Y sawl sy deilwng, gwyn ei fyd,
Drwy faddeu i gyd
ei drosedd;
A chuddiwyd fyth
ei wrthun fai,
Ei bechod a'i anwiredd.
Gwyn fyd y dyn na chyfrif Duw,
Ei amryw feiau iddo,
A'r hwn newidiwyd oll er gwell,
Fel nad oes dichell ynddo.
Cyfaddef'r ym o'th flaen yn awr,
O Dduw, ein mawr gamweddau;
Tosturia wrthym, nefol Dad,
A maddeu'n rhad ein beiau.
Yn lloches gadarn ini bydd;
Bod dydd bo'm dan dy aden:
Ac amgylchyna ni ar led,
A chân ymwared lawen.
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1,2,3,(4).
Y sawl sy deilwng, gwyn ei fyd,
Drwy fadde'i gyd
ei drosedd;
Ac y cysgodwyd ei holl fai,
Ei bechod, a'i anwiredd.
A'r dyn â gwynfyd Duw
a'i llwydd,
Ni chyfri'r Arglwydd iddo,
Mo'i gamweddau;
yr hwn ni chaed
Dim twyll dichellfrad ynddo.
Rhyw loches gadarn wyt i mi,
Rhag ing
y'm cedwi'n ffyddlon;
Ac amgylchyni fi ar led
A cherdd ymwared gyson.
Chwychwi gyfiawnion tirion, ewch,
A llawenhewch yn hylwydd:
Pob uniawn galon yn ddi lyth,
Clodfored byth yr Arglwydd.
Mo'i gamweddau; yr hwn :: Mo ei gamweddau; ac Ac amgylchyni fi :: Amgylchyni fyfi
Tonau [MS 8787]: |
Whoever is worthy, blessed is he,
Through the forgiving
of all his transgressions;
And forgiven forever were
his repugnant faults,
His sin and his falsehood.
Blessed is the man to whom God does not
Account his faults,
And he who was changed all for the better,
That this is no deception in him.
Confessing are we before thee now,
O God, our great transgressions;
Have mercy upon us, heavenly Faather,
And forgive freely ou faults.
A secure refuge to us be thou;
Every day may we me under thy wing:
And surround us widely,
With a joyful song of deliverance.
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Whoever is worthy, blessed is he,
Through the forgiving
of his transgressions;
And having had covered all his faults,
His sin, and his falsehood.
And the man with God's blessing
and his prosperity,
The Lord does not account to him,
Any of his mistakes;
as for him there is found
No artful treachery in him.
Some strong refuge art thou to me,
From anguish
thou wilt keep me faithfully;
And thou wilt surround me abroad
With a constant song of deliverance.
Ye tender righteous ones, go,
And rejoice abundantly:
Every upright, sincere heart,
Extol forever the Lord.
Any of his mistakes; as for him :: Any of his mistakes; and And thou wilt surround me :: Thou wilt surround me tr. 2010,25 Richard B Gillion |
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