Mae yn y byd,
o hyd eu hoes,
Rai'n ammau nad oes Duw;
Yn awr eglura, er dy glôd,
I'r rhai'n dy fod yn fyw.
Mae rhai o'th blant
mewn cyflwr caeth,
Gan anhgrediniaeth dwys;
Amlyga i rhai'n y sylfaen sydd,
I'w ffydd gael rhoi ei phwys.
Gad i ni gael ein geni i gyd,
Trwy d'air a d'Yspryd di;
A phlanna'r anian sanctaidd rydd,
Un newydd ynom ni.
Edward Jones 1761-1836
[Mesur: MC 8686] |
There are in the world,
throughout their lives,
Some who suspect that God is not;
Now make clear, for the sake of thy praise,
To those, that thou art alive.
Some of thy children are
in a captive state,
Through serious unbelief;
Make obvious to those the basis which is,
For their faith to get to put its weight.
Let us all get born,
Through thy word and thy Spirit;
And plant the holy, free nature,
A new one within us.
tr. 2013 Richard B Gillion
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