Y mae'r iachawdwriaeth
yn helaeth o hyd,
Y gwahodd rhyw luoedd
o bobloedd y byd;
Iawn anwyl! ffynhonau,
a ffrydiau i'n rai,
O'r nefoedd ddylifant
o'i drefniant didrai.
Y mudion, y deillion,
efryddion i fri,
Wahoddir mewn heddwch -
O deuwch i dŷ;
Y gauaf tragywydd
ddaw'n ebrwydd yn wir,
Fe ŷr annuwiolion,
rai taerion o'r tir.
Mae drws hawdd ei weled,
agored i'w gael,
A gwledd gan yr Arglwydd,
Ior hylwydd, fawr hael;
A phob peth yn barod
i'w ganfod yn gu,
Nis ceir gan neb arall
ei bath, ac ni bu.
Diddanus yn gwbl
yw meddwl am wawr
Y gwynfyd gyrhaeddant,
a'i fwyniant mor fawr;
Yn awr gorfoleddwn,
a bloeddiwn heb lai,
Mewn gobaith o unwedd
bur hedd i barhau.
Gogoniant ar gynydd -
tragywydd trig hwn,
I ran y rhai union,
a gweinion, mi gwn,
Gras Iesu'n oes oesoedd,
wna'r nefoedd eu nhyth,
Gwir olud a mwyniant
a feddant hwy fyth.
Byth, byth y bydd Seion,
dêg wiwlon ei gwedd,
Y'nghanol y bywyd,
yn hyfryd mewn hedd;
Heb un yn glaf mwyach,
ond holliach o hyd,
Y'mhell uwchlaw duon
helbulon y byd.
David Saunders 1769-1840
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The salvation is
abundant still,
It invites some multitudes
of the people of the world;
Dear atonement! fountains,
and streams to ours,
From heaven they flow
from his unebbing purposes.
The mute, the blind,
lame, to honour
Are invited in peace -
I come to a house;
The winter of eternity
is truly coming quickly,
It will drive ungodly,
fierce ones from the land.
The door is easy to see,
open to be got,
And a greatly plentiful feast
from the Lord, a prosperous Sovereign;
And everything ready,
dearly to be discovered,
From no-one of his like is it
to be got, nor ever was it.
Completely comforting
is thinking about the dawn
The bliss that they reach,
and its enjoyment so great;
Now let us rejoice,
and let us shout no less,
In hope of the unity
of pure peace to endure.
Glory increasing -
for eternity this shall dwell,
As the portion of the upright ones,
and the weak, I know,
The grace of Jesus forever and ever,
shall make heaven their nest,
True wealth and enjoyment
they shall possess forever.
Forever, forever Zion shall be,
beautifully fair of countenance
In the midst of life,
delightfully in peace;
With no illness anymore,
but always wholly healthy,
Far above the black
tumults of the world.
tr. 2023 Richard B Gillion
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