Doed O Grist yn ffrwd ddiatal

Doed, O! Grist, yn ffrwd ddiatal,
  Ras y nef i'n c'lonnau ni;
Ni all cariad dyn ymgynnal
  Ond ar wyrth dy gariad Di:
Pan fo'n serch a'n sêl yn pallu,
  A'n ffyddlondeb prin ar drai,
Dal 'r wyt Ti o hyd i garu,
  Dal i faddau inni'n bai.

O! dirion Iesu,
Gwrando ein gweddi,
Gad in brofi dy dangnefedd,
A rho i ni d'orfoledd,
A rho i ni d'orfoledd.

O Christ, let the grace of heaven,
  Come as a ceaseless stream to hearten us;
The love of man cannot uphold
  Except by the miracle of thy love:
When our affection and our zeal be fading,
  And our scarce faithfulness ebbing,
Still thou art always loving,
  Still forgiving us our sin.

O tender Jesus,
Listen to our prayer,
Let us experience thy tranquility,
And give us thy joy,
And give us thy joy.