O! f'enaid, nac anghofia'r dydd,
Y daeth y Meichiai mawr yn rhydd;
Agorwyd i ni byrth y nef,
Trwy rin ei fuddugoliaeth Ef.
Mor hyfryd cael un dydd o'r saith
I'w dreulio'n hollol gyda'th waith;
Gorffwysfa dawel f'enaid trist,
A gwledd yw cofio
angau Crist.
Y mae gorffwysfa'n ôl i'r saint,
Mewn gwlad o hedd, O! ryfedd fraint!
Lle cânt fwynhau,
heb gur na phoen,
Dragwyddol Sabbath gyda'r Oen.
Peter Jones (Pedr Fardd) 1775-1845
Tonau [MH 8888]: gwelir: Y Sabbath gŵyl nefolaidd yw |
O my soul, forget not the day,
The great Surety came free;
Opened for us were the gates of heaven,
Through the merit of His victory.
How delightful to get one day of the seven
To spend wholly with thy work;
The quiet resting-place of my sad soul,
And a feast it is to remember
the deaeth of Christ.
There is a resting-place left for the saints,
In a land of peace, O wonderful privilege!
Where they may enjoy,
without beating or pain,
An eternal Sabbath with the Lamb.
tr. 2009 Richard B Gillion
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