Duw Israel sy'n noddfa a nerth,
Yn hawdd mewn cyfyngder i'w gael,
Mewn adfyd pwy draetha ei werth?
Mor barod y gweryd y gwael!
Am hyny pe siglai y byd
Pe treiglid mynyddau i'r môr,
Er tyrfu y dyfroedd yn nghyd,
Nid ofnwn
yn nghysgod ein Ior.
Mae afon a'i ffrydiau yn fyw,
I loni y ddinas i gyd -
Y lle a ddewisodd ein Duw,
Uwchlaw holl ddinasoedd y byd;
Os daw y gelynion ar dro,
Ar Sîon i ruthro'n gytûn,
Byth, byth ni symmudir
tra bo',
Yn drigfan i'r Brenin ei Hun.
Yn ofer, genedloedd y byd,
Y sefwch yn erbyn ei law,
Ei anadl a'ch gwasgar i gyd,
Y ddaear a dodda mewn braw;
Grym Arglwydd y lluoedd ei Hun
Sy'n ddigon trag'wyddol wrth rai
Pa beth wna ystrywiau pob dyn
Tra byddo Duw Sïon o'i phlaid.
O! gwelwch genedloedd i gyd,
Weithredoedd rhyfeddol yr Ior,
Gorchuddir holl wyneb y byd
A heddwch fel tònau y môr,
Rhyfeloedd a beidiant dros byth
Ni chyfyd creulondeb ei llef;
Anthemau mil
amlach na'r gwlith,
A genir i Frenin y nef.
William Ambrose (Emrys) 1813-73
Tonau [8888D]: gwelir: Mae afon a'i ffrydiau yn fyw |
The God of Israel is a refuge and strength,
Easily in straits to be had,
In adversity who can expound his worth?
So readily he delivers the wretched!
Therefore if the word should shake
If the mountains should trundle to the sea,
Despite all the waters being in tumult
We will not fear
in the shadow of our Sovereign.
There is a river with its streams living,
To cheer all the city -
The place our God has chosen,
Above all the cities of the world;
If the enemy comes sometime,
Upon Zion to rush all together,
Never, ever are we to be moved
while ever being
A residence for the King Himself.
Vainly, nations of the world,
Do ye stand against his hand,
His breath shall scatter you altogether,
The earth he shall put in terror;
The force of the Lord of hosts Himself
Is sufficient against those
Whatever the wiles of every man do
While ever the God of Zion is on his side.
Oh, see, all ye nations,
The wonderful deeds of the Sovereign,
To be covered is the whole face of the world
With peace like the waves of the sea,
Wars shall cease for ever
Cruelty will not raise its cry;
Anthems a thousand times
more numerous than the dew,
Are to be sung to the King of heaven.
tr. 2015 Richard B Gillion |
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