O dewch, galarwch gyda mi;
O blaid y Ceidwad
byddwn mwy;
O dewch, gollyngwn ddagrau'n lli';
Yr Iesu groeshoeliasant hwy.
Ai nid yw'n dagrau'n ffrydlif gref,
Tra'n gwel'd yr Iuddew'n
gwawdio'i glwy'?
Mor dawel dyodefa ef;
Yr Iesu groeshoeliasant hwy.
Ei draed a'i dwylaw rwyga'r dur;
Ei ingol syched
a'n fwy, fwy;
Mewn gwaed ymsudda'i lygaid pur;
Yr Iesu groeshoeliasant hwy.
O'i enau geiriau cariad ddaeth;
Dros ei elyniou digllawn, drwy
Y tywyll oriau, eiriol wnaeth;
Yr Iesu groeshoeliasant hwy.
O cydeisteddwn dan ei groes,
Fel bo i'r gwaed o'i farwol glwy'
Ddefnynu arnom drwy ein hoes;
Yr Iesu groeshoeliasant hwy.
O Dduw, rho ini ysbryd briw,
A chalon wedi ei hollti'n dwy;
Fel gallom garu'r Iesu gwiw,
Yr hwn a groeshoeliasant hwy.
Hymns and Tunes in Welsh and English 1884
Tôn [LM 8888]: St Cross (John B Dykes 1823-76) gwelir: O deuwch wylwch gyda mi O Dewch gan wylo gyda mi |
O come, mourn with me;
On the side of the Saviour
let us be evermore;
O come, let us shed tears as a flood;
Jesus they have crucified.
Are there not tears as a strong torrent,
While seeing the Jew
mocking his wound?
How quietly he suffers;
Jesus they have crucified.
His feet and his hands the nails tear;
His anguished thirst
gets greater, greater;
In blood his pure eyes move;
Jesus they have crucified.
From his mouth love came;
For his heartless enemies, through
The dark hours, intercession he made;
Jesus they have crucified.
O sit together under his cross,
That the blood from his mortal wound may
Drop upon us throughout our age;
Jesus they have crucified.
O God, give us a wounded spirit,
And a heart broken in two;
Thus may we love the worthy Jesus,
He whom they have crucified.
tr. 2016 Richard B Gillion
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O come and mourn with me awhile;
And tarry here
the cross beside;
O come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff
and foes deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
How fast His hands and feet are nailed;
His blessed tongue
with thirst is tied,
His failing eyes are blind with blood:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Seven times He spoke, seven words of love;
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Come, let us stand beneath the cross;
So may the blood from out His side
Fall gently on us drop by drop;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart love's cradle is:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
[A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied;
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep,
Since Thou for us art crucified.]
O come ye to the Saviour's side
His blessed tongue with thirst is tied :: blind :: dimmed Frederick William Faber 1814-63
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