Ti Iesu, Frenin nef,
  Fy Arglwydd a fy Nuw,
Yn eitha pell o dy fy Nhad,
  Mewn anial wlad 'rwy'n byw;
Mewn ofnau 'rwyf a braw,
  Bob llaw gelynion sydd,
O addfwyn Iesu sâf o'm rhan,
  A thyn y gwan yn rhydd.

O Arglwydd bydd yn Ffrind,
  Rwy bron yn myn'd ar ŵyr,
I gyfeilliornad o bob rhyw,
 Fy unig Dduw a'i gŵyr;
O Iesu dal fi i'r làn,
  Nid wyf ond gwan a gwyw,
'Does dim all
    olchi mrynti câs,
  Ond unig râs fy Nuw.

Mae rhinwedd yn ei waed,
  I faddeu beiau mwy
Nag y gall angel fyth na dyn
  Wneud rhif o honyn' hwy;
Mae ffynnon ar y bryn,
  A ylch yn wyn a glân,
Bechodau o ryw ffieiddia 'rioed,
  Rhifedi'r tywod mân.

Iorddonen drŷ yn ôl,
  'Roi lle i'r nefol hâd,
I etifeddu'r hyfryd fan,
  Addawyd gan y Tad:
Ni all pechod nag un chwant,
  Byth attal plant y nef,
I dreiddio trwy bob llif a thonn,
  Yn union atto ef.

Ti, Iesu, Frenin nef,
  F' Anwylyd, a fy Nuw
Yn eithaf pell o dŷ fy Nhad,
  Mewn anial wlad, 'rwy'n byw;
Mewn ofnau 'rwyf, a braw,
  Bob llaw gelynion sydd;
O! addfwyn Iesu, saf o'm rhan,
  A thyn y gwan yn rhydd.

Mae Satan ar fy ne'
  Yn pledio grym fy chwant;
Ac mae euogrwydd, gwmwl du,
  Yn cadw'r goleu i bant;
Mae pechod gyda'r rhai'n
  A'i uffernol sain mor gry',
'Rwyf finnau'n diangc, rhag fy nal,
  I fynydd Calfari.

Ac yno, dan y groes,
  Mi glywaf gryfach llef,
Mi glywaf ocheneidiau gwir,
  Griddfanau pur y nef;
Ac yno gwnaf fy nyth,
  Yn mhlith rhai dua'u rhyw;
Mi daflaf fy euogrwydd du
  Yn hollol i fy Nuw.

Mae rhinwedd yn dy waed
  I faddeu beiau mwy
Nag y gall angel fyth, na dyn,
  I rifo mo honynt hwy;
Mae ffynnon ar y bryn
  A ylch yn wyn a glân,
Bechodau o'r ffieiddia 'rioed,
  Rifedi'r tywod mân.

'Does diwedd fyth, na thrai,
  Ar gariad angeu loes,
Uwch pris o'r gwerthfawrocaf gaed
  Yw haeddiant gwaed y groes:
Fe gana'r Negro du,
  Fe gana'r Indiad draw,
Fe faddeu i'r aflan oes y sydd,
  Fe faddeu i'r oes a draw.

Ti Iesu, Frenin nef,
  F'Anwylyd i a'm Duw!
Yn eitha pell o dŷ fy Nhad,
  Mewn anial wlad 'rwy'n byw;

Mewn ofnau 'rwyf a braw,
  Bob llaw gelynion sydd,
O addfwyn Iesu saf o'm rhan,
  A thyn y gwan yn rhydd.

Mae rhinwedd yn dy waed,
  I faddau beiau mwy
Nag y gall angel chwaith na dyn
  Byth rifo monynt hwy.

Mae ffynnon ar y bryn,
  A ylch yn wyn a glân,
Bechodau o'r ffieiddia' 'rioed,
  Rhifedi'r tywod mân.

Does diwedd fyth na thrai
  Ar gariad angau loes;
Uwch pris
    o'r gwerfawrocaf gaed
  Yw haeddiant gwaed y groes.

Fe gàna'r Negro du
  Fe gàna'r Indiad draw;
Fe faddeu i'r aflan oes y sydd,
  Fe faddeu i'r oes a ddaw.

