Bryn - Benedictus Booklet - Buywell

A’th ryddid di yw llef fy nghw yn, and your freedom is my plaintive cry,
O! Fy ngwlad. oh, my country!
Daw llef o serch dros donnau’r lli A cry of love comes across the waves,
Ein calon yw hen Walia gu Old Wales is our heart,
Gwlad cân a thelyn ydyw hi, the land of song and harps,
Fy ngwlad, O! Fy ngwlad. my country, oh, my country!
Arglwydd gwrando, gwrando ni Lord, listen to us,
Dryllia’r gadwyn O! Ein Rhi, destroy the chain, O Lord,
Llefwn arnat yn ein gwaed we cry to you in our blood:
Dyro Gymru ar ei thraed. raise Wales to her feet.
Mae ysbryd dewr hen Gymru gynt The brave spirit of old Wales
Yn sibrwd heddiw yn y gw ynt, is whispering in the wind today:
‘Daw rhyddid Cymru fad ‘Freedom will come to Wales
Er gwaethaf trais a brad despite treason and violence.
Fe ddaw, fe ddaw, It will come, it will come,
Er gwaethaf trais a brad.’ despite treason and violence.’
Fy ngwlad, fy ngwlad, dy enw mwyn My country! My country! Your fair name
I’m calon sydd yn fôr o swyn, to my heart is an ocean of charm
A’th ryddid di yw llef fy nghw yn, and your freedom is my plaintive cry,
Fy ngwlad, O! Fy ngwlad. my country, oh, my country!
Wladgarwyr ffyddlon byddwn bur Faithful patriots, we will be true,
O! Byddwn bur, we will be true,
I’n hiaith a’n gwlad tra môr a thir to our language and our countr y as long as sea
and land remain
A mynnwn ryddid Cymru’n wir and we demand freedom for Wales,
Ein gwlad, O! Ein gwlad! our country, oh, our country!
£ Anwylyn Mair Mary’s Dearest One
Ar y bryn ger y dre’, heb sêr yn y Ne’, On the hill by the town, no stars in the sky,
Roedd bugeiliaid tlawd ar y rhos, poor shepherds on the moor,
Uwch eu pen yn y Nen, daeth gwib seren w en above them in the heavens a white star appeared
I oleuo’r nos. to light up the night.
Mawr oedd eu hofnau, rhyfedd le! Their fears were great, so strange the place,
Mawr oedd eu dychryn hwy. so frightened were they!
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Gwylaidd y troedient at ei grud, When they humbly trod to his cradle,
Gwelsant wyrth y Ne’. they saw heaven’s miracle.
Ar eu hynt o bell draeth brenhinoedd a ddaeth On their way from far shores the kings came
I addoli’r tlws yn y gwair, to worship the gem in the hay,
Rhodion coeth tri gwˆ r doeth offryment o’u bodd rich gifts the three wise men offered freely
I anwylyn Mair. to Mary’s dearest one.
$ Salm 23 Psalm 23
Yr Arglwydd yw fy mugail The Lord is my shepherd,
Ni bydd eisiau arnaf I shall not want.
Efe a wna imi or wedd mewn porfeydd gwelltog He makes me lie down in green pastures.
Efe a’m tywys gerllaw y dyfroedd tawel He leads me by the quiet waters.
Efe a ddychwel fy enaid He restores my soul.
Efe a’m harwain ar hyd llwybrau cyfiawnder He leads me along the paths of righteousness
Er mwyn ei enw for his name’s sake.
Ti yw fy mugail You are my shepherd
Ni bydd eisiau arnaf I shall not want
Ti yw fy mugail You are my shepherd
Ie pe rhodiwn i Yes, even if I should walk
Ar hyd Glyn Cysgod Angau into the Valley of Death,
Nid ofnaf niwed I shall not fear,
Yr wyt ti gyda mi for you are with me.
Dy wialen a’th ffon am cysurant Your rod and staff will comfort me.
Ti yw fy mugail… You are my shepherd…
Ti a arlwyi ford ger fy mron You shall lay a table for me
Yng ngwydd fy ngwerthwynebwyr before my enemies.
Iraist fy mhen ag olew You anointed my head with oil.
Ffy ffiol sydd lawn My cup overflows.
Ti yw fy mugail… You are my shepherd…
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