Ai am fy meiau i
  Dioddefodd Iesu mawr
Pan ddaeth yng ngrym ei gariad ef
  O entrych nef i lawr?

Cyflawnai'r gyfraith bur,
  Cyfiawnder gafodd Iawn,
A'r ddyled fawr, er cymaint oedd,
  A dalodd ef yn llawn.

Dioddefodd angau loes
  Yn ufudd ar y bryn,
A'i waed a ylch y galon ddu
  Yn lân fel eira gwyn.

Bu'n angau i'n hangau ni
  Wrth farw ar y pren,
A thrwy ei waed y dygir llu,
  Drwy angau, i'r nefoedd wen.

Pan grymodd ef ei ben
  Wrth farw yn ein lle,
Agorodd ffordd, pan rwygai'r llen,
  I bur drigfannau'r ne'.

Gorchfygodd uffern ddu,
  Gwnaeth ben y sarff yn friw;
O'r carchar caeth y dygir llu,
  Drwy ras, i deulu Duw.

Gorphennodd Ef y gwaith,
  Ac esgyn wnaeth i'r nef;
Lle mae yr holl nefolaidd lu
  Yn canu iddo Ef.

gwelir:
  Pan grymodd Crist ei ben
  Pan grymodd Iesu ei ben

Was it for my sin
  That great Jesus did suffer
When his love came forcefully
  From highest heaven to earth?

That he should have fulfilled the pure law
  Justice had Satisfaction,
And the great debt, however great it was,
  He paid in full.

He suffered death of anguish
  Obediently on the hill
And his blood will wash the black heart
  As pure as white snow.

For our death died,
  By his death on the wood,
And through his blood a multitude
  Through death to blessed heaven.

When he bowed his head
  To die in our place
A way was opened, when the veil was rent
  To the pure residences of heaven.

He vanquished black hell,
  He crushed the serpent's head,
From the prison a multitude was led,
  Through grace, to the family of God.

He finished the work,
  And he did ascend to heaven;
Where the whole heavenly host is
  Singing to Him.

My sin, was that the cause
  That Jesus suffered here,
When love came down in mighty pow'r
  And brought God's presence near?

Fulfilling law's demands,
  Justice was satisfied;
Our crushing debt he paid in full
  When for our sin he died.

To death upon the cross
  Obedient he did go;
His blood will wash the vilest heart
  Pure as the driven snow.

'Twas for our death he died,
  By death he sets us free;
And through his blood a multitude
  Will live eternally.

He bowed his head and died,
  "'Tis finished" was his cry;
The veil was rent and opened was
  Our way to heaven on high.

He vanquished darkest hell,
  The serpent down he trod;
From pris'n released a multitude,
  Through grace to live with God.

Also:
  And was it for my sin?
    tr. Noel Gibbard

  Did he for my mistakes?
    tr. Gary Brady