Ni ddichon byd a'i holl deganau
Fodloni fy serchiadau nawr,
A enillwyd, a ehangwyd
Yn nydd nerth
fy Iesu mawr;
Ef, nid llai, a all eu llenwi
Er mor ddiamgyffred yw,
O am syllu ar ei Berson,
Ffel y mae yn ddyn a Duw.
O! na chawn i dreulio 'nyddiau
Yn fywyd o ddyrchafu ei waed;
Llechu'n dawel dan ei gysgod,
Byw a marw wrth ei draed;
Cario'r groes, a
phara i'w chodi,
Am mai croes fy Mhriod yw,
Ymddifyrru yn ei Berson,
A'i addoli byth yn Dduw.
Ann Griffiths 1776-1805
Tonau [~8787D]: gwelir: Nid oes gwrthddrych ar y ddaear O am fywyd o sancteiddio |
The world and all its trinkets cannot
Satisfy my affections now,
Which were won, and broadened
In the day of the power
of my great Jesus;
He, no less, who can fill them
Although so incomprehensible it is,
O to gaze on his Person,
As he is as man and God.
O that I may spend my days
In a life of exalting his blood;
Hiding quietly under his shade,
Living and dying by his feet;
Carrying the cross, and
continuing to raise it,
For it is the cross of my Husband,
Delighting in his Person,
And adoring him forever in God.
tr. 2009 Richard B Gillion
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Earth cannot, with all its trinkets, |