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1,2,3; 1,2,4,5,6; 1,2,(4,7); 1,2,8.
Ni phery ddim yn hir,
Y ddu dymhestlog nos,
Ni phwyntiwyd oesoedd maith,
I neb i gario'r groes:
Mae'r hyfryd wawr, sy'n g'leuo draw,
Yn d'weyd fod bore braf gerllaw.
Mi wela'r cwmwl du,
Yn awr y'mron a ffoi,
A gwynt y gogledd sy,
Ychydig bach yn troi;
'Nol tymhestl fawr, daw yn y man,
Ryw hyfryd hîn ar f'enaid gwan.
Mi welaf oleu'r haul
Ar fryniau 'r nefol wlad,
Yn dangos imi sail
Fy ngobaith am ryddhad;
Fy enw sydd ar lyfrau'r nef,
Ac nid oes a'i dilëa ef.
Noddfa pechadur trist,
Tan pob drylliedig friw,
A phwys enogrwydd llym,
Yn unig yw fy Nuw:
'Does enw i'w gael o dan y nef,
Yn unig ond ei enw ef.
O na allwn roddi 'mhwys,
Ar dy ardderchog law,
A gado i gystudd ddod,
Oddiyma ac o draw:
A byw tan nawdd
y dwyfol waed,
Y'ngolwg hyfryd dŷ fy Nhad.
O ffynnon fawr o hedd,
O anchwiliadwy fôr!
Sy'n cynnwys ynddo ei hun,
Ryw annherfynol stôr:
Bydd miloedd maith yn canu'n llon,
Drag'wyddol anthem ger ei fron.
Mae'm siwrna'i yn y blaen,
'Does diwedd ar fy nhaith,
Nes landio mewn yn lân
I dragwyddoldeb maith;
Yr ochr draw fy nghartref yw
O fewn y wlad lle mae tŷ Nuw.
Melusach tŷ fy Nhad,
Ar ol y 'storom fawr;
Po fwya'r croesau gaed,
Mae'n hawsach gado'r llawr:
O hyfryd wel'd fydd yn y man,
Pob bryn a ddringais i i'r lan.
1,2,(3).
Ni phery ddim yn hir,
Yn ddû dymhestlog nos,
Ni threfnwyd amser maith,
I neb i gario'r groes;
Mae'r hyfryd wawr, sy'n tori draw,
Yn d'weyd fod bore brâf gerllaw.
 heibio'r dywell nos,
Fe ffŷ cymylau'r nen,
Fe ddaw'r addewid wir
A'r geiriau pur i ben;
Ceir gwel'd, ceir gwel'd yr hyfryd dir
Ar fyr o dro yn oleu, glir.
Mi welaf oleu'r haul
Ar fryniau Tŷ fy Nhad;
Yn dangos i mi sail
Fy iachawdwriaeth rad -
Fod f'enw fry ar lyfrau'r nef,
Ac nod oes a'i dilëa ef.
Pan gwyd yr haul, mewn goleu clir
Tonau [12.12.8.8]:
Gwelir: |
It will not continue long,
The black tempestuous night,
It is not appointed for long ages,
To anyone to carry the cross:
The lovely dawn, which is lighting yonder,
Is saying that a fine morning is at hand.
I see the black cloud,
Now before me flee,
And the north wind which,
In a little while will turn;
Behind a great tempest, will come soon,
Some lovely weather on my weak soul.
I see the light of the sun
On the hills of the heavenly country,
Showing to me the basis
Of my hope for freedom;
My name is on the books of heaven,
And there is none that shall delete it.
The refuge of a sad sinner,
Under every crushing bruise,
And the weight of sharp guilt,
Is my God alone:
There is no name found under heaven,
But his name alone.
O that I might lean,
On thy excellent hand,
Which keeps affliction from coming,
From near and from far:
And live under the protection
of the divine blood,
The lovely sight of my Father's house.
O great fount of peace,
O unsearchable sea!
Which includes within himself,
Some unending store:
Vast thousands shall be singing cheerfully,
An eternal anthem before him.
My journey is ahead,
There is no end to my travel,
Until I land in on the shore
To vast eternity;
On the other side my home is
Within the land where my Father's house is.
Sweetest house of my Father,
After the great storm;
However great the crosses had,
It is easier to leave the earth:
O delightful to see what shall be soon,
Every hill I have climbed up.
It will not continue long,
As a black tempestuous night,
It is not arranged for a time,
For anyone to carry the cross:
The lovely dawn, which is breaking yonder,
Is saying that a fine morning is at hand.
The dark night is passing,
The clouds of the sky are fleeing,
Coming is the true promise
And his pure words to be;
It may be seen, it may be seen the lovely land
And soon to come light and clear.
I see the light of the sun
On the hills of my Father's house;
Showing me the foundation
Of my free salvation -
That my name is on the books of heaven,
And there is none that shall delete it.
When the sun rises, in clear light tr. 2009,21 Richard B Gillion |
It shall not long remain,
This dark tempestuous night;
Not long doth Christ ordain,
To bear the cross, and fight:
Behold the herald Dawn appear,
Auspicious morn is drawing near.
tr.1854 Joseph Morris
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