Cyd-ddringed ein meddyliau trist

Cyd-ddringed ein meddyliau trist,
  Alaethus fryn Calfaria'n awr.
Fry ar y groes canfyddwn Crist,
  Yn gwaedu mewn cyfyngder mawr.

Ei draed a'i ddwylaw anwyl Ef,
  A hoeliwyd wrth y poenus bren;
Ffrwd werthfawr, goch,
    effeithiol, gref,
  A lifai'n frwd
      o'i ystlys wen.

Ond O, anfeidrol bwysfawr boen,
  Ei enaid cyfiawn, gwirion, cu,
Pan ddygodd y drylliedig Oen,
  Ddigofaint Duw a'n camwedd ni.

O! todded gwresog gariad Crist,
  Ein calon ni i'w garu'n awr,
Gan dywallt trwy'n hysbrydoedd trist,
  Orfoledd maith a heddwch mawr.

Let our sad thoughts climb together
  The sorrowful hill of Calvary now.
Up upon the cross let us find Christ,
  Bleeding in great straits.

His feet and his dear hands,
  Were nailed to the painful tree;
A precious, red, efficacious,
    strong stream,
  Was flowing earnestly
      from his blessed side.

But O, the immeasurable, weighty pain,
  Of his dear, righteous, innocent soul,
When the broken Lamb bore
  The wrath of God and our transgression.

O let the warm love of Christ melt
  Our hearts to love him now,
By pouring through our sad spirits,
  Vast jubilation and great peace.