Bum ddall, O Arglwydd: gweld nis gwnawn
Hawddgarwch yn Dy rychiog rudd:
Ond mae'r prydferthwch oedd ynghudd
Yn awr i'w weld yn ddisglaer iawn.
Bum fyddar, Arglwydd! nid oedd dim
Mwyneidd-dra imi ym Dy lais:
Bwy'n clywed nawr;
a swyn parhaus
Sydd yn Dy eiriau anwyl im'.
Mud, Arglwydd, fum, heb fedru cân
I'th gariad a'th ogoniant mawr:
Mae'r wefus fud yn moli'n awr
Fel dan gyffyrddiad bywiol dân.
Mi fum yn farw gynt, O! Dduw,
Heb nerth i symud atat Ti;
Nes it' fywhau fy enaid i,
A'm dwyn o fedd pechodau'n fyw.
Ti roist i'r dall
weld goleu ddydd,
I'r byddar glyw -
i'r mudan iaith -
I'r marw fywyd: wele'r caeth
Yn awr o'i rwymau'n rhodio'n rhydd!
cyf. E Keri Evans 1860-1941
Tôn [MH 8888]: St Crispin (George J Elvey 1816-93) |
I was blind, O Lord: see I would not
The loveliness in Thy furrowed cheek:
But the beauty which was hidden is
Now seen very clearly.
I was deaf, Lord: there was not any
Enjoyment to me in Thy Voice:
I am hearing now;
and an enduring enchantment
Is in Thy dear words to me.
Mute, Lord, I was, unable to sing
To thy love and thy great glory:
The mute lip is praising now
As under the touch of living fire.
I was formerly dying, O God,
Without strength to move to Thee;
Until thou revive my soul,
And lead me from a grave of sins alive.
Thou gavest to the blind
to see the light of day,
To the deaf to hear -
to the mute language -
To the dead life: see the captive
Now from his bonds strolling free!
tr. 2014 Richard B Gillion
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Lord, I was blind: I could not see
In Thy marred visage any grace;
But now the beauty of Thy face
In radiant vision dawns on me.
Lord, I was deaf: I could not hear
The thrilling music of Thy voice;
But now I hear Thee
and rejoice,
And all Thine uttered words are dear.
Lord, I was dumb: I could not speak
The grace and glory of Thy name;
But now, as touched with living flame,
My lips Thine eager praises wake.
Lord, I was dead: I could not stir
My lifeless soul to come to Thee;
But now, since Thou hast quickened me,
I rise from sin’s dark sepulchre.
Lord, Thou hast made
the blind to see,
The deaf to hear,
the dumb to speak,
The dead to live; and lo, I break
The chains of my captivity.
William Tidd Matson 1833-99
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