Arglwydd rhyddhâ fy enaid caeth

Arglwydd rhyddhâ fy enaid caeth
  Sy'n flin gan faith gaethiwed;
Gan weddill pechod trist iawn wy' -
  Ys truan, pwy a'm gwared?

Fy llygredd sydd fel tywell nos
  Yn codi dros fy enaid;
Methu dy wel'd -  hyn yw fy nghlwy' -
  Ys truan, pwy a'm gwared?

Pan geisiwyf dd'od at DDUW trwy ffydd,
  I 'mofyn budd i'm henaid;
Drwg yn bresenol profi 'rwy' -
  Ys truan, pwy a'm gwared?

O brysia, ARGLWYDD yn ddilys,
  A thyr'd ar frys i'm gwared;
Gad im' dy brofi'n oll yn oll,
  Tyn fi o'm holl gaethiwed.

Lord, free my captive soul
  Which is weary of long captivity;
Because of remaining sin very sad am I -
  I am wretched, who shall deliver me?

My corruption is like a dark night
  Rising over my soul;
Failing to see thee - this is my sickness -
  I am wretched, who shall deliver me?

When I try to come to my God through faith,
  To ask for benefit for my soul;
Present evil I am experiencing -
  I am wretched, who shall deliver me?

O hurry, Lord, unfailingly,
  And come quickly to deliver me;
Let me experience thee as all in all,
  Draw me out of all my captivity.