Er rhoi bendithion yn ddi-ball,
Uwch deall dyn
i'w dirnad,
Mae eto ryw ddiderfyn stôr
Yn nhrysorfeydd dy gariad.
Dy nerth a ddaeth o'r nef i lawr
Ar lawer awr ddigalon;
Rho eto'r dwyfol nerth i ni
I drechu llu'r gelynion.
Dy drugareddau sy'n parhau
Er pob rhyw fai sydd ynom,
Ehedant fel angylion ne'
Bob bore tuag atom.
John James Williams 1869-1954
Tonau [MS 8787]: |
Despite giving blessings unfailingly,
Above the understanding of man
to comprehend,
There is still some endless store
In the treasuries of thy love.
Thy strength came down from heaven
Upon many a disheartened hour;
Give again the divine strength to us
To overcome a host of enemies.
Thy mercies are enduring
Despite every kind of fault within us,
They fly like the angels of heaven
Every morning towards us.
tr. 2025 Richard B Gillion
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