O! c'od, fy enaid cu!
Anadla tua'r lan;
Yr Aberth gwaedlyd sy
'N ymddangos ar dy ran:
Gwel Iesu o flaen yr orsedd draw;
'Rwy'n argraffedig ar ei law.
Pum archoll gafodd ef
Ar fynydd Calfari;
Mae'r rhai'n âg uchel lef
Yn dadlu drosof fi;
A gwaeddi maent, "O maddeu, Dad;
'Nawr arbed, wele werth fy ngwaed!"
Ei weddi ef gerllaw
Wrandewir gan y Tad;
Ni fedr Duw droi draw
Erfyniau'i anwyl Fab;
Ateb y mae i'r gwaedlyd friw,
A d'weyd fy ngeni i o Dduw.
Cymodwyd fi â Duw,
'Rwy'n blentyn iddo Ef;
Ei lais maddeuol, gwiw,
Roes imi hawl i'r nef:
'Rwyf gyda hyder dinacâd
Yn gallu llefain, Abba, Dad!
Erfyniau'i :: Person ei Cymodwyd fi â Duw :: Cymmodir 'nawr fy Nuw
cyf. John Hughes 1776-1843
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O arise, my dear soul!
Aspire upwards;
The bleeding Sacrifice is
Appearing on thy behalf:
See Jesus before the throne yonder;
I am imprinted on his hand.
Five wounds he got
On mount Calvary;
Those, with a loud cry are
Pleading for me;
And shouting they are, "O forgive, Father;
Save now, see the worth of my blood!"
His prayer nearby
Is heard by the Father;
God cannot turn away
The pleadings of his beloved Son;
Answering is the bloody wound,
And saying I am born of God.
I was reconciled to God,
I am a child to Him;
His forgiving, worthy voice,
Gave me a right to heaven:
I am with persistent boldness
Able to cry, Abba, Father!
The pleadings of his :: The person of his I was reconciled to God :: My God is now reconciled tr. 2017 Richard B Gillion |
Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
On my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands;
My name is written on his hands.
Five bleeding wounds He bears;
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers;
They strongly plead for me:
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"
The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away,
The presence of His Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear;
My God is satisfied,
I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba Father," cry.
Charles Wesley 1707-88
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