Crist ydyw'r Balm o Gilead clyw

Crist ydyw'r Balm o Gilead, clyw,
  Sy'n gwella briw ei bobl;
Pawb ddel dan law
    y meddyg rhad,
  Cânt wir iachâd trag'wyddol.

Pam byddwch feirw, gleifion gwael,
  A Balm i'w gael yn Gilead?
Sef Meddyg rhad
    i dynolryw,
  Anfeidrol yw ei gariad.

O deuwch gleifion yn eich nych,
  Heb genych ddim i dalu;
Na thybiwch ddim y cewch nacâad,
  Can's Meddyg rhad yw'r Iesu.

Santeiddrwydd in' yw Crist,
    a rhan,
  Cyfiawnder a'n doethineb;
Ein prynedigaeth rhag bob plâ,
  Ein Duw i drag'wyddoldeb.

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Crist ydyw'r Balm o Gilead clyw
  Sy'n gwellhau briw ei bobl;
Pawb law êl tan
    yr meddyg rhâd
  Cânt wir iachâd trag'wyddol.

Pam byddwch feirw gleifion gwael
  A Balm i'w gael yn Gilead;
A meddyg gwiw, ffrynd dynol-ryw,
  Anfeidrol yn ei gariad.

O de'wch y tlodion gwael, ag y'ch
  Heb gennych ddim i dalu;
Na thybiwch ddim y cewch nachâd
  Can's meddyg rhâd yw'r Iesu.

Nid eisiau balm,
    sef gwaed Mab Duw,
  'R â neb rhyw i boenydio;
Nid eisiau meddyg mawr ei glôd
  Ond eisiau dyfod atto.

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Crist ydyw'r Balm o Gilead, clyw,
  Sy'n gwella briw ei bobol;
Pawb sydd tan law
    y Meddyg rhad,
  Gânt wir iachâd tragwyddol.

Pa'm byddwch feirw, gleifion gwael,
  A Balm i'w gael yn Gilead?
Sef Meddyg gwiw -
    Car dynolryw?
  Anfeidrol yw ei gariad!

O dewch, dylodion gwael, fel 'r ŷch,
  Heb genych ddim i dalu:
Na thybiwch ddim y cewch nacâd,
  Can's Meddyg rhad yw'r Iesu.

Pob un blinderog, trist ei wedd,
  Sydd mewn anhedd a phrudd-der,
Trwy dderbyn Iesu'n
    Geidwad hael,
  Bydd iddo gael esmwythder.

Christ is the Balm of Gilead, hear,
  Who heals the bruise of his people;
Everyone who comes under the hand
    of the free physician,
  Shall get true, eternal healing.

Why will ye be dead, poor sick ones,
  With Balm to be got in Gilead?
That is, a gracious Physician
    for humankind,
  Infinite is his love.

O come ye sick ones in your torment,
  Without anything for you to pay;
Do not suppose you will be denied,
  Since a gracious Physician is Jesus.

Sanctification for us is Christ,
    and a portion,
  Righteousness and our wisdom;
Our redemption from every plague,
  Our God for eternity.

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Christ is the Balm of Gilead, hear,
  Who heals the bruise of his people;
Every hand that goes under
    the gracious physician
  May get true eternal healing.

Why will ye be dead, poor sick ones,
  And Balm to be had in Gilead;
A worthy physician, a friend of human-kind,
  Immeasurable in his love.

O come, ye poor base ones, and ye
  Shall have nothing at all to pay;
Nor suppose ye shall be denied anything
  Since a gracious physician is Jesus.

No lack of balm, that is
    the blood of the Son of God,
  Shall anyone be forced to suffer;
No lack of a greatly esteemed physician
  But a need to come to him.

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Christ is the Balm of Gilead, hear,
  Who heals the bruise of his people;
Everyone who is under the hand
    of the free physician,
  Shall get true, eternal healing.

Why will ye be dead, poor sick ones,
  With Balm to be got in Gilead?
That is, a worthy Physician -
    the Lover of humankind?
  Infinite is his love.

O come, ye base poor ones, as ye are,
  Without anything for you to pay:
Do not suppose you will be denied,
  Since a gracious Physician is Jesus.

Every wearied one, of sad countenance,
  Who is in a dwelling with sadness,
Through receiving Jesus as
    a generous Saviour,
  Shall get himself relief.