Ynghanol nos, oleuni mwyn y nef, O arwain fi; Mae'n dywyll iawn, a minnau 'mhell o dref, O arwain fi; O cadw 'nhraed, ni cheisiaf weled mwy I ben y daith: un cam a bodlon wy'. Bu amser na weddïwn am dy wawr I'm harwain i; Chwenychwn gael a gweld fy ffordd yn awr O arwain di: Carwn y coegwych ddydd; er ofnau lu Balch oedd fy mryd: na chofia'r dyddiau fu. Y nerth a'm daliodd cyd, ni phaid byth mwy Â'm harwain i Dros gors a gwaun a chraig a chenllif, drwy Y noson ddu, Nes cwrdd â'r engyl hawddgar gyda'r wawr, A gerais gynt, ond gollais ennyd awr.
cadw 'nhraed :: cadw'm traed
weled mwy :: weled trwy
bodlon :: boddlon
O arwain di :: Arweinia Di
dyddiau fu :: blwyddi fu
ni paid byth mwy :: ni pheidia mwy
drwy :: trwy
In the middle of the night, gentle light of heaven, Oh lead me; It is very dark, and I am far from home, Oh lead me; Oh keep my feet, I will not seek to see more To the end of the journey: one step and I will be satisfied. There was a time that I would not pray for thy dawn To lead me; I would crave to get and see my way now Oh lead thou! I would love the gaudy day; for fear of the throng Proud was my heart; do not remember the days that were. The strength which has held me so far, shall henceforth never cease To lead me Across fen and heath and rock and torrent, through The black night, Until meeting with the beautiful angels with the dawn, Which I loved formerly, but I have lost this moment.
to see more :: to see through
Oh lead thou! :: Lead thou!
days that were :: years that were
shall henceforth never cease :: shall henceforth not cease
tr. 2013 Richard B Gillion
Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years! So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on. O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!
1833 J H Newman 1801-90