Mae fy enaid am ehedeg
Ar adenydd ysgafn ffydd,
Ac yn syllu trwy'r eangder
Uchel, maith, at
bethau fydd;
'N awr mi welaf
Wlad o hedd yn agoshau.
Rhwng cymylau duon, tywyll,
Gwelaf draw yr hyfryd wlad;
Mae fy ffydd yn llefain allan –
Dacw o'r diwedd dŷ fy Nhad;
Digon, digon,
Mi anghofia 'ngwae a'm poen.
O! gwasgerwch dew gymylau,
I'r addewid rhoddwch le;
Nid i'r ddaear hon y'm ganwyd,
Tragwyddoldeb yw fy lle,
'N ol tywyllwch,
Cwyd o'r diwedd fore wawr.
Tôn [878747]: Catherine (David Roberts 1820-72)
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My soul is wanting to fly
On light wings of faith,
And staring through the high,
Vast breadth, towards
things that shall be;
Now I see
A land of peace approaching.
Between dark, black clouds,
I see afar the delightful land;
My faith is crying out -
Yonder at last my Father's house;
Sufficient, sufficient,
I will forget my woe and my pain.
O that you would scatter, thick clouds,
To the promise give ye way;
Not for this earth was I born,
Eternity is my place,
After the darkness,
May the morning dawn rise at last!
tr. 2017 Richard B Gillion |
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