O Iesu! mae D'enw'n
felusach na'r mêl,
Tra'n loywon ddwfnynau
o'r diliau y dêl;
A'r meddwl am danat,
Waredwr y byd,
Sy'n puro fy nghalon
wrth lanw fy mryd.
Troi'n hoen wrth Dy weled
wna lludded y llawr,
Nes yw fy mlynyddoedd
yn nefoed yn awr;
Nid ofnaf yn afon,
ac wedi mynd trwy,
Rhyfeddaf Di, caraf
Di, molaf Di mwy.
John Cadvan Davies (Cadfan) 1846-1923
Tôn [11.11.11.11] (D Emlyn Evans 1843-1913) |
O Jesus, Thy name is
sweeter than the honey,
So bright the drops that
come from the honeycombs;
And the thought about thee,
Deliver of the world,
Are purifying my heart
while flooding my mind.
Turn lively on seeing Thee
shall the dust of the ground,
Near are my years
in heaven now;
I shall not fear in the river,
and after going through,
I shall wonder at Thee, I shall love
Thee, I shall praise Thee evermore.
tr. 2018 Richard B Gillion
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