Pa hŷd, fy Arglwydd Dduw dilyth,
Ai byth yr wyf mewn anghof?
Pa guddio'r wyt, O Dduw, pa hyd,
Dy lân wynebpryd rhagof?
Pa hŷd y rhêd meddyliau tro,
Bob awr i flino 'nghalon?
Pa hŷd y câf ddïodde' cûr,
Tra codir fy nghaseion?
O Arglwydd! edrych arnaf fi,
A chlyw fy ngweddi'r awrhon;
Agor fy llygaid rhag eu cau
Yn nghysgfa angeu digllon.
Pe llithrwn ddim,
rhag maint yw'r llid,
Fe dd'wedid fy ngorchfygu:
A llawen fyddai fy holl gas;
Dal fi o'th ras i fynu.
Minnau'n dy nawdd a rois fy ffydd,
A'm holl lawenydd eithaf:
Canaf i'm Duw a'm helpiodd i,
Gwnaf gerddi i'r Goruchaf.
rhag maint :: gan faint am helpiodd i :: fy nghymhorth i
Tonau [MS 8787]: gwelir: Galw 'rwyf arnat am dy fod |
How long, my unfailing Lord God,
Will I be forever forgotten?
Why art thou hiding, O God, so long,
Thy holy face from me?
How long shall my turning thoughts run,
Every hour to grieve my heart?
How long shall I get to suffer a blow,
While those who hate me are raised?
O Lord, look upon me,
And hear my prayer now!
Open my eyes lest they close
In the sleep of bitter death.
If I should slip at all,
how great is the anger,
It would be said I was defeated:
And joyful would be all my foe;
Hold me up by thy grace.
But I, in thy protection I put my faith,
And all my utmost joy:
I will sing to my God who helped me,
I will make music to the Most High.
:: who helped me :: my help tr. 2009,17 Richard B Gillion |
1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
must I for ever mourn?
How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
Oh! never to return?
2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul,
and grief my heart oppress?
How long my enemies insult,
and I have no redress?
3 O hear! and to my longing eyes
restore thy wonted light!
And suddenly, or I shall sleep
in everlasting night.
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast,
'twas their own strength o'ercame,
Permit not them that vex my soul
to triumph in my shame.
5 Since I have always placed my trust
beneath thy mercy's wing,
Thy saving health will come, and then
my heart with joy shall spring:
6 Then shall my song, with praise inspired,
to thee, my God, ascend;
Who to thy servant in distress
such bounty didst extend.
N Tate & N Brady |