Yr Oen a laddwyd ydyw rhan

Yr Oen a laddwyd ydyw rhan,
A holl hyfrydwch f'enaid gwan!
  'Fu neb o feibion Adda erioed
  A rhwymau mwy i ganu ei glod.

Ni phrofais ddim o tan y nef
Mor felys a'i gyfeillach Ef;
  Pe chwilid,
      ni chaid dim i maes,
  Trwy'r nefoedd fry,
      bereiddiach blas.

Rhagori ar ddeng-mil
    mae ei wedd,
'Rwy'n llawn foddloni ar ei hedd;
  Ni cheisiaf bleser tan y nef
  Ond digon o'i gyfeillach Ef.

Ei ganmawl bellach wnaf o hyd,
Er maint o boenau sy'n y byd;
  Dechreuais gân a bery'n hwy
  Nag y cair diwedd arni mwy.

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Yr Oen a laddwyd ydyw rhan,
A holl hyfrydwch f'enaid gwan;
  Fy Mrawd a 'Mhriod
      fydd ef mwy
  Yn mhob cyfyngder elwyf trwy.

A doed hi arnaf fel y dêl,
Ymffrostiaf ynddo byth heb gêl;
  Fu neb o feibion Adda erioed
  A rhwymau mwy i ganu ei glod.

Pwy o honoch chwi, gerubiaid pur,
Seraphiaid ac angylion gwir,
  A gafodd y fath fraint a mi
  Trwy angeu'r Iesu ar Galfari?

Wel, bernwch, chwithau seintiau 'gyd,
Sy'n teithio tua'r nefol fyd:
  Mi'r dua' oll; ond 'nyled yw
  Moliannu mwy ar f'anwyl Dduw.

O barna, dithau ddaiar faith,
Sy'n dal cenhedloedd o bob iaith,
  Neb arnat' fu, neu arnat' sy'
  Mwy rhwym i ddiolch na myfi?

Pe agorai'r Iesu uffern goll,
A roddi i'r ellyllon oll
  Ryw jubil faith, heb boenau mwy,
  Byddai arnai diolch fel hwynthwy.

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Yr Oen a laddwyd ydyw rhan,
A holl hyfrydwch f'enaid gwan;
  Cael huno yn ei gariad drud,
  Sydd fil o weithiau'n well na'r byd.

Anturio wnaf at orsedd nef,
Mae'm holl ymddiried ynddo ef;
  Mae'r ffordd yn rhydd,
      mae'r rhodd yn rhad,
  I'r sawl a gredo yn y gwaed.

Annrhaethol felus yw dy hedd,
A'th gariad sydd yn hyfryd wledd:
  Cael prawf o'i flas
      ddymunaf mwy,
  Nes llwyr iachâu fy nwfn glwy'.

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The Lamb who was slain is the portion,
And all the delight of my weak soul!
  None of the sons of Adam ever had
  Greater bonds to sing his acclaim.

I experienced nothing under heaven
So sweet as His friendship;
  If it were sought,
      nothing would be found,
  Throughout heaven above,
      with a sweeter taste.

Superior to ten-thousand
    is his countenance,
I am fully satisfied with his peace;
  I shall seek no pleasure under heaven
  But sufficient of His friendship.

Praise him henceforth I shall always,
Despite how many pains are in the world;
  I began a song that shall endure long
  Nor shall any end ever be found to it.

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The Lamb who was slain is the portion,
And all the delight of my weak soul;
  My Brother and my Spouse
      he shall be evermore
  In every strait I go through.

And come it upon me as it may,
I shall boast in him forever without a lie;
  None of the sons of Adam ever had
  Greater bonds to sing his acclaim.

Who of you, pure cherubim,
Seraphim and true angels,
  Got such a privilege as I
  Through the death of Jesus on Calvary?

See, judge, all ye saints,
Who travel towards the heavenly world:
  I the blackest of all; but is not my duty
  To praise evermore my beloved God?

O judge, thou vast earth,
That holds the nations of every language,
  On thee was not, nor on thee is
  A greater bond to thank than upon me?

If Jesus should open lost hell,
And grant to all the demons
  Some vast jubilee, with no more pains,
  I would have to give thanks like they.

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The Lamb who was slain is the portion,
And all the delight of my weak soul;
  To get to sleep in his precious love,
  Is a thousand times better than the world.

Venture I shall to the throne of heaven,
All my trust is in him;
  The way is open, the gift is free,
  To those who believe in the blood.

Unutterably sweet is thy peace,
And thy love is a delightful feast:
  To get an experience of its taste
      I wish for evermore,
  Until completely healing my deep wound.