Y dydd, y dydd sydd yn hwyrhau, A chladdwyd Brenhin hedd; O maddeu im' y beiau mau, A chudd hwynt yn dy fedd. Na ddigia wrth fy nghrwydriad maith, Na phalla im' dy law; Fy nghysur ar fy unig daith, Byth mwy na chilia draw. A phan êl haul fy oes i lawr, O aros gyda mi; Fel pan y torro'r fythol wawr, Y trigwyf gyda Thi.Hymnau Hen a Newydd 1868/1888
Tôn [MC 8686]: |
The day, the day is growing late, And the King of peace is buried; O forgive me my faults, And hide them in thy grave. Be not angry at my vast wandering, Refuse me not thy hand; My comfort on my lonely journey, Nevermore retreat away. And when the sun of my lifespan goes down, O remain with me; That when the everlasting dawn breaks, I shall live with thee.tr. 2025 Richard B Gillion |
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