Pryderus wyf o awr i awr Yn nyfnder nos y cystudd mawr; Ond mae fy ngobaith ynot Ti, O! dirion Iesu, arwain fi. Er dal yn gyndyn ac yn ffôl, A phleser gau yn tynnu'n ôl, O wagedd byd a'i holl ystaen, O! dirion Iesu, dwg fi 'mlaen. Mae hiraeth ar fy nghalon friw Am hyfryd wleddoedd cariad Duw; Yng ngwlad y newyn, dan fy mhla, O! dirion Iesu, trugarha. O! plyg fi'n isel wrth dy draid Nes profi rhin haeddiannau'r gwaed; I dŷ fy Nhad, trwy dân a lli, O! dirion Iesu, arwain fi.Evan Rees (Dyfed) 1850-1923
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Worried I am from hour to hour In the depth of the night of the great tribulation; But my hope is in Thee, O tender Jesus, lead me! Although stubborn and foolish, With vain pleasure pulling back, From the emptiness of the world and all its tin, O tender Jesus, draw me onwards! There is longing on my bruised heart For the delightful feasts of the love of God; In the land of hunger, under my plague, O tender Jesus, have mercy! O bow me low at thy feet Until I experience the virtue of the merits of the blood; To my Father's house, through fire and flood, O tender Jesus, lead me!tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
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