Newyddion da ŷm yn glywed, I'r Iesu rhown y clod, Mae'r deillion 'nawr yn gweled Na welsant ddim erio'd; A hefyd y byddariaid, Agorwyd clustiau'r rhain: Hwy glywant lais y durtur A'i siriol eglur sain. Mae'r meirw megis Las'rus Yn codi o farw i fyw; A'r mudan yn llefaru Rhyfeddol bethau Duw: Mae'r cloff na allai gerdded Yn neidio 'nawr fel hydd Ac yn moliannu'r Iesu A roes ei draed yn rhydd. O! Arglwydd, galw eto Fyrddiynau ar dy ôl, A dryllia'r holl gadwynau Sy'n dal eu heneidiau'n ôl. O! Galw hwynt o'r dwyrain, Gorllewin, gogledd, de, I'th Eglwys yn ddiattal: Mae digon eto o le. Hiraethu'r ŷm ni beunydd Gael gweld y dedwydd bryd I 'fengyl Iesu gyrraedd I gyrrau eitha'r byd, I'r rhai sy mewn tywyllwch, Am Grist heb glywed sôn, Gael rhan o'r iechydwriaeth Bwrcasodd gwaed yr Oen. Tosturia wrth broffeswyr Sy ag enw o fod yn fyw, Ac eto meirwon ydynt A dieithr iawn i Dduw. Mae ganthynt rith duwioldeb Ond eto'n gwadu ei grym, Duw argyhoedda'r rheini  gair dy enau llym. Yn codi o :: Yn d'od o [Mesur: MCD 8686D] |
Good news we are hearing, For Jesus to get the acclaim, The blind are now seeing What no-one ever saw; And also the deaf, Their ears were opened: They hear the voice of the turtledove And its cheerful clear sound. The dead is like Lazarus Rising from dead to alive; And the mute speaking The wonderful things of God: The lame that could not walk is Leaping now like a hind And praising Jesus Who set his feet free. O Lord, call again Myriads after thee! And smash all chains That are holding their souls back. O call them from the east, West, north, south, To thy Church without obstruction: There is still room. Longing are we daily To get to see the happy time For the gospel of Jesus to reach The utmost corners of the world, For those who are in darkness, Of Jesus having heard no mention, To get a portion of the salvation That the blood of the Lamb purchased. Have mercy on professors Who have a name for being alive, And yet who are dead And truly strangers to God. They have an appearance of godliness But still denying its force, God, convince those With a word from thy sharp mouth. Rising from :: Coming from tr. 2025 Richard B Gillion |
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