Ti Iesu, Frenin nef,
  F'Anwylyd a fy Nuw,
Yn eithaf pell o dŷ fy Nhad,
  Mewn anial wlad 'rwy'n byw;

Mewn ofnau 'rwyf a braw,
  Bob llaw gelynion sydd,
O addfwyn Iesu saf o'm rhan,
  A thyn y gwan yn rhydd.

O Iesu, dal fi i'r lan,
  Nid wyf ond gwan a gwyw;
'Does dim all olchi mryntni cas
  Ond nefol ras fy Nuw.

Boed fy nghymdaithas fyth
  Fry gyda'm nefol Dad,
A chyda'r Mab, tra bwy'n y byd,
  Ac yn y nefol wlad.

Sefydlog fyddo'm bryd,
  A'm cariad arno Ef,
Nes cael cymundeb perffaith lawn
  O fewn i furiau'r nef.

gwelir:
  Caed ffynnon ar y bryn
  O gwrando weddi'r tlawd
  O Iesu dal fi i'r lan

Thou Jesus, King of heaven,
  My Lord and my God,
Very far from my Father's house,
  In a desert land I am living;
In fears I am and alarm,
  On every hand are enemies,
O dear Jesus stand on my side,
  And draw the weak one free.

O Lord, be a Friend,
  I am almost going astray,
To strayings of every kind,
  My only God knows it;
O Jesus, hold me up!
  I am only weak and wizened,
There is nothing that can
    wash my detestable filthiness,
  But only the grace of my God.

There is virtue in his blood,
  To forgive sins - more
Than an angel ever can or man
  Determine the number of them.
There is a fountain on the hill,
  Which washes white and clean,
Sins of the most detestable kind ever,
  Numerous as the fine sand.

The Jordan will turn back,
  Give way to the heavenly seed,
To the inheritance of the delightful place,
  Promised by the Father:
Sin cannot, nor one desire
  Ever stop the children of heaven,
From passing through every flood and wave,
  Straight to him.

Thou, Jesus, King of heaven,
  My Beloved, and my God,
Extremely far from my Father's house,
  In a desert land, I am living;
In fears I am, and terror,
  On every hand there are enemies;
O gentle Jeu, stand on my side,
  And pull the weak free.

Satan is at my right hand
  Pleading the force of my lust;
And my guilt, a black cloud, is
  Keeping the light away;
Sin is with these
  With its infernal sound so strong,
But I am escaping, from being caught,
  To the mountain of Calvary.

And there, under the cross,
  I hear a stronger cry,
I hear true groanings,
  The pure groans of heaven;
And there I shall make my nest,
  Amongst those of the blackest kind;
I shall fling my black guilt
  Wholly to my God.

The merit of the blood
  To forgive faults is greater
Than any angel or man can
  Count them;
There is a fount on the hill
  That washes white and clean,
Sins of the most detestable ever,
  Numerous as the fine sand.

There is never any ending, or ebbing,
  To the love of divine anguish,
Above the price of the most precious found
  Is the merit of the blood of the cross:
It bleaches the black Negro,
  It bleaches yonder Indian
It forgives the unclean age that is,
  It forgives the age to come.

Thou Jesus, King of heaven,
  My Darling and my God!
Very far from my Father's house,
  In a desert land I am living;

In fears I am and alarm,
  On every hand enemies are,
O gentle Jesus stand on my side
  And draw the weak one free.

There is virtue in thy blood,
  To forgive sins
That neither angel nor man can
  Ever number.

There is a fountain on the hill,
  To wash white and clean,
Sins of the most detestable ever,
  Numbered as the fine sand.

There is no end ever nor ebb
  To the love of the throes of death;
Above the price
    of the most expensive thing to be had
  Is the merit of the blood of the cross.

It will bleach the black Negro
  It will bleach yonder Indian;
It will forgive the unclean for the present age,
  It will forgive for the age to come.

Thou Jesus, King of heaven,
  My Darling and my God,
Very far from my Father's house,
  In a desert land I am living;

In fears I am and alarm,
  On every hand enemies are,
O gentle Jesus stand on my side
  And draw the weak one free.

O Jesus, hold me up,
  I am only weak and wizened;
Nothing can wash my hated filthiness
  But the heavenly grace of my God.

May my fellowship ever be
  Above with my heavenly Father,
And with the Son while living in the world,
  And in the heavenly land.

Established be my mind,
  And my love upon Him,
Until obtaining fully perfect communion
  Within the walls of heaven.