O mor faith a blīn yw'r oriau,
Heb im' weled gwedd fy Nuw;
Beth dal i mi'r holl bleserau,
Sy'n boddloni dynol-ryw:
Er i'r haul ddisgleirio'n harddwych,
Er blodeuo'r ddaear lās,
Er mwynhau pob gwych hyfrydwch
Ni'm boddlonant heb ei ras.
Neb ond Iesu, rydd im' gysur,
Tan fy ngofid blīn a'm poen;
Ffarwel hźn hudolaidd ddaear,
Mi ddilynaf gamrau'r Oen;
Er my mod i mor anheilwng,
Mi ddisgwyliaf wrth fy Nuw,
'Fe gyflawna'i būr addewid
Glynaf wrtho tra 'fo'i byw.
Arglwydd dyro im' adnabod
Dy fod, yn gyflawn eiddo i mi;
Maddeu'n llwyr fy holl gamweddau
Rho im' brawf
o'th gariad cu:
Dyro'th Yspryd im' diddanu,
Dyro'th Yspryd i'm glanhau,
Cymmer feddiant llwyr o hono'i
Dedwydd fyddaf yn ddidrai.
John Hughes 1776-1843Diferion y Cyssegr 1802 [Mesur: 8787] |
O how long and wearying are the hours,
Without my seeing my God's face;
What hold on me have all the pleasures,
That satisfy human-kind:
Although the sun shines beautifully,
Although the blue-green earth flourishes,
Although enjoying every wonderful beauty
They do not satisfy me without his grace.
None but Jesus, gives me comfort,
Under my wearying grief and my pain;
Farewell old enchantments of earth,
I will follow the steps of the Lamb;
Although I am so unworthy,
I will wait for my God,
'Tis he will fulfill his pure promise
I will stick to him while ever I live.
Lord, grant me to recognize
That thou art, fully belonging to me;
Forgive completely all my transgressions
Give me an experience
of thy dear love:
Grant thy Spirit to comfort me,
Grant thy Spirit to cleanse me,
Take complete possession of me
Unebbingly happy I shall be.
tr. 2018 Richard B Gillion
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