Joseff hoff 'rwyf wedi blino

Mair:
Joseff hoff, 'rwyf wedi blino
  Gan bryderon oriau maith!
Oes rhyw gartref yn y golwg
  Lle cawn orffwys wedi'r daith?

Joseff:
Er ei bod yn nosi weithian,
  Paid, anwylaf Fair, tristáu:
Dacw olau yn y pellter -
  Pwy mor galed â'n nacáu?

Mair:
Pwyso 'rwyf ar dy ffyddlondeb, -
  Pwyso mwy ar gymorth Duw:
Fe ofala Ef amdanom,
  Cyfaill i'r tylodion yw.

Joseff (wrth y drws):
Teithwyr wedi blino ydym,
  Cawn ni lety gyda thi?
Cei,
    yn dâl am dy gywynas,
  Le yn ein gweddïau ni.

Gŵr y tŷ:
Na, nid oes dim cartref yma
  Am dy weddi, heb dy aur.

Joseff:
Bydd drugarog, paid â gwrthod
  Llety i'm hanwylaf Fair.

Mair:
Paid â'n gwrthod am ein tlodi,
  Gwêl mor welw yw fy ngwedd;
Os na chaf fi ddrws agored
  Raid fydd
      agor i mi fedd.

Gŵr y tŷ:
Dyna ogo'r anifeiliaid -
  Digon da i rai mor dlawd;
Ni chaech gan y rhai goludog
  Heno yn fy nhŷ ond gwawd.

Joseff:
Llonydd yw yr ychen yma,
  Gyda'u llygaid mwynaidd, Mair,
Gwell eu cwmni hwy, f'anwylyd,
  Na chael gwawd gan wŷr yr aur.

Mair:
Bodlon ydwyf, Joseff annwyl,
  Ond i ti fod gyda mi;
Wele, glân a chlyd yw'r preseb -
  A bydd Duw yn nawdd i mi.

Y Ddau:
Diolch i Ti, Arglwydd tirion,
  Am ein cadw rhag pob cam:
Ti yn unig, ymhob tywydd,
  Esmwythâ ofidiau mam.

Y Gynulleidfa
Bendigedig byth fo'r Arglwydd
  Am ei ryfedd ras i ddyn;
Fe ddanfonodd i'n gwaredu
  Ei anwylaf Fab ei Hun;
Canwn am dylodi'r preseb
  Oedd yn dangos golud gras:
Dyna'r gân, pan welwn Iesu,
  Genir byth â newydd flas.

Mary:
Joseph dear, I am exhausted
  With the worries of long hours!
Is there any home in sight
  Where we may get rest after the journey?

Joseph:
Although night is drawing on now,
  Don't, dearest Mary, be sad:
Yonder is a light in the distance -
  Who would be so hard as to refuse us?

Mary:
I am leaning on thy faithfulness, -
  Leaning more on the help of God:
He will care for us,
  A Friend to the poor he is.

Joseph (at the door):
Exhausted travellers are we,
  May we have lodgings with thee?
Thou shalt have,
    in payment for thy kindness,
  A place in our prayers.
  
The man of the house:
No, there is no home here
  For thy prayer, without thy gold.

Joseph:
Be merciful, paid â gwrthod
  Lodgings for my dearest Mary.

Mary:
Do not refuse us because of our poverty,
  See how pale is my countenance;
If I get no open door
  It will be necessary
      to open a grave for me.

The man of the house:
There is the animals' cave -
  Good enough for those so poor;
You would not get from the wealthy ones
  Tonight in my house anything but scorn.

Joseph:
Calm are these oxen,
  With their gentle eyes, Mary,
Better their company, my beloved,
  Than getting scorn from the men of gold.
  
Mary:
I am content, beloved Joseph,
  If only thou be with me;
See, clean and cosy is the manger -
  And God shall be a refuge for me.

Both:
Thanks to thee, tender Lord,
  For keep us from all harm:
Thou alone, in every weather,
  Calms the fears of a mother.

The congregation
Blessed forever be the Lord
  For his wonderful grace to man;
He sent to deliver us
  His own most beloved Son;
Let us sing about the manger's poverty
  Which showed a wealth of grace:
That will be the song, when we see Jesus,
  To be sung forever with a new zest.