Ar noswaith oer bu'r Iesu

Ar noswaith oer bu'r Iesu
  Yn chwysu'r dafnau gwaed,
Pan oedd mewn ymdrech meddwl
  Wrth ddyoddef llid ei Dad!
Fe yfai'r cwpan chwerw
  Wrth farw ar y pren:
Palmantodd ffordd i'r bywyd
  O'r ddaear hyd y nen.

Am rîn ei waed mi ganaf,
  Er lleied yw fy nawn,
Ac am y cariad bore, -
  Mae'n destyn peraidd iawn;
Wrth edrych i Galfaria,
  'Rwy'n gwel'd fy meiau'n lli',
Yn dryllio'r Oen diniwaid,
  Er mwyn fy arbed i!

gwelir: Fyth fyth rhyfedda'i'r cariad

On a cold evening Jesus was
  Sweating the drops of blood,
When he was in a mental battle
  On suffering the wrath of his Father!
He would drink the bitter cup
  On dying on the tree:
A way was paved to the life
  From the earth as far as heaven.

About the merit of his blood I shall sing,
  Despite how small is my talent,
And about the love of morning -
  It is a very sweet theme;
On looking to Calvary,
  I see my faults as a flood,
Crushing the innocent Lamb,
  In order to save me!