Mi gyfarfum a gofidiau

Mi gyfarfum a gofidiau,
  Amryw weithiau ar fy nhaith,
Rhai addawyd i'm gorddiwes,
  Ereill greais lawer gwaith;
Ond o bob peth chwerw brofais,
  Pechod oedd y chwerwa' i gyd;
Hwn a wnaeth i'm Duw i wgu, -
  Minnau i grynu lawer pryd.

At y Gwr sy'n addaw maddeu,
  Af, er maint
      fy meiau mawr,
Ac addroda 'nghwyn alarus,
  Er yn boenus iawn yn awr:
Mewn amynedd a thosturi,
  Medr wrando weddi'r gwael,
Minnau arosaf wrth yr orsedd,
  Mae trugaredd rad i gael.

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Mi gyfarfum a gofidiau,
  Amryw weithiau ar fy nhaith;
Rhai addawyd i'm goddiwes,
  Ereill grëais lawer gwaith;
Ond o bobpeth chwerw brofais,
  Pechod gefais chwerwa' i gyd;
Hwn a wnaeth i'm Duw i wgu,
  A minnau grynu aml bryd.

Cystudd natur,
    trwm orthrymder,
  Barodd flinder lawer pryd;
Gwg rhagluniaeth,
    gwawd gelynion,
  Ro'es im dwyfron ofid drud:
Er hyn oll - a satan greulon,
  Pall cyfeillion,
      byd a'i ŵg,
Ni bu dim ro'es im fath loesion
  A bod genyf galon ddrwg.

Pechod ydyw gwreiddyn chwerw
  'N trallod garw oll i gyd;
Hwn sy'n peri uchel ochain,
  Gwaeau uffern boeth a'r byd:
Hwn oedd achos angeu Iesu,
  A'i galedi mawr i gyd;
Mawl diderfyn f'o i'r Duwdod,
  Concrodd bechod yr un pryd.

I met with griefs,
  At various times on my journey,
Some were promised to overtake me,
  Others I created many a time;
But of everything bitter I experienced,
  Sin was the bitterest of all;
'Twas this that made my God frown, -
  And me to tremble on many an occasion.

To the Man who promises to forgive,
  I shall go, despite the extent
      of my great faults,
And I shall report my lamenting complaint,
  Although very painful now:
In patience and mercy,
  He can listen to the prayer of the poor,  
While I shall wait at the throne,
  Free mercy is to be had.

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I met with griefs,
  At various times on my journey;
Some were promised to overtake me,
  Others I created many a time;
But of everything bitter I experienced,
  Sin I found the bitterest of all;
'Twas this that make my God frown,
  And me to tremble on many an occasion.

The affliction of nature,
    a heavy oppression,
  Caused grief on many an occasion;
The frown of providence,
    the scorn of enemies,
  Gave to my breast costly grief:
Despite all this - and cruel Satan,
  The failure of friends,
      the world and its frown,
Nothing gave me such anguish
  As having an evil heart.

Sin is the bitter root
  Of all our rough trouble altogether;
This is what causes loud groaning,
  The woes of hot hell and the world:
This was the cause of the death of Jesus,
  And all his great hardship;
Endless praise be to the Divinity,
  He conquered sin at the same time.