Pe buasai fil o fydoedd
Yn cael eu prynu 'nghyd,
A'r cyfryw bris, buasent
Yn llawer iawn rhy ddrud:
'Does angel fyth, na seraph,
Na cherub o un rhyw,
I'r filfed ran
all ddwedyd
Mor werthfawr gwaed fy Nuw.
Mae tân o fewn i fynwes
Myrddiynau pur y nef,
Rhyw newydd fflam wrth feddwl
Am werth ei angeu ef,
Yn attal eu caniadau
Wrth synu oll yn un,
I wel'd eu Duw yn dioddef
A marw yn natur dyn.
O! na allwn innau'r awrhon
Ehedeg fyny fry,
A dysgu rhyw ganiadau
Sydd gan y nefol lu,
Fel byddai cydsain hyfryd
Rhwng dae'r a nef yn un;
Caniadau anfeidroldeb
Marwolaeth Duw yn ddyn.
Am angeu'r groes
bydd canu
I dragwyddoldeb maith;
Ond im gael teimlo'i rinwedd,
'Rwyf bron ar ben fy nhaith;
Fy nefoedd yw ei deimlo,
A'i deimlo'n union sydd
Yn troi pob rhyw dywyllwch
O'm mewn yn oleu ddydd.
- - - - -
Pe buasai mil o fydoedd
Yn cael eu prynu ynghyd,
A'r cyfryw bris, buasent
Yn llawer iawn rhy ddrud;
'Does angel fyth, na seraff,
Na cherub o un rhyw,
I'r filfed ran
all dd'wedyd
Mor werthfawr gwaed fy Nuw.
Mi welaf yn ei fywyd
Y ffordd i'r nefoedd fry,
Ac yn ei angau'r taliad
A roddwyd trosof fi;
Yn ei esgyniad gwelaf
Drigfannau pur y nef,
A'r wledd drag'wyddol berffaith,
Ga'i yno gydag ef.
Pe unwaith y darfyddai
Awdurdod Calfari,
Darfyddai pob cysuron
Ar unwaith genyf fi;
O bawb yn sicr byddwn
Y truenusaf ddyn,
Fe'm llyncai'r bedd dychrynllyd
Fi'n fuan iddo'i hun.
William Williams 1717-91
Tonau [7676D]: gwelir: Rhan I/II - Pwy ddyry im falm o Gilead? Rhan II/III - Anfeidrol fyth anfeidrol Rhan III/IV - Gwell ganddo na halogi Rhan IV/V - Mae'r fath feddyliau mawrion Fe gododd Haul Cyfiawnder Mi welaf yn ei fywyd Ni fuasai gennyf obaith O enw ardderchocaf Pwy ddyry im' falm o Gilead |
If there had been thousands of worlds
Getting redeemed together,
With the whole price, they would have been
Very much too costly:
There is no angel ever, nor seraph,
Nor cherub of any kind,
For the thousandth part
to be able to be told
How valuable the blood of my God.
There is a fire within the breast
Of myriads of pure ones of heaven,
Some new flame on thinking
About the worth of his death,
Stopping their songs
While surprising all as one,
To see their God suffering
And dying in the nature of man.
O that I too could now
Fly up above,
And learn some songs
Which the heavenly host have,
Thus there would be a delightful chorus
Between earth and heaven as one;
Songs of the immeasurability
Of the death of God as man.
About the death of the cross
there will be singing
For a vast eternity;
But for me to get to feel its virtue,
I am almost at the end of my journey;
My heaven is to feel it,
And to feel directly that which is
Turning every kind of darkness
Within me into the light of day.
- - - - -
If there were a thousand of worlds
Getting bought altogether,
With such a price, they would be
Very much too costly;
There is never an angel, or seraph,
Or cherub of any kind,
For the thousandth part
to be able to be told
How valuable the blood of my God.
I see in his life
The way to heaven above,
And in his death the payment
That was given for me;
In his ascension I see
The pure residences of heaven,
And the eternal, perfect feast,
I may have there with him.
If once the authority
Of Calvary should perish,
Every comfort of mine
Wound perish at once;
Of everyone I would surely be
The most miserable of men,
The horrible grave would swallow
Me soon into itself.
tr. 2016,25 Richard B Gillion
|
|