Trywanwyd do fy Mhrynwr rhad

Trywanwyd, do,
    fy Mhrynwr rhad,
Nes daeth o'i galon ddwr a gwaed,
  Yn ffrwd fel afon bur;
Oedd ar y llawr i'w wel'd yn llyn,
Yn frwd ar ben Calfaria fryn:
  O f'enaid cofia'i gur.

Mi glywa'i lef,
    pan chwerwa'r loes
A'i irad gri Ef ar y groes,
  Am faddeu imi'n wir;
Ei weddi âi droswyf uwch y nen,
A mi'n ei hoelio ar y pren;
  O! f'enaid cofia'i gur.

Dros f'enaid i bu'r addfwyn Oen
Fel hyn yn dyoddef dirfawr boen,
  I'm gwneyd yn rhydd yn wir:
'Roedd yn ei fryd
    orphenu'r gwaith
O eithaf tragwyddoldeb maith:
  Cân f'enaid am ei gur.

gwelir:
  Fy enaid nac anghofia groes
  O deffro tro fy enaid trist
  Y ddaear fud ro'i meirw'n fyw
  Yn Eden cofiaf hynny byth

He was pierced, he was,
    my gracious Redeemer,
Until water and blood came from his heart,
  As a stream like a pure river;
It was on the ground to be seen as a lake,
Earnestly on the summit of Calvary hill:
    O my soul, remember his wounding.

I hear his wail,
    when the anguish grows bitter
And his sorrowful cry on the cross,
  For forgiveness for me truly;
His prayer went for me above the sky,
And I nailing him onto the tree;
  O my soul, remember his wounding.

For my soul was my dear Lamb
Thus suffering enormous pain,
  To make me free truly:
He was in his earnestness
    finishing the work
From the extremity of a vast eternity:
  Sing, my soul, about his wounding.