Ai dros fy holl bechodau mawr?

Ai dros fy holl bechodau mawr
  Bu farw Crist, fy Ior?
O ryfedd serch at
    lwch y llawr,
  A chariad fel y môr!

Iawn gall'sai'r haul gan d'w'llwch dû
  G'wilyddio yn y nen,
Pan oedd ein Ceidwad, Iesu cu,
  Dan boenau ar y pren.

Wrth wel'd yr archoll dan ei fron,
  A'i gur ar Galfari,
Fy nghalon, mawl tywallted hon,
  A'm llygaid ddagrau'n lli'.

Beth dalaf am dy ddoniau gwiw,
  A'th gariad pur dilyth?
Fy hunan iti rho'f, O Dduw,
  Dy eiddo fyddaf byth.

gwelir: Och fi a waedodd fy Arglwydd cu?

Was it for all my great sins
  That Christ, my Lord, died?
O wonderful affection towards
    the dust of the ground,
  And love like the sea!

Well could the sun by black darkness
  Be put to shame in the sky,
When our Saviour, dear Jesus, was
  Under pains on the tree.

On seeing the wound under his breast,
  And his anguish on Calvary,
My heart, may this pour out praise,
  And my eyes tears as a flood.

What shall I pay for thy worthy gifts,
  And thy pure, unfailing love?
My self to thee I give, O God,
  Thine own I shall be forever.

Was it for crimes that I had done
  He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity!
    grace unknown!
  And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
  And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
  For man the creature's sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
  While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
  And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
  The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
  Tis all that I can do.