Marchog Iesu yn llwyddiannus

Marchog, Iesu! yn llwyddiannus,
  Gwisg dy gleddau 'ngwasg dy glun;
Ni all daear dy wrth'nebu,
  Chwaith nac uffern fawr ei hun:
Mae dy enw mor ardderchog,
  Pob rhyw elyn gilia draw;
Mae dy arswyd drwy'r greadigaeth;
  Tyrd am hynny maes o law.

Tyn fy enaid o'i gaethiwed,
  Gwawried bellach fore ddydd,
Rhwyga'n chwilfriw ddorau Babel,
  Tyn y barrau heyrn yn rhydd;
Gwthied caethion yn finteioedd,
  Allan, megis tonnau llif,
Torf a thorf, dan orfoleddu,
  Heb na diwedd fyth na rhif.

Mi debygaf clywaf heddiw
  Sŵn caniadau draw o bell,
Torf yn moli am waredigaeth,
  Ac am ryddid llawr gwell;
Gynau gwynionyw eu gwisgoedd,
  Palmwydd hyfryd yn eu llaw,
A hwy ānt
    gyd ā gogoniant
  'Mewn i'r bywyd maes o law.

Minnau bellach orfoleddaf
  Fod y Jiwbil fawr yn dod,
Y cyflawnir pob rhyw sillaf
  A lefarodd Iesu erioed;
De a gogledd yn fyrddiynau
  Ddaw o eithaf
      tywyll fyd,
Gyda dawns ac utgyrn arian,
  'Mewn i Salem bur ynghyd.

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Marchog, Iesu yn llwyddianus,
  Gwisg dy gleddyf ar dy glun;
Nis gall daear dy wrthsefyll,
  'Chwaith nac uffern fawr ei hun:
Mae dy Enw mor ardderchog,
  Pob rhyw elyn gilia draw,
Mae rhyw arswyd
    trwy'r greadigaeth;
  Pan y byddost Ti gerllaw.

Llama, Arglwydd, dros y bryniau,
  Doed y dyddiau gwiw i ben
Pan bo Seion, trwy fawr lwyddiant
  Yn ben-moliant īs y nen:
Enw'r IESU gaffo'i barchu,
  A'i ddyrchafu trwy bob gwlad;
Miloedd ddelo i gofleidio'r
  Iachawdwriaeth trwy ei waed.

gwelir:
  Capten mawr ein hiachawdwriaeth
  Clywch yr udgorn fel mae'n seinio
  Iesu llawnder mawr y nefoedd
  Llama Arglwydd dros y bryniau
  Mewn anialwch 'rwyf yn trigo
  Mi debygaf clywaf heddiw
  O llefara addfwyn Iesu
  Tyred Arglwydd tyr'd yn fuan (Dyro'n helaeth ...)

Ride, Jesus, successfully!
  Wear thy sword in the waist of thy thigh;
Earth cannot face up to thee,
  Nor yet can great hell itself:
Thy name is so superior,
  Every kind of enemy retreats far away;
Dread of thee is throughout creation;
  Coming to it imminently.

Draw my soul from its captivity,
  Let the morn of the day dawn soon,
Smash to pieces the doors of Babel,
  Release the iron bars;
May captives be pushed in droves,
  Out, like waves of a flood,
Multitude upon multitude, rejoicing,
  Without either an end ever or number.

Most likely I will hear today
  A sound of songs from afar,
A multitude praising for deliverance,
  And for freedom much better;
White robes are their garments,
  Lovely palm-branches in their hand,
And they will go
    together with glory,
  Into life soon.

I too henceforth will be jubilant
  That the great Jubilee is coming,
That fulfilled is each and every syllable
  Which Jesus ever spoke;
South and north in myriads
  Come from the extreme
      darkness of the world,
With dance and silver trumpets,
  Into pure Salem together.

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Ride, Jesus, prosperously,
  Wear thy sword on thy thigh;
The earth cannot withstand thee,
  Neither great hell itself:
Thy Name is so excellent,
  Every kind of enemy retreats yonder,
There is some horror
    throughout the creation;
  When Thou art at hand.

Leap, Lord, across the hills,
  Let the worthy days come to fulfilment
When Zion be, through great prosperity
  Chief praise under the sky:
The name of JESUS shall get revered,
  And exalted throughout every land;
Thousands shall come to embrace the
  Salvation through his blood.

Ride to battle, ride victorious,
  Gird, O Christ, Thy glittering sword!
Earth can never stand before Thee,
  Nor can hell itself, my Lord:
In Thy name such glory dwelleth,
  Hostile armies faint with fear;
And the wide creation trembleth
  When it feels Thee coming near.

Now release my soul from bondage,
  Let the heavenly day be known:
Burst the iron bars in sunder,
  Raze the gates of Babylon:
Thrust the captives hence in armies,
  Like the torrents of a flood;
Thousand after thousand singing,
  Countless - ransomed - multitude!

Even now methinks I hear them,
  Voices singing from afar;
They extol the great redemption,
  In the land where freemen are:
All of them have snow-white garments,
  And aloft the palms they bear;
Crowned with glory
    all-abounding
  Into life they enter there.

Be it mine to share the gladness
  Of that joyful day of days;
Every word that Christ has spoken
  Shall fulfil itself in grace:
North and south - ten times ten thousand,
  From the night
      that covered them,
Come with sound of silver trumpets
  To the New Jerusalem.

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Ride triumphant, blessed Jesus, 
  Gird thy sword upon thy thigh;
Neither earth can e'er withstand Thee,
  Nor the hosts of hell defy;
Glorious is Thy name, almighty,
  Ev'ry foe withdraws in fear;
And the whole
    creation trembles
  When it feels that Thou art near.

Also: Ride on Jesus all-victorious
tr. Gwilym Owen Williams 1913-90
and: Ride in triumph holy Saviour
tr. Hymns & Tunes in Welsh & English (E T Griffith) 1884

Tune: Hyfrydol (R H Pritchard 1811-87)

Also: Onward march all-conquering Jesus
tr. W Howells
Cān a Mawl / Song and Praise 1918

Tune: Moriah (alaw Gymreig)