Nesawn cymerwn gorff
ein Harglwydd cu,
A'i waed, ddywalltwyd drosom,
yfwn ni.
Caredig trwy ei werthfawr
gorff a'i waed,
 chalon lawn diolchwn
am ei rad.
Trwy rin ei grog a'i
ddïoddefaint drud
Enillodd Iesu fywyd
i'r holl fyd.
Offrymodd Ef ei Hun
dros fawr a mân -
Ei Hun yn Aberth ac
Offeriad glân.
Aberthau gwael y
gyfraith yn gytûn,
Cysgodent berffaith
aberth Mab y Dyn.
Gwaredodd ni rhag angau,
ac fe rydd
I'r saint ei ras yn nerth
o ddydd i ddydd.
Nesawn â chalon bur,
nesawn ynghyd
I brofi gwyston
iachawdwriaeth ddrud.
Efe, yr Hwn sydd yn
ei saint yn byw
I'r neb a gred, tragwyddol
fywyd yw.
Rhag newyn i'r angheus,
ymborth fydd,
Y Bara o'r nef, a'r
Dyfroedd bywiol rydd.
Anfeidrol Arglwydd
pob creadur sy,
Rhown groeso'n awr
i'th bresenoldeb Di.
cyf. Hymnau Daniel Evans
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Let us draw near, let us take
the body of our dear Lord,
And his blood, poured out for us,
let us drink.
Loving through his precious
body and his blood,
With a full heart let us
give thanks for his grace.
Through the merit of his hanging
and his costly suffering
Jesus won life
for the whole world.
He offered Himself
for great and small -
Himself as a Sacrifice
and a holy Priest.
The poor sacrifices of
the law in agreement,
Foreshadow the perfect sacrifice
of the Son of Man.
He delivered us from death,
and he gave
To the saint his grace as strength
from day to day.
Let us draw near with a pure heart,
let us draw near together
To experience the ransom
of a costly salvation.
He, the One who is
living in his saints
For anyone who believes,
eternal life he is.
Against hunger to the needy,
sustenance he shall be,
The Bread from heaven, and the
living Waters he gives.
The infinite Lord
of every creature he is,
Let us give a welcome now
to Thy presence.
tr. 2019 Richard B Gillion
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Draw nigh and take the
body of the Lord;
And drink the holy blood
for you outpoured.
Saved by that body
and that holy blood,
With souls refreshed,
we render thanks to God.
Salvation's giver, Christ,
the only Son,
By His dear cross and blood
the victory won.
Offered was He for greatest
and for least,
Himself the victim,
and Himself the priest.
Victims were offered
by the law of old,
Which in a type this
heavenly mystery told.
He, ransomer from death,
and light from shade,
Now gives His holy grace
His saints to aid.
Approach ye then with
faithful hearts sincere,
And take the safeguard
of salvation here.
He, that His saints in this
world rules and shields,
To all believers life
eternal yields.
With heavenly bread makes
them that hunger whole,
Gives living waters to
the thirsting soul,
Alpha and Omega,
to whom shall bow
All nations at the doom,
is with us now.
tr. John M Neale 1818-66from the Latin Sancti venite corpus Christi sumite Antiphonarium Benchorense 7th Century
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