Henffych i'r boreu hyfryd,
'Ddaw gelyn byth
nac adfyd,
I dir y bywyd fry:
Y seintiau ddaw 'nghyd,
Bob wyneb i'r byd,
Yn unfryd yno i ganu.
Fry yn Nghaersalem dawel,
Yn mhell o sŵn y rhyfel,
Caf uchel ganu clod;
Fy nefoedd ddiboen,
Fydd gweled yr Oen,
Fe dderfydd sôn am bechod.
Caf wel'd y Bod anfeidrol,
Y Tri yn Un tragwyddol,
Rhyfeddol nefol Oen;
Fe'm tynnodd yn lân,
Pentewyn o'r tân,
Fy enaid cân yn gyson.
O safn y pydew obry
Daeth Iesu i'm gwaredu,
Rhyfedda'i gariad cu;
Fy nyled mawr oedd,
Fe'i talodd ar g'oedd,
Fe brynodd y nefoedd i mi.
Yr heddwch wy'n feddiannu,
Ni fedr neb fynegi,
Ond yn ei brofi sy';
Tangnefedd difrad
Ym mynwes fy Nhad,
Trwy briod wa'd wy'n brofi.
Caf gyflawn fuddugoliaeth,
Ar gorph yr hen farwolaeth,
Pob llygredigaeth ffy;
Caf weled y Bod,
A'm carodd erio'd,
A seinio ei glod heb dewi.
Gwnair diwed ar bob gofid,
Fy nghystudd mawr a'm hadfyd,
Dihangaf i'r bywyd draw,
Gorphenna'i'n ddible,
I ganol y ne',
Fy siwrneu 'maes o law.
Mi gysgaf hûn yn dawel,
Tros ennyd yn y grafel,
Ne's dadrys trefn y rhôd;
Ac yna mewn hedd,
Y codaf o'm bedd,
Ar ddisglaer wedd fy Mhriod.
Gwnair :: Gwneir
Morgan Rhys 1716-79 Tôn [776557]: Fref Castle (<1829) |
Hail to the lovely morning,
In which will never come either enemy
nor adversity,
To the land of the life above:
The saints will come together,
Every face to the world,
With one intent there to sing.
Up in quiet Jerusalem,
Far from the sound of the war,
I will get to sing loud praise;
My painless heaven,
Will be to see the Lamb,
Mention of sin will pass away.
I will get to see the infinite Being,
The eternal Three in One,
The wonderful heavenly Lamb;
He pulled me wholly,
A brand from the fire,
My soul will sing constantly.
From the jaws of the pit below
Came Jesus to deliver me,
I will wonder at his dear love;
My debt was great,
He paid it publicly,
He purchased heaven for me.
The peace I am possessing,
No-one can express,
But one who is tasting it;
Sincere tranquility
In my Father's bosom,
Through his own blood I am tasting.
I will get full victory,
Over the body of the old mortality,
Every corruption shall flee;
I will get to see the Being,
Who ever loved me,
And sound his praise without ceasing.
An end will be made to every grief,
My great tribulation and my adversity,
I will escape to the life yonder,
I will finish undoubtedly,
In the middle of heaven,
My journey soon.
I will sleep slumber quietly,
For a while in the gravel,
Until the order of the sky unravels;
And then in peace,
I shall rise from my grave,
Up to the shining face of my Spouse.
:: tr. 2015 Richard B Gillion |
O welcome, blessed morrow!
No foe, nor
any sorrow
Can reach the land of life:
The conquering throng
Shall gather with song,
From all this world of strife.
In Salem's tranquil regions
No sound of warring legions
Breaks on the music fair:
The Saviour will be
My heaven for me -
And no one sinneth there!
There God is ever glorious,
The Lamb is all-victorious,
O blessed Three in One!
My soul was a brand
Plucked out by His hand
When shall His praise be done?
The grave will be so peaceful,
Until the dawning blissful
Shall wake me from my rest:
And then I shall rise
With joy to the skies,
In Jesu's likeness drest.
::
tr. Howell Elvet Lewis [Elfed] 1860-1953
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