O flaen gorseddfainc uchel ION, Dewch, bobloedd oll, dan lawenhau; Mawr yw ei enw uwch pob sôn, Efe sy'n lladd ac yn bywhau. Ei allu glân a'n creodd oll; Ein ffurf o'r clai a wnaeth i gyd: Fel defaid aethom bawb ar goll, Ond dyg ni'n ol i'w gorlan glyd. Ei bobl Ef ydym, praidd ei nôd; Ein Bugail a'n Harweinydd yw: Pa fawredd teilwng, a pha glod, A rown I'th enw, O ein Duw? Seiniwn dy fawl â bywiog iaith, Derchafwn lais hyd entrych nef: Daw'r byd a'i fil o filoedd maith I'th byrth ag un soniarius lef. Hwy pery d'air na môr na thir; Didranc yw'th gariad mawr a'th ras; Yn gryf fel craig y saif dy wir Pan gryno'r nef a'r ddaear las.Peter Jones (Pedr Fardd) 1775-1845 Tôn [MH 8888]: Denmark (<1835) gwelir: Wrth orsedd bur Iehofah mawr Wrth orsedd y Jehofa mawr |
Before the throne of the high LORD, Come, all ye people, rejoicing; Great is his name above every mention, He it is who kills and who gives life. His holy power created us all; Form us all from clay he did: Like sheep we all went astray, But he brings us all back to his secure fold. His people we are, the flock of his mark; Our Shepherd and our Guide he is: What worthy majesty, and what acclaim, Shall we render to thy name, O our God? Let us sound thy praise with lively language, Let us raise a voice to the vault of heaven: May the world come with its vast thousand of thousands To thy gates with one resounding cry. Neither sea nor land shall endure thy word; Unebbing is thy great love and thy grace: Strong like a rock thy truth shall stand, When heaven and the blue-green earth trembles.tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
Before Jehovah's aweful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone: He can create, and he destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us then; And, when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.Isaac Watts 1674-1748 Tune [LM 8888]: Old Hundredth (Louis Bourgeois 1510-72) |