Yn ffordd d'orch'mynion, Arglwydd da, Cyf'rwydda fi mewn byd o bla; Na'd i mi gyfeiliorni'n mhell, Oddiwrth dy dystiolaethau gwell. Gwell i mi gyfraith d'enau di, Na chyfoeth bydol, parch, na bri; Gwell yw na dim cael profi'th hedd, Tu yma a thu draw i'r bedd. O maddeu 'meiau amal ri', Cadw fi'n isel gyda thi; Dan brawf o'm gwaeledd, nefol Dad, A theimlad o dy gariad rhad. Ac arwain fi a'th gadarn law, Nes d'od i dir y bywyd draw; I ganu'th glod, tu fewn i'r llen, Heb dewi mwy dros byth - Amen.Caniadau Bethel (Cas. Evan Edwards) 1840 - - - - - Yn ffordd d'orch'mynion, Arglwydd da, O arwain fi mewn byd o bla; N'ād i mi ŵyro tra b'wyf byw, Oddiwrth dy dystiolaethau gwiw. Gwell i mi gyfraith d'enau Di, Na chyfoeth byd, na pharch, na bri; Gwell yw na dim cael profi'th hedd, Tu yma a thu draw i'r bedd. O! cadw f'enaid ar bob tu, Nes dyfod drwy'r Iorddonen ddu, Ac at y saint yn Nghanaan, sydd Oddiwrth eu beiau byth yn rhydd. O Arglwydd! arwain fi'n dy law, Nes d'od i dir y bywyd draw, I ganu'th glod, fry uwch y nen, Yn mhlith y llu tu fewn i'r llen. eu beiau byth yn rhydd :: bob camsyniadau'n rhydd glod, fry :: glodydd
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In the way of thy commandments, good Lord, Train me in a world of plague; Do not let me wander far, Away from thy better testimonies. I prefer the law of thy mouth, To a world's wealth, reverence or honour; It is better than anything to get to experience thy peace, This side and beyond the grave. O forgive my numerous faults, Keep me humble with thee; Under the experience of my poverty, heavenly Father, And a feeling of thy free love. And lead me with thy firm hand, Until coming to yonder land of life; To sing thy acclaim, within the curtain, Without ever falling silent any more - Amen. - - - - - In the way of thy commandments, good Lord, O lead me in a world of plague; Do not lead me stray while ever I live, Away from thy worthy testimonies. I prefer the law of Thy mouth, To a world's wealth, or reverence, or honour; Better that anything is to get to experience thy peace, This side and yonder side of the grave. O keep my soul on every side, Until coming through the black Jordan, And to the saints in Canaan, who are From their faults forever free. O Lord! lead me in thy hand, Until coming to the land of life yonder, To sing thy praise, up above the sky, Amongst the host within the curtain. their faults forever free :: all errors free praise, up :: praises tr. 2019 Richard B Gillion |
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