Dy wir
Sy'n drysor mwy na môr na thir,
Mae'n fywyd ac yn gyfoeth pur;
Y byd cyn hir
â'n ulw mân,
A'i hardd wrthddrychau
o bod rhyw;
Ond geiriau'm Duw
byth a barhâu.
O bydd
Yn nerth wrth raid o ddydd i ddydd,
I gredu'th Air cryfhâ fy ffydd,
Fel rhodiwy'n rhydd
heb ofni braw,
Er pob rhyw elyn
mawr a bach,
Nes dod yn iach i'r ochr draw.
Thomas Jones 1756-1820
[Mesur 288.888] |
Thy truth
Is treasure more than sea or land,
It is life and pure wealth;
The world before long
will go to fine dust,
And its beautiful objects
of every kind
But the words of my God
forever shall endure.
O be
A strength in need from day to day,
To believe thy Word strengthen my faith,
Thus shall I roam freely
without fearing terror,
Despite every kind of enemy
great and small,
Until coming whole to the other side.
tr. 2014 Richard B Gillion
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