Wel, dyma gariad uwch pob gradd -
Bu farw'r Oen dros euog rai!
Ond llawenhawn; er cael ei ladd
Mae heddyw'n fyw i faddeu bai.
Gadawai'r bedd, Ior cadarn oedd;
Esgynodd adre at ei Dad;
Angylion fyrdd, â llawen floedd,
Croesawent Ef i'r nefol wlad.
O! Seion wan bydd lawen iawn
Wrth gofio ymdrech Iesu cu;
Ennillodd fuddugoliaeth lawn
Ar uffern fawr, ac angeu du.
Byth, byth teyrnasa
Frenhin hedd;
Achub fyrddiynau trwy dy waed;
Darostwng uffern, myn y bedd,
A'th holl elynion dan dy draed.
Y Caniadydd 1841
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See, here is love above every degree -
The Lamb died for guilty ones!
But let us rejoice; although he was killed
Today he is alive to forgive sin.
He left the grave, a strong Lord he was;
He ascended home to his Father;
A myriad angels, with a joyful shout,
They welcomed him to the heavenly land.
O weak Zion, be very joyful
On remembering the effort of dear Jesus;
He won a full victory
Over great hell, and black death.
Reign forever and ever,
Prince of Peace;
Save myriads through thy blood;
Subdue hell, and may the grave,
And all thy enemies go under thy feet.
tr. 2020 Richard B Gillion
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