Y mae arnaf fil o ofnau - Ofnau mawrion o bob gradd, Oll yn gwasgu gyda'u gilydd Ar fy ysbryd, bron fy lladd: Nid oes gallu all gongcwerio Torf o elynion sydd yn un - Congcro ofn, y gelyn mwyaf, Ond dy allu di dy hun. Ofni 'rwyf na ches faddeuant, Ac nas caf faddeuant mwy; Ofni'n fynych na ches olwg Etto ar dy farwol glwy'; Ofni fod fy meiau'n taro Yn erbyn iachawdwriaeth rad, Ac na châiff fy enaid egwan Fyth ei olchi yn y gwaed. Deuwch, yr awelon hyfryd, Deuwch dros y bryniau pell, Dan eich aden dawel, rasol, Dygwch y newyddion gwell: Dygwch newydd at fy enaid - Fy enw innau yno gaed, Dedwydd enw'n argraphedig Yn yr iachawdwriaeth rad. Boed cyfiawnder maith y nefoedd Yno i sefyll o fy mlaen, Yn nyfnderoedd mwyaf ofn, Yn nyfnderoedd dŵr a thân: O gyfiawnder! aros yno, Ar fy mron ar hyny o bryd, Pan fo angeu yn gwahanu'm Corph a'm henaid yn ei lid. Annioddefol ydyw meddwl Marw heb im wybod p'un A yw dy gyfiawnder perffaith Wrth fy enaid bach ynglŷn; Dyna'r awr yr wy'n ei hofni, Dyna'r awr yn gyfyng sydd; Rho i mi nerthoedd y pryd hyny, Nes bo im ddihengu'n rhydd.William Williams 1717-91
Tonau [8787D]: gwelir: Deuwch yr awelon hyfryd Ofni'r wyf nas ce's faddeuant |
(Fear and Hope) I have a thousand fears - Great fears of every degree, All pressing together Upon my spirit, almost killing me: There is no power that can conquer A host of enemies that are as one - Conquer fear, the greatest enemy, But thy own power. Fearing I am that I got no forgiveness, And that I shall nevermore have forgiveness; Fearing often that I shall get no sight Again of thy mortal wound; Fearing my faults beating Against free salvation, And that my weak soul shall not Ever get washed in the blood. Come, delightful breezes, Come over the distant hills, Under your quiet, gracious wing, Bring the better news: Bring news to my soul - My own name is found there, A happy name printed In the gracious salvation. Let the vast righteousness of heaven be There to stand before me, In the greatest depths of fear, In the depths of water and fire: O righteousness! wait there, On my breast at this time, Whenever death be separating my Body and my soul in its wrath. Insufferable is thinking of Death without my knowing whether Thy perfect righteousness is Sticking to by little soul; That is the hour I am fearing, That is the hour of being in straits; Give me powers at that time, Until I have escaped free.tr. 2018 Richard B Gillion |
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