Trwy y nos o brudd amheuon
Teithia'r pererinion mad,
Canant hoff ganiadau Seion
Ar eu ffordd i'r nefol wlad.
Trwy y gwyll yn glir disgleiria
Llewyrch Duw i'w harwain draw,
Brawd yn llaw ei frawd afaela,
Gan dramwyo'r nos
heb fraw.
Un yw nod eu hymdaith yma,
Un diflino yw eu ffydd;
Un y gobaith Duw enynna,
Un diswyliad hiraeth sydd.
Un y gân i fil yn felys
Atsain o un galon yw;
Un yr ymdrech hir peryglus,
Un yr daith dan dywys Duw.
Un eu gorfoleddus ganiad
Draw ar lan y dawel wlad,
Lle teyrnasa fyth mewn cariad
Un tragwyddol annwyl Dad.
Bererion, 'mlaen gan hynny,
Gyda'r groes yn nerth yr awn,
Dwyn gwaradwydd, ymladd drosti,
Dan ei chysgod gorffwys gawn.
Daw deffroad mawr ryw fore,
Rhwygir llenni'r
bedd cyn hir;
Pan wasgereir y cysgodau,
Daw y nos yn olau clir.
cyf. William Morgan (Penfro) 1846-1918
Tôn [8787]: Marching (Martin Shaw 1875-1958) |
Through the night of sad doubts
Travel the virtuous pilgrims,
They sing the dear songs of Zion
On their way to the heavenly land.
Through the gloom clearly shines
The gleam of God to lead them yonder,
Brother grasping the hand of his brother,
While passing through the night
without fear.
One is the object of their procession here,
One unwearied is their faith;
One the hope that God kindles,
One is the longing expectation.
One the song for a thousand sweetly
Resounding from one heart it is;
One the long perilous effort,
One the journey under God's leading.
One their jubilant song
Yonder on the shore of the tranquil land,
Where reigns forever in love
One eternal beloved Father.
Pilgrims, onward therefore,
With the cross as strength we go,
Bearing scorn, fight for it,
Under his shadow rest we shall.
A great awakening shall come some morning,
The curtains of the grave
shall be rent before long;
When the shadows shall be dispersed,
The night shall become clear light.
tr. 2020 Richard B Gillion
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Through the night of doubt and sorrow
Onward goes the pilgrim band,
Singing songs of expectation,
Marching to the promised land.
Clear before us through the darkness
Gleams and burns the guiding light:
Brother clasps the hand of brother,
Stepping fearless
through the night.
One the object of our journey,
One the faith which never tires,
One the earnest looking forward,
One the hope our God inspires.
One the strain that lips of thousands
Lift as from the heart of one;
One the conflict, one the peril
One the march in God begun.
One the gladness of rejoicing
On the far eternal shore,
Where the one almighty Father
Reigns in love for evermore.
Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers,
Onward, with the cross our aid!
Bear its shame, and fight its battle,
Till we rest beneath its shade.
Soon shall come the great awaking,
Soon the rending
of the tomb;
Then the scattering of all shadows,
And the end of toil and gloom.
Sabine Baring-Gould 1834-1924The People's Hymnal 1867
From the Danish: 1826 Bernhardt Severin Ingemann 1789-1862
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