Iesu, difyrrwch f'enaid drud Yw edrych ar dy wedd, Ac mae llythrennau d'enw pur Yn fywyd ac yn hedd. A than dy adain dawel, bur Yr wy'n dymuno byw Heb ymbleseru fyth mewn dim Ond cariad at fy Nuw. Melysach nag yw'r diliau mêl Yw munud o'th fwynhau, Ac nid oes gennyf bleser sydd, Ond hynny, yn parhau. O cau fy llygaid rhag im weld Pleserau gwag y byd Ac imi wyro byth oddi ar Dy lwybrau gwerthfawr, drud. Meddianned Ef â'i ddwyfol ras Fy holl serchiadau'n un; Na chaed o fewn fy ysbryd fod Neb ond fy Iesu ei Hun. Darfydded sôn am bleser mwy, Yn agos, ac yn mhell; Fel galwyf yfed dryfroedd pur, O ffynnon lawer gwell. Does gennyf ond dy allu mawr I'm nerthu i fynd ymlaen; Dy iachawdwriaeth yw fy ngrym A'm concwest i a'm cân. Byth, gorfoledda f'henaid mwy, Dy Briod yw dy Dduw: Mwy ydyw rhinwedd marwol glwy, Na phechod o un rhyw. A phan y syrthio ser y nen Fel ffigys îr i'r llawr, Bydd fy niddanwch i'r pryd hyn Oll ynot, Iesu mawr. difyrrwch :: difyrrwch f'enaid :: fy enaid Ac mae llythrennau :: Mae holl lyth'renau A than :: O dan adain :: aden bur :: glyd Yr wy'n :: 'Rwyf yn :: 'Rwy' yn :: Wyf yn Ond cariad :: Fel cariad Melysach :: Melusach munud :: mynyd hynny :: hwnw A'm concwest i a'm cân :: A'm concwest i a'm cân niddanwch :: nyddanwch ynot, Iesu mawr. :: yn fy Arglwydd mawr.
Tonau [MC 8686]:
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Jesus, the pleasure of my precious soul Is to look on thy countenance, And the letters of thy pure name are Life and peace. And under thy pure, quiet wing I am seeking to live Without taking pleasure ever in anything But love towards my God. Sweeter than are the combs of honey Is a minute of enjoying thee, And I have no pleasure which, Other than this, endures. O close my eyes lest I see The empty pleasures of the world And I veer forever from on Thy dear, precious paths. May he possess with his divine grace All my affections altogether; Within my spirit may there be No-one but but my Jesus himself. Let mention of pleasure vanish henceforth, Near, and far; Thus may I drink the pure waters, From a much better fount. I have nothing but thy great ability To strengthen me to go on; Thy salvation is my strength And my victory and my song. Forever, rejoice my soul evermore, Thy Spouse is thy God: Greater is the merit of a mortal wound, Than sin of any kind. And when the stars of heaven fall Like fresh figs to the ground May my comfort at that time be All in thee, great Jesus. :: :: And the letters ... are :: And all the letters ... are And under :: Beneath :: pure :: comfortable :: :: :: But love :: Like love :: :: :: :: :: in thee, great Jesus. :: in my great Lord. tr. 2008,16 Richard B Gillion |
My soul's delight I will proclaim, O! Jesus 'tis thy face; Each letter of thy holy name, Is full of life and grace. Beneath thy wing, thou Saviour meek, I would for ever be; No other pleasure vainly seek, My God, than loving thee. Than combs of honey sweeter is Thy favour to enjoy; In life, in death, no joy than this Will last without alloy. Thy strength alone supports each day My footsteps, lest I fall; And thy salvation is my stay, My joy, my song, my all.
tr. John Jenkins 1821-96
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