedig ar ei law. Pum archoll gafodd ef Ar fynydd Calfari; Mae'r rhai'n âg uchel lef Yn dadlu drosof fi; A gwaeddi maent, "O maddeu, Dad; 'Nawr arbed, wele werth fy ngwaed!" Ei weddi ef gerllaw Wrandewir gan y Tad; Ni fedr Duw droi draw Erfyniau'i anwyl Fab; Ateb y mae i'r gwaedlyd friw, A d'weyd fy ngeni i o Dduw. Cymodwyd fi â Duw, 'Rwy'n blentyn iddo Ef; Ei lais maddeuol, gwiw, Roes imi hawl i'r nef: 'Rwyf gyda hyder dinacâd Yn gallu llefain, Abba, Dad! Erfyniau'i :: Person ei Cymodwyd fi â Duw :: Cymmodir 'nawr fy Nuw
cyf. John Hughes 1776-1843
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O arise, my dear soul! Aspire upwards; The bleeding Sacrifice is Appearing on thy behalf: See Jesus before the throne yonder; I am imprinted on his hand. Five wounds he got On mount Calvary; Those, with a loud cry are Pleading for me; And shouting they are, "O forgive, Father; Save now, see the worth of my blood!" His prayer nearby Is heard by the Father; God cannot turn away The pleadings of his beloved Son; Answering is the bloody wound, And saying I am born of God. I was reconciled to God, I am a child to Him; His forgiving, worthy voice, Gave me a right to heaven: I am with persistent boldness Able to cry, Abba, Father! The pleadings of his :: The person of his I was reconciled to God :: My God is now reconciled tr. 2017 Richard B Gillion |
Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice On my behalf appears: Before the throne my surety stands; My name is written on his hands. Five bleeding wounds He bears; Received on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers; They strongly plead for me: "Forgive him, O forgive," they cry, "Nor let that ransomed sinner die!" The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One; He cannot turn away, The presence of His Son; His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. My God is reconciled, His pardoning voice I hear; My God is satisfied, I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, And "Father, Abba Father," cry.
Charles Wesley 1707-88
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