I'r enaid trwm gan boen a chur

I'r enaid trwm gan boen a chur,
  Cyhoedder yn mhob man:
Mae'r Iesu'n rhoi gorphwysfa'n wir
  I'r llwythog, blin, a gwan.

    Credwch ynddo, credwch ynddo,
      Credwch ynddo'n awr;
    Fe a'ch ceidw, fe a'ch ceidw,
      Fe a'ch ceidw'n awr.

Y ffordd yw Iesu at y Tad;
  Trwy rin ei aberth mawr,
Daw hedd, maddeuant,
    a mwynhad,
  I'r euog ar y llawr.

Tywalltodd ef ei werthfawr waed,
  Rhwng lladron ar y bryn,
I olchi'r du, aflanaf gaed,
  Yn lan fel eira gwyn.

Dowch ato ef, flinderog rai,
  Trwmlwythog dan bob loes,
Diflana'ch poen,
    a syrthia'ch baich,
  Yn ngolwg angeu'r groes.

Ymunwn yma gyda'i saint,
  Yn mlaen, yn mlaen yr awn,
Nes cyrhaedd - O ryfeddol fraint!
  I wlad gorphwysfa lawn.

To the soul loaded with by pain and ache,
  Let it be published in every place:
Jesus is truly giving a resting place
  To the burdened, weary, and weak.

    Believe ye in him, believe ye in him,
      Believe ye in him now;
    He will keep you, he will keep you,
      He will keep you now.

The way is Jesus to the Father;
  Through the merit of his great sacrifice,
Peace, forgiveness, and
    enjoyment shall come,
  To the guilty on earth below.

He poured out his precious blood,
  Between thieves on the hill,
To wash the black, most unclean there is,
  As clean as the white snow.

Come to him, ye wearied ones,
  Heavily laden under every anguish,
Your pain shall vanish,
    and your burden shall fall,
  In the sight of the death of the cross.

Let us join here with his saints,
  Onward, onward let us go,
Until arriving - O wonderful privilege!
  At the land of a full resting place.

Come, every soul by sin oppressed;
  There's mercy with the Lord,
And He will surely give you rest
  By trusting in His Word.

    Only trust Him, only trust Him,
      Only trust Him now;
    He will save you, He will save you,
      He will save you now.

Yes, Jesus is the truth, the way,
  That leads you into rest;
Believe in Him
    without delay
  And you are fully blessed.

For Jesus shed His precious blood
  Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
  That washes white as snow.

O Jesus, blessèd Jesus, dear,
  I'm coming now to Thee;
Since Thou hast made
    the way so clear
  And full salvation free.

Come, then, and join this holy band,
  And on to glory go
To dwell in that celestial land
  Where joys immortal flow.