Bugail Israel sydd ofalus

Bugail Israel sydd ofalus
  Am ei dyner annwyl ŵyn;
Mae'n eu galw yn groesawus
  Ac yn eu cofleidio'n fwyn.

"Gedwch iddynt ddyfod ataf,
  Ac na rwystrwch hwynt," medd ef,
"Etifeddiaeth lân, hyfrytaf
  I'r fath rai yw teyrnas nef."

Dewch, blant bychain, dewch at Iesu,
  Ceisiwch ŵyneb Brenin nef;
Hoff eich gweled yn dynesu
  I'ch bendithio ganddo ef.

Deuwn, Arglwydd, â'n rhai bychain,
  A chyflwynwn hwynt i ti;
Eiddot mwyach ni ein hunain
  A'n hiliogaeth gyda ni.

The Shepherd of Israel is caring
  For his dear, tender lambs;
He is calling them welcomingly
  And embracing them gently.

"Let them come to me,
  And do not obstruct them," he said,
"The most delightful, holy inheritance,
  To this kind is the kingdom of heaven."

Come, little children, come to Jesus,
  Seek the face of the King of heaven;
Enjoying seeing you approaching
  For you to be blessed by him.

We bring, Lord, our little ones,
  And present them to thee;
Henceforth we ourselves belong to thee
  And our progeny with us.

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand
  With all-engaging charms;
Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,
  And folds them in his arms.

"Permit them to approach," he cries,
  "Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these
  The Lord of angels came."

Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
  Ye children, seek His face,
And fly with transport to receive
  The blessings of His grace.

We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,
  And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
  Thine let our offspring be.