Wele'n sefyll rhwng y myrtwydd
Wrthrych teilwng o fy mryd;
Er mai o ran, yr wy'n adnabod
Ei fod uwchlaw gwrthrychau'r byd:
Henffych fore
Y caf ei weled fel y mae.
Rhosyn Saron yw ei enw,
Gwyn a gwridog, teg o bryd;
Ar ddeng mil y mae'n rhagori
O wrthrychau penna'r byd:
Ffrind pechadur,
Dyma ei beilat ar y môr.
Beth sy imi mwy a wnelwyf
Ag eilunod gwael y llawr?
Tystio'r wyf nad yw eu cwmni
I'w cystadlu â Iesu mawr:
O! am aros
Yn ei gariad ddyddiau f'oes.
'Chlywodd clust, ni welodd llygad,
Ac ni ddaeth i galon dyn,
Feddwl nac erioed ddychymyg
Y fath ydyw Ef ei hun:
Tecach ragor
Yw na welodd nef na llawr.
Gwelaf graig a'm deil mewn stormydd
O gawodydd dwfr a thân;
Yn wyneb uffern a'i rhythriadau,
Holl breswylwyr hon a gân:
Cadarn sylfaen
A osodwyd gan y Tad.
Wrthrych :: Wrthddrych Er mai o ran :: Er o'r braidd Y caf :: Caf fel y mae :: heb un llen teg o bryd :: hardd ei bryd wrthrychau penna :: wrthddrychau pena ei beilat :: 'r peilat :: ein llywydd :: 'm Llywydd Beth sy imi :: Beth sydd i mi I'w cystadlu â :: Yw cymharu â'm rhythriadau :: rhuthriadau
1-3: Ann Griffiths 1776-1805
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See he stands among the myrtles
Object worthy of my heart;
Although in part, I know
He is above the objects of the world:
Hail the morning
I saw him as he is.
Rose of Sharon is his name,
White and rosy, fair of heart;
Than ten thousand he is better
Of objects the world prescribes:
A sinner's Friend,
Here is his pilot on the sea.
What is there more for me to do
With wretched idols of the earth?
I testify that there company is not
To compete with great Jesus:
O to stay
In his love the days of my life!
No ear heard, nor any eye saw,
And never came to the heart of man,
The thought nor ever the imagining
Of the kind that He himself is:
Exceedingly fairer
He is than heaven or earth saw.
I see a rock which keeps me in storms
Of showers of water and fire;
In the face of hell and its assaults,
All its residents who sing:
A strong foundation
Which was laid by the Father.
:: Although in part :: Although almost :: as he is :: without one curtain fair of appearance :: beautiful his appearance :: his pilot :: the pilot :: our director :: my Director :: To compete with :: To compare with my :: tr. 2008,16 Richard B Gillion |
There he stands among the myrtles, Worthiest object of my love.tr. H A Hodges 1905-76
Lo, between the myrtles standing, One who merits well my love.tr. H Idris Bell 1879–1967
Lo, between the myrtles standing, One who merits all my love.tr. Jane Owen 1899-1992 |