tan Brofedigaethau ar y Ddaear) Pan allwyf ddarllen eglurhad O'm hawl i freintiau'r nefol wlad, O'm hofnau oll 'rwy'n ymiachâu, Gan sychu'm dagrau a llawenhau. Pe codai'r byd ac uffern ddu, Mewn arfau'n erbyn f'enaid cu; Gwnawn wenu'n llon ar hyn o bryd, Er llid y fall a gwg y byd. Pe doi gofalon megys llif, A llym ofidiau heb ddim rhif, Mi gyrchwn at fy Nuw i'r nef, I orphwys dan ei nodded ef. Diflino f'enaid yno gawn, Mewn moroedd o orphwysdra llawn, Ac ni ddoi un flinderus dòn Byth mwy dros fy heddychol fron. Gan sychu'm :: A sychu'm Gwnawn wenu'n llon :: Mi allwn wenu Pe doi gofalon :: Doed blîn ofalon yno gawn :: yno caf moroedd o ... llawn :: môr o ... nefol brâf dros :: ar draws
cyf. Dafydd Jones 1711-77 [Mesur: MH 8888] gwelir: Pe codai'r byd ac uffern ddû |
us under Testings on the Earth) When I can read the exposition Of my right to the privileges of the heavenly land, From all my fears I am healing myself, While drying my tears and rejoicing. If the world and black hell should rise, In arms against my dear soul; I would smile cheerfully at that time, Despite the devil's wrath and the world's frown. If cares should come like a flood, And sharp griefs without any number, I would set off for my God to heaven, To rest under his protection. Unwearied my soul would there become, In seas of full rest, And no grievous wave shall ever come Over my peaceful breast. While drying my :: And drying my I would smile cheerfully :: I could smile If cares should come :: Let grievous cares come would there become :: shall there become seas of full :: a sea of good heavenly :: tr. 2020 Richard B Gillion |
support under trials on earth) When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. Let cares, like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall! May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Isaac Watts 1674-1748 Tune [CM 8686]: Pisgah (Scottish/American air) |