Mi welaf Sinai mygu,
a gwgu ar y gwan;
Fe ganwyd ffordd i fywyd,
am enyd yn mhob man!
Ond bryn Calfaria welaf
yn uchaf îs y nèn,
Yn cludo myrdd o'r gweryd
i wynfyd nefoedd wèn.
Mae'r ddeddf yn gwaeddi "melldith;"
nid "bendith" uwch y byd,
A hyny mewn modd cyfiawn,
byth, am ei warthlawn wŷd;
Try'r olwg trwy'r Eiriolwr -
gras i droseddwr sydd,
A nefoedd bur oleuwen,
i bawb o berchen ffydd.
Robert Jones (Bardd Mawddach)
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I see Sinai smoking,
and frowning upon the weak;
A road to life was born,
for a short while everywhere!
But the hill of Calvary I see
higher under the sky,
Conveying a myriad from the grave
to the blessedness of bright heaven.
The law is shouting "damnation;"
not "blessing" above the world,
And that in righteous way,
forever, for its disgraceful condition;
The gaze of the Mediator turns -
which is grace for transgressors,
And pure, bright, light heaven,
for everyone who possesses faith.
tr, 2025 Richard B Gillion
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