Aml yw mhechodau fel y sêr, Neu dywod glàn y môr; Ond trugareddau'r Arglwydd Nêr, Sydd yn anfeidrol 'stôr. Manasse, Magdalen a Saul, Dderbyniwyd genyt Ti; Mil mwy rhyfeddol, O fy Nuw, Oedd it' fy nerbyn i. Am iti 'ngwared is y rhod, Ac achub f'enaid drud; Uwch nag angelion canaf glod, Tra byddwyf yn y byd.Anhysbys efallai gan | possibly by John Bryan 1776-1856 [Mesur: MC 8686] gwelir: Trysorau o drugaredd sydd |
Manifold are my sins as the stars, Or the sand of the seashore; But the mercies of the Sovereign Lord, Are an immeasurable store. Manasseh, Magdalen and Saul, Were received by thee; A thousand times more wonderful, O my God, Was for thee to receive me. Since thou didst deliver me under the sky, And rescue my precious soul; Louder than angels I shall sing praise, While ever I am in the world.tr. 2021 Richard B Gillion |
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