Yr hen gyfammod hwnw
Am bwrcas dynolryw,
Cyfamod newydd bywiol
Yn awr ei enw yw;
Lle mae'r holl addewidion
Yn cael eu cadw ynghyd,
Ac wedi'u tyngu'n sicr
Cyn gosod
sylfen byd.
A thyma un o'r enwau
Dymunol, arno gawn,
Ei roi'n Gyfammod pobloedd,
A ieithoedd lawer iawn:
Goleuni i'r cenedloedd,
I feibion Adda'i gyd,
A iechydwriaeth lawen
I gyrau pella'r byd.
Wel dyma'r pryd y rhoddwyd
Y cyfan yn ei law,
Y fu, y sy', neu etto
Hyd ddiwedd byd a ddaw:
A thyna'r pryd addawodd
Ef gynta' roddi'i waed,
A thalu lawr bob iota
Am bechod du i'w Dad.
Ac yno tyngwyd Iesu
Yn Archoffeiriad mawr,
I wneuthur aberth cymmod
Troseddwyr ar y llawr;
Y Tad ei hun a'i tyngodd,
"Offeiriad wyt i mi,
Ac ni bydd 'difa genyf
Byth bythol d'osod di."
I'w lān sancteiddrwydd tyngodd, -
'Doedd priodoledd fwy
Ymhlith y rhai a feddai,
Er amled oeddynt hwy;
A llw yw fyth nas torir,
Pe bai i'r nefoedd wen
I losgi fil o weithiau
Yn wenfflam uwch ein pen.
William Williams 1717-91Golwg ar deyrnas Crist 1756 [Mesur: 7676D] |
That old covenant
About the purpose of humankind,
A new, living covenant
Now is its name;
Where all the promises
Get kept together,
And have been sworn securely
Before the placing
of the world's foundation.
And here is one of the desirable
Names, upon it we have,
Giving it as a Covenant of peoples,
With very many languages:
A light to the nations,
To all the sons of Adam,
And cheerful salvation
To the distant corners of the world.
See here the the time that is given
The whole in his hand,
Which was, which is, or yet
Until the end of the world to come:
And there is the time he promised
When he first gave his blood,
And paid down every jot
For black sin to his Father.
And there Jesus was sworn
As a great High Priest,
To make the sacrifice of reconciliation
Of transgressors on the earth;
The Father himself has sworn it,
"A Priest art thou to me,
And I shall have no end
Forever and ever to appointing thee."
To the pure holiness he swore, -
There was no more condition
Amongst those who would speak,
Despite how many they were;
And an oath is never to be broken,
If the bright heavens should
Burn a thousand times
As a conflagration above our heads.
tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion
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