Wele'n sefyll rhwng y myrtwydd
Wrthrych teilwng o'm holl fryd:
Er mai o ran yr wy'n adnabod
Ei fod uwchlaw gwrthrychau'r byd:
Henffych fore
Y caf ei weled fel y mae.
Rhosyn Saron yw ei enw,
Gwyn a gwridog, teg o bryd;
Ar ddeng mil y mae'n rhagori
O wrthrychau penna'r byd:
Ffrind pechadur,
Dyma'r llywydd ar y môr.
Beth sydd imi mwy a wnelwyf
Ag eilunod gwael y llawr?
Tystio'r wyf nad yw eu cwmni
I'w gystadlu a'm Iesu mawr:
O! am aros
Yn ei gariad ddyddiau f'oes.
Cyfeithiad gan Richard Gillion
See he stands among the myrtles
Object worthy of my heart;
Although in part, I know
He is above the objects of the world:
Hail the morning
I saw him as he is.
Rose of Sharon is his name,
White and rosy, fair of heart;
Than ten thousand he is better
Of objects the world prescribes:
A sinner's Friend,
Here is his pilot on the sea.
What is there more for me to do
With wretched idols of the earth?
I testify that there company is not
To compete with great Jesus:
O to stay
In his love the days of my life!
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