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a dyrchafedig goruwch pob bendith a moliant."
Iesu, mae meddwl am dy hedd
Yn lloni'm hysbryd i;
Ond O! melusach fydd dy wedd,
A'th bresennoldeb cu.
Ni thraetha llais, ni thraetha cân,
A'u doniau oll y'nghyd,
Felusach gair na'th enw glân,
Iachawdwr mawr y byd.
O! obaith pob pechadur prudd,
O! ffrynd y llariaidd rai,
I bawb a'th gais,
yr wyt bob dydd
Yn Dduw i faddeu bai.
I'r rhai a'th gânt,
O wele fraint,
Tu hwnt i'n meddwl ni,
Ni ddichon neb byth
ddweyd ei maint,
Ond dy anwylion cu.
Iesu, ein Duw a'n Brenin mawr,
Ein gwerthfawr drysor ni
Bydd i ni'n oll yn oll yn awr,
Ac yn y nefoedd fry.
Yn lloni :: Sy'n lloni O! melusach :: faint melusach gais, yr wyt :: geisia, rwyt Iesu, ein :: O! Iesu'n cyf. Aberth Moliant 1875
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and exalted high above every blessing and praise."
Jesus, thinking about thy peace
Is cheering my spirit;
But, oh, sweeter will be thy face,
And thy dear presence!
No voice expounds, no song expounds,
With all their talents together,
A sweeter word than thy holy name,
Great saviour of the world.
O Hope of every sad sinner!
O Friend of the meek!
To everyone who seeks thee,
thou art every day
A God to forgive a fault.
To those who possess thee,
oh what a privilege
Beyond our thought!
No-one will ever sufficiently
tell his greatness,
But thy dear darlings.
Jesus, our God and our great King,
Our valuable treasure
Is to us our all in all now,
And in the heavens above.
cheering :: Is cheering oh! sweeter :: how sweeter! :: Jesus, our :: O Jesus, our tr. 2013 Richard B Gillion |
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!
O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall,
how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!
But what to those who find?
Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus,
what it is,
None but His loved ones know.
Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize will be;
Jesus be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
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