Pan ddeuai'r gelyn gau, A maglau o fy mla'n; Yn fy nghyfyngder rhoddais lef, A chlybu f'Arglwydd glān. O'i deml santaidd edrych wnaeth Ar adyn caeth mewn cur; Rhy fach i'w attal ef i lawr Yw moroedd mawr a mur. Nid oes cyfwng, nac un man Tra byddwyf dan y nef; Na chnawd nac ysbryd all fy lladd, Os gwaeddaf arno ef.Crynhodeb o Hymnau Cristnogol (Daniel Jones) 1845 [Mesur MB 6686] |
When the false enemy came, With snares before me; In my straits I gave a cry, And my holy Lord heard me. From his sacred temple look he did On a captive bird in pain; Too small to keep him down Are great seas and a wall. There is no strait, nor any place While ever I am under heaven; Nor flesh nor spirit that can kill me, If I shout out to him.str. 2018 Richard B Gillion |
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