O Ddewi sanctaidd,
gelwi'r gwlad yn gyson
Ar hyd canrifoedd maith
i'r dyddiau fydd,
O oes i oes gwrandawn,
er pob ymryson,
Dy eiriau di:
"Bydd lawen, cadw'r Fydd."
Crist oedd dy graig
a sail dy holl athrawiaeth,
Ei gariad ef
roes angerdd yn dy gri,
Ei ras oedd rym a'i serch
oedd wres dy bregeth,
Ei lendid ef
dywynnodd ynot ti.
Yn blentyn bach,
dewisaist Iesu'n unig,
A'i ysgafn iau
yn gu iti a gaed;
O'i bledig ef
'roedd popeth iti'n golled
Ond dwyn y groes
a dilyn ôl ei draed.
Moes di dy law
i'n tywys a'n hachlesu,
Rho dros ein hannwyl
wlad dy gymorth di,
Dwg ni at Dduw
yn ufudd i gyffesu
Iesu yn Ben a Brenin fyth i ni.
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O Ddewi sanctaidd,
gelwi'r gwlad yn gyson
Ar hyd canrifoedd maith
i'r dyddiau fydd,
O oes i oes gwrandawn,
er pob ymryson,
Dy eiriau di:
"Bydd lawen, cadw'r Fydd."
Moes di dy law
i'n tywys a'n hachlesu,
Rho dros ein hannwyl
wlad dy gymorth di,
Dwg ni at Dduw
yn ufudd i gyffesu
Iesu'n Ben a Brenin
fyth i ni.
Crist oedd dy graig
a sail dy holl athrawiaeth,
Ei gariad ef
roes angerdd yn dy gri,
Ei ras oedd rym a'i serch
oedd wres dy bregeth,
Ei lendid ef
dywynnodd ynot ti.
Yn blentyn bach,
dewisaist Iesu'n unig,
A'i ysgafn iau
yn gu iti a gaed;
O'i bledig ef
'roedd popeth iti'n golled
Ond dwyn y groes
a dilyn ôl ei draed.
cyf. T Gwynn Jones 1871-1949
Tôn [11.10.11.10]: Strength and Stay
Tôn [11.10.11.10.11.10.11.9]: St David |
O sacred David,
thou didst call the land constantly
Along vast centuries
to the days that shall be,
From age to age we listen,
despite all strife,
To thy words:
"Be joyful, keep the faith."
Christ was thy rock
and the foundation of all thy teaching,
His love put passion
into thy cry,
His grace was the force and its affection
was the warmth of thy preaching,
His holiness
shone in thee.
As a small child,
thou didst choose Jesus alone,
And his light yoke
dear to thee was found;
Because of him
everything was loss to thee
Except bearing the cross
and following his footprints.
Offer thy hand
to lead us and protect us,
Give across our dear
land thy help,
Bring us to God
obediently to confess
Jesus as Head and King forever to us.
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O sacred David,
thou didst call the land constantly
Along vast centuries
to the days that shall be,
From age to age we listen,
despite all strife,
To thy words:
"Be joyful, keep the faith."
Offer thy hand
to lead us and protect us,
Give across our dear
land thy help,
Bring us to God
obediently to confess
Jesus as Head and King
forever to us.
Christ was thy rock
and the foundation of all thy teaching,
His love put passion
into thy cry,
His grace was the force and its affection
was the warmth of thy preaching,
His holiness
shone in thee.
As a small child,
thou didst choose Jesus alone,
And his light yoke
dear to thee was found;
Because of him
everything was loss to thee
Except bearing the cross
and following his footprints.
tr. 2020 Richard B Gillion
|
O Great Saint David,
still we hear thee call us,
Unto a life
that knows no fear of death;
Yea, down the ages,
will thy words enthral us,
Strong happy words:
"Be joyful, keep the faith."
Christ was the centre
rock of all thy teaching,
God's holy will –
the splendour of its theme.
His grace informed,
his love inflamed thy preaching;
Christ's sway on earth,
the substance of thy dream.
In early childhood,
choosing Jesus only,
Thy fervour showed
his yoke was light and sweet!
And thus for thee,
life's journey was not lonely,
The path made plain
by prints of wounded feet.
On Cambria's sons
stretch out thy hands in blessing;
For our dear land
thy help we now implore.
Lead us to God,
with humble hearts confessing
Jesus, as Lord and King for evermore.
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O Great Saint David,
still we hear thee call us,
Unto a life
that knows no fear of death;
Yea, down the ages,
will thy words enthral us,
Strong happy words:
"Be joyful, keep the faith."
On Cambria's sons stretch out
thy hands in blessing;
For our dear land
thy help we now implore.
Lead us to God,
with humble hearts confessing
Jesus, as Lord and King
for evermore.
Christ was the centre
rock of all thy teaching,
God's holy will –
the splendour of its theme.
His grace informed,
his love inflamed thy preaching;
Christ's sway on earth,
the substance of thy dream.
In early childhood,
choosing Jesus only,
Thy fervour showed
his yoke was light and sweet!
And thus for thee,
life's journey was not lonely,
The path made plain
by prints of wounded feet.
1934 Francis E Mostyn 1860-1939
Tune [11.10.11.10.11.10.11.9]: St David |