Dy garu di O Dduw

Dy garu Di, O! Dduw,
  Dy garu Di,
Yw'm gweddi tra bwyf byw,
  Dy garu Di;
Daearol yw fy mryd:
O dyro nerth o hyd,
  I'th garu Di,
  I'th garu Di.

Dilynais lawer pryd,
  A'th adael Di,
Ar ol pleserau'r byd,
  A'th adael Di,
Na ad fi grwydro'n ffol,
O Arglwydd dwg fi'n ol,
  I'th garu Di,
  I'th garu Di.

Os daw trallodion oes
  Oddi wrthyt Ti:
Y goron ddrain a'r groes,
  Oddi wrthyt Ti:
Bendithia hwy, O! Dduw,
I'm dwyn yn nes i fyw,
  I'th garu Di,
  I'th garu Di.

Fy olaf weddi wan
  Fo atat Ti,
Am gael fy nwyn i'r lan
  I'th gartref Di;
Pan fwyf yn gado'r byd,
O dal fi'n gryf o hyd
  I'th garu Di,
  I'th garu Di.

Tôn [64.64.66.44]:
  More love to Thee (W H Doane 1832-1915)

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Dy garu Di, O! Dduw,
  Dy garu Di,
Yw 'nweddi tra bwyf byw,
  Dy garu Di;
Daearol yw fy mryd:
O dyro nerth o hyd,
A mwy o ras o hyd
  I'th garu Di.

Os daw trallodion oes
  Oddi wrthyt Ti:
Y goron ddrain a'r groes,
  Oddi wrthyt Ti:
Bendithia hwy, O! Dduw,
I'm dwyn yn nes i fyw,
Yn nes i Ti i fyw,
  A'th garu Di.

Fy olaf weddi wan
  Fo atat Ti,
Am gael fy nwyn i'r lan
  I'th gartref Di;
Pan fwyf yn gado'r byd,
O dal fi'n gryf o hyd
I'th garu Di o hyd,
  I'th garu Di.

To love Thee, O God,
  To love thee,
It is my prayer while ever I live,
  To love Thee;
Earthly is my mind:
O give strength always,
  To love Thee,
  To love Thee.

I followed many times,
  And left Thee,
After the pleasures of the world,
  And left Thee,
Do not let me wander foolishly,
O Lord draw me back,
  To love Thee,
  To love Thee.

If the troubles of an age come
  From Thee:
The crown of thorns and the cross,
  From Thee:
Bless them, O God!
To lead me nearer to live,
  To love Thee,
  To love Thee.

My last weak prayer
  Be to Thee,
To get led up
  To Thy home;
Whenever I am leaving the world,
O hold me strongly always
  To love Thee,
  To love Thee.

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To love Thee, O God,
  To love thee,
It is my prayer while ever I live,
  To love Thee;
Earthly is my mind:
O give strength always,
And more of grace always,
  To love Thee.

If the troubles of an age come
  From Thee:
The crown of thorns and the cross,
  From Thee:
Bless them, O God!
To lead me nearer to live,
Nearer to Thee to live,
  And love Thee.

My last weak prayer
  Be to Thee,
To get led up
  To Thy home;
Whenever I am leaving the world,
O hold me strongly always
To love the always,
  To love Thee.

More love to Thee, O Christ,
  more love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make
  on bended knee.
This is my earnest plea:
More love, O Christ, to Thee;
  More love to Thee,
  more love to Thee!

Once earthly joy I craved,
  sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek,
  give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ to Thee;
  More love to Thee,
  more love to Thee!

Let sorrow do its work,
  come grief or pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers,
  sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me:
More love, O Christ, to Thee;
  More love to Thee,
  more love to Thee!

Then shall my latest breath
  whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry
  my heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ to Thee;
  More love to Thee,
  more love to Thee!

Tôn [64.64.66.44]:
    More love to Thee (W H Doane 1832-1915)

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