O! Dduw, ein nerth mewn oesoedd gynt, Ein gobaith wyt o hyd; Ein lloches rhag ystormus wynt, A'n bythol gartref clwyd. Dan dy orseddfainc Di Cawn drigo'n dawel byth; Digonol yw dy fraich i ni; Fe'n ceidw yn ddi-lyth. Cyn trefnu'r bryniau uwch y lli, Cyn llunio llwch y byd, O dragwyddoldeb Duw wyt Ti, Parhei yr un o hyd. Yn d'olwg di daw oesoedd maith Fel hwyrddydd byr i ben; Fel gwyliadwriaeth nos mae'u taith A codi haul y nen. Mae prysur lwythau'n daear ni, A'u llafur oll ynghyd, Yn myned heibio gyda'r lli I fôr tragwyddol fyd. Dwg amser, fel lifeiriant cry', Ei blant i gyd i lawr; Ehedant ymaith fel y ffy Y breuddwyd gyda'r wawr. O! Dduw, ein nerth mewn oesoedd gynt, Ein gobaith am a ddaw, Bydd inni'n yma'n noddfa gu, A chartref bythol draw.cyf. William Owen Evans 1864-1936
Tonau: gwelir: Ein Duw ein nerth drwy'r oesau fu O Dduw ein nerth drwy'r oesoedd fu (Evans) O Dduw ein nerth mewn oesoedd gynt (Davies) |
O God, our strength in former ages, Our hope art thou still; Our refuge agaist stormy wind, And our eternal home of a roost. Under thy throne, We may dwell quietly forever; Sufficient is thy arm to us; It keeps us unfailingly. Before the arrangement of the hills above the flood, Before the fashioning of the dust of the world, From eternity God Thou art, Remaining the same always. In thy sight come vast ages Like short evenings to an end; Like a night watch is their moving on And the rising of the sky's sun. The busy tribes of our earth are, With all their labour altogether Going past with the flood To the sea of the eternal world. Time bears, like a strong torrent, All its children down; They fly away as flees The dream with the dawn. O God, our strength in former ages, Our hope for what is to come, Be to us here our dear refuge, And an eternal home yonder.tr. 2009 Richard B Gillion |
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.1719 Isaac Watts 1674-1748 Tune: St Anne (William Croft 1678-1727) |