Pa deilwng glod a gawn ni ddwyn, I'r Iesu gwiw, ein Harglwydd mwyn; Pan y mae cân angylion nef, Mor bell islaw ei haeddiant ef. Teilwng yw hardd Dywysog hedd, Gas gynt ei ladd, a'i roi'n y bedd; Teilwng i adgyfodi a byw Mewn mawredd ar ddeheulaw Duw. Caiff fythol barch o hyn i maes, Yn lle'r drwg air a'r gwawd a gas; Caiff ar ei ben ogoniant glân, A choron ddysglaer heb un draen. - - - - - 1,2,(3,4,5),6. Pa deilwng glod a gawn ni ddwyn, I'r Oen, ein Duw, a'n Harglwydd mwyn, Pan y mae cân angelion nef, Mor bell islaw ei enw ef. Teilwng yw Ef, Tywysog hedd, Ga'dd gynt ei ladd a'i roi'n y bedd; Teilwng i adgyfodi a byw, Teyrnasu ar ddeheulaw Duw. Nerth ac Arglwyddiaeth teilwng y'nt, I'r hwn gan Bilat farnwyd gynt; Ac iddo perthyn doethder dawn, Er gyhuddo o ynfydrwydd llawn. Fe biau cyfoeth nef a llawr, Er iddo oddef colled mawr; Rhowch iddo'r gallu o oes i oes, Ei wendid, gad'wodd ar y groes. Caiff fythol barch o hyn i ma's, Yn lle'r drwg air a'r gwawd a ga's; Caiff ar ei ben ogoniant glân, A choron ddisglaer heb un dra'n. Bendithion byth ar ben yr Oen, Aeth dan ein melldith ni a'n poen; Moled angelion Ef uwch ben, A d'weded pob rhyw ddyn, Amen.cyf. John Hughes 1776-1843 Psalmau Dafydd 1775
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What fitting praise we will get to bring, To the worthy Jesus, our gentle Lord, When the song of the angels of heaven is, So far below his merit. Worthy is the beautiful Prince of peace, Who got once slain and put in the grave; Worthy to rise again and live, In majesty at the right hand of God. He will get everlasting reverence from now on, Instead of the evil word and the mockery he got; He will get on his head pure glory, And a radiant crown without any thorn. - - - - - What worthy praise we will get to bring, To the Lamb, our God, and our gentle Lord, When the song of the angels of heaven is, So far below his name. Worthy is He, the Prince of peace, Who got once slain and put in the grave; Worthy to rise again and live, To reign at the right hand of God. Strength and Lordship are worthy Of him who was once judged by Pilate; And to him belongs the gift of wisdom, Despite being accused of being full of madness. To owns the wealth of heaven and earth, Despite his suffering great loss; Render ye to him the power from age to age, His weakness he left on the cross. He will get everlasting reverence from now on, Instead of the evil word and the mockery he got; He will get on his head pure glory, And a radiant crown without any thorn. Blessings forever on the head of the Lamb, Who went under our curse and our pain; Let angels praise him over head, And let every sort of man say, Amen.tr. 2016,21 Richard B Gillion |
What equal honours shall we bring To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to Thy name? Worthy is He that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groaned and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At His almighty Father's side. Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around His head, And a bright crown without a thorn. - - - - - What equal honours shall we bring To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to Thy name? Worthy is He that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groaned and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At His almighty Father's side. Power and dominion are his due, Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar: Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Through he was charg'd with madness there. All riches are his native right, Yet he sustain'd amazing loss: To him ascribe eternal might, Who left his weakness on the cross. Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around His head, And a bright crown without a thorn. Blessings forever on the Lamb Who bore the curse for wretched men; Let angels sound His sacred name, And every creature say, Amen.Isaac Watts 1674-1748
Tune [LM 8888]: Missionary Chant |