Yn awr mae Rhagluniaeth
fel mammaeth i mi,
Gwych osgordd a chysgod
dda hynod oedd hi;
Rhagluniaeth ardderchog,
alluog ei llaw,
Sy'n cadw fy mywyd
o'r drygfyd sydd draw.
Pan gyfyd rhyw flinder,
gorthrwmder a thrais,
Rhagluniaeth galonog,
alluog ei llais,
Sy'n darpar rhag niwed
ymwared i me,
Er gwaetha'm gelynion,
rai creulon eu cri.
Ar fronau Rhagluniaeth
magwraeth a gês:
Gwnaeth ambell orthrymder
im' lawer o lês;
Mae dw'r gorthymderau
im' weithiau'n troi'n win,
Yn hynod o glasus
a melus i'm min.
Cael ambell gwpanaid
i'w hyfed o hwn,
Mi gariaf heb rwgnach
yn mhellach fy mhwn;
Bwytâf y dail surion
yn rhwyddion bob rhyw,
Wrth gael o'r Oen
dammaid i f'enaid i fyw.
Os pell o fy nghartre'
mae'r fangre i mi fyw,
Trwy drefniad Rhaguniaeth
fwyn odiaeth fy New,
Tan dirion gadwraeth
Rhagluniaeth o'm gwlad,
Defnyddied fi'n addas
yn nheyrnas fy Nhad.
Thomas Edwards hen ffrind | an old friend of Edward Jones 1761-1836 i | to Edward Jones mab | Edward Jones the son of Edward Jones 1761-1836 |
Now Providence is like
a foster-mother to me,
A brave bodyguard and remarkably
good shelter she is;
Exceptional Providence,
powerful her hand,
It is, who keeps my life
from the evil world which is yonder.
When some affliction,
oppression or assault arises,
Hearty Providence,
powerful her voice,
Is preparing from harm
deliverance for me,
Despite how bad are my enemies,
some cruel their cry.
On the breasts of Providence
a nurturing I got:
She made many an oppression
much of benefit to me;
The water of oppression for me
she sometimes turns to wine,
Remarkably tasty
and sweet to my lip.
To get many a cupful
to drink from this,
I love without grumbling
henceforth my load;
I shall eat the bitter leaves
as gifts every kind,
While getting from the Lamb
a morsel for my soul to live.
If far from my home
is the site for me to live,
Through the arrangement of gentle
Providence from my God,
Under the tender keeping
of Providence from my country,
Let it use me worthily
in the kingdom of my Father.
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