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1,2,3,4,(5).
Chwythed yr awel deneu lem,
O fryn Caersalem newydd;
A rhoed fy ysbryd i mewn hwyl,
I gadw gwyl i'r Arglwydd.
O groesaw ddydd o orphwysdra a hedd!
Daeth Crist o'r bedd i fyny;
Fy nghalon sydd, a'm llygaid hyn,
O'i weled, yn llawenu.
Y Brenin mawr sydd yn nesâu,
I wledda'i seintiau heddyw;
Cawn eistedd yma a gwel'd ei bryd,
Ei foli o hyd a'i garu.
Un dydd yn wir melysach yw,
Lle byddo Duw yn dyfod,
Na mil o ddyddiau i'w mwynhau
Mewn gwael bleserau pechod.
Fy enaid mewn fath hwyl a hon,
Arosai'n foddlon hollol,
I ganu ac ymdreulio o hyd,
Nes myn'd i'r gwynfyd bythol.
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Chwythed yr awel deneu, lem,
Dros fryn Caersalem newydd;
Fel byddo'n hysbryd ni mewn hwyl
I gadw gŵyl i'r Arglwydd.
I fyny awn i fynydd Duw,
Esgynwn i'w gynteddau;
Dysg ini ei ffyrdd: — ac wedi hyn
Y rhodiwn yn ei lwybrau.
Awn felly 'mlaen
o nerth i nerth,
Yn brydferth, nes cael dyfod,
I foli Duw â llawen floedd
Yn entrych nefoedd uchod!
Dysg ini ei ffyrdd :: Dysg in' ei ffordd Y rhodiwn :: Ni 'rodiwn Awn felly 'mlaen :: Ac felly awn
Tonau [MS 8787]:
gwelir: |
Let the sharp, cutting, breeze blow
From the hill of new Jerusalem;
And let it put my spirit in a good mood,
To keep festival to the Lord.
O welcome day of rest and peace!
Christ came up from the grave;
My heart is, and these eyes of mine,
From seeing it, rejoicing.
The great King is drawing near,
To feast his saints today;
We may sit here and see his face,
Praise him always and love him.
One day is truly sweeter,
Where God will come,
Than a thousand days to enjoy
In the base pleasures of sin.
My soul in such a mood as this,
Would remain wholly content,
To sing and to spend itself always,
Until going to the everlasting bliss.
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Let the sharp, cutting, breeze blow
Across the hill of new Jerusalem;
Thus shall our spirit be in a good mood
To keep festival to the Lord.
Up let us go to the mountain of God,
Let us ascend to his courts;
For us to learn his ways: — and after this
We will wander in his paths.
Let us go, then, forward
from strength to strength,
Beautifully, until getting to come,
To praise God with a joyful shout
In the firmament of heavens above!
For us to learn his ways :: For us to learn his way :: Let us go, then, forward :: And so, let us go tr. 2011,17 Richard B Gillion |
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
The King Himself comes near,
And feasts His saints today;
Here we may sit, and see Him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day in such a place,
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
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