Y nos bradychwyd Mab y dyn, Arlwyodd wledd â'i law ei hun, Trwy fara a gwin arwyddion gaed Yn faeth i ffydd o'i gorff a'i waed. Y bara gym'rodd yn eu gwydd, Ac yna rhoddodd ddiolch rhwydd; "Fy nghorff a dorir drosoch chwi - Bwytewch er cof am danaf fi." 'R un modd y gwin, yn gymun gwaed Gwir Oen y nef, ei ranu wnaed; "Dangoswch fy marwolaeth i, Cynifer gwaith yr yfoch chwi."Cas. o dros 2000 o Hymnau (S Roberts) 1841 [Mesur: MH 8888] |
The night the Son of man was betrayed, He provided a feast with his own hand, Through bread and wine there were signs Nourishing to faith from his body and his blood. The bread he took in their sight, And then he gave thanks freely; "My body which is to be broken for you - Eat ye in memory of me." Likewise the wine, in the communion of the blood Of the true Lamb of heaven, distribute it he did; Show ye forth my death, As many times as ye drink it."tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion |
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