Dywedodd anghrediniaeth,
  Do, wrthyf lawer gwaith,
Am beido â blino'r Athro -
  Mae ofer fyddai 'ngwaith;
Af at ei orsedd eto,
  Er dued yw fy lliw;
Pwy ŵyr na chaf drugaredd?
  Un rhyfedd iawn yw Duw.     [RJ]

Os gwelir fi, bechadur,
  Ryw ddydd ar ben fy nhaith,
Rhyfeddol fydd y canu,
  A newydd fydd yr iaith,
Yn seinio "Buddugoliaeth,"
  Am iachawdwriaeth lawn,
Heb ofni colli'r frwydr
  Na bore na phrynhawn.       [HS]

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Dywedodd anghrediniaeth,
  Do, wrthyf lawer gwaith,
Am beido â blino'r Athro -
  Mae ofer fyddai 'ngwaith;
Af at ei orsedd eto,
  Er dued yw fy lliw;
Pwy ŵyr na chaf drugaredd?
  Un rhyfedd iawn yw Duw.     [RJ]

Un yw yn medru maddeu
  Pechodau rif y gwlith;
'Does mesur ar ei gariad,
  Na therfyn iddo byth:
Mae'n 'mofyn lle i dosturio,
  Yn hoffi trugarhâu;
Trugaredd i'r ymddifad
  Sydd ynddo i barhâu.        [DR]

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Fe dd'wedodd anghrediniaeth,
  Do, wrthyf lawer gwaith,
Am beido â blino'r Athraw,
  Mae ofer fyddai 'ngwaith:
Af at ei orsedd eto,
  Er dued sy' fy lliw,
Pwy ŵyr na châf drugaredd?
  Un rhyfedd iawn yw Duw.     [RJ]

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Fe ddwedodd anghrediniaeth,
  Do, wrthyf lawer gwaith,
Am beidio blino'r Athraw,
  Mai ofer fyddai 'ngwaith:
Af at ei orsedd eto,
  Er dued yw fy lliw,
Pwy ŵyr na chaf drugaredd?
  Un rhyfedd iawn yw Duw.     [RJ]

Er iddo guddio'i wyneb
  Oddi wrthyf lawer pryd,
Anturiaf ar 'i addewid,
  Can's ffyddlawn yw o hyd;
Oblegid fe ddywedodd,
  Tra byddwyf ar fy nhaith,
"Ni'th roddaf di i fyny,
  Ni'th lwyr adawaf chwaith." [JS]

gwelir: Os gwelir fi bechadur

Unbelief said,
  It did, to me many a time,
Not to bother the Teacher -
  That useless would be my work;
I shall go to his throne yet,
  Despite how black is my colour;
Who knows that I shall not get mercy?
  A very wonderful one is God.

If I, a sinner, am to be seen,
  Some day at my journey's end,
Wonderful shall be the singing,
  And new shall be the language,
Sounding "Victory,"
  For full salvation,
Without fearing losing the battle
  Either morning or evening.

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Unbelief said,
  It did, to me many a time,
Not to bother the Teacher -
  That useless would be my work;
I shall go to his throne yet,
  Despite how black is my colour;
Who knows that I shall not get mercy?
  A very wonderful one is God.

He is one who can forgive
  Sins numerous as the dew;
There is no measure to his love,
  Nor boundary to it ever:
It asks for a place to be merciful,
  It loves to show mercy;
Mercy to the destitute
  Is enduring within it.

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Unbelief said,
  It did, to me many a time,
Not to bother the Teacher,
  That useless would be my work:
I shall go to his throne yet,
  Despite how black is my colour,
Who knows that I shall not get mercy?
  A very wonderful one is God.

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Unbelief said,
  It did, to me many a time,
Not to bother the Teacher,
  That useless would be my work:
I shall go to his throne yet,
  Despite how black is my colour,
Who knows that I shall not get mercy?
  A very wonderful one is God.

Although he hides his face
  From me on many an occasion,
I shall venture on his promise,
  Since faithful he is always;
Because he said,
  While I am on my journey,
"I shall not give thee up,
  Nor completely leave thee either."