Ar y cefnfor mawr tymhestlog

Ar y cefnfor mawr tymhestlog,
  Ar y tonnau brigwyn tal,
Ydym, druain egwan, ofnus,
  A'r ystorom wedi'n dal;
A raid suddo yn er eigion?
  A raid boddi yn y lli'?
Arglwydd Iesu, ai difater
  Gennyt yw ein colli ni?

    "Na," medd Iesu, "byth ni chollir
      Neb a gredo ynof Fi;
    Tra bo gwerth y gwaed yn para,
      Lifodd gynt ar Galfari."

Dywed wrth y gwynt a'r tonnau
  Am dawelu yn y man;
Saf i fyny yn eu hwyneb,
  'Nôl Dy arfer dros y gwan;
Pâr i holl elfennau natur
  Blygu dan D'awdurdod Di;
Dangos heddiw nad difater
  Gennyt yw ein coli ni.

Gwnaethost, Arglwydd, lawer drosom,
  Pell y daethost ar ein hôl;
Wedi'r lludded mawr a'r dioddef,
  Edrych, cymer ni'n Dy gôl;
Cofia'r goron ddrain, a'r hoelion,
  Cofia loesion Calfari,
Dangos nad difater gennyt,
  Arglwydd, yw ein colli ni.

On the great tempestuous ocean,
  On the high white-topped waves,
Are we, weak, fearful wretches,
  Which the storm has caught;
Must we sink in the foam?
  Must we drown in the tide?
Lord Jesus, is it of no matter
  To thee that we be lost?

    "No," says Jesus, "never to be lost
      Is anyone who believes in Me;
    While the worth of the blood endures,
      Which once flowed on Calvary."

Tell the wind and the waves
  To still themselves soon;
Stand up in their face,
  After Thy usual practice for the weak;
Cause all the elements of nature
  To bow under Thy authority;
Show today that not of no matter
  To thee is our being lost.

Thou didst, Lord, much for us,
  Far camest thou after us;
After the great exhaustion and the suffering,
  Look, receive us in Thy bosom;
Remember the crown of thorns, and the nails,
  Remember the griefs of Calvary,
Show today that not of no matter
  To thee is our being lost.