O air nefolaidd hyfryd

O air nefolaidd hyfryd,
  Gwahoddiad melus iawn,
Yn galw ar yr euog
  I gael maddeuant llawn;
Mewn gwae neu ynte wynfyd,
  Mewn hedd neu ynte loes,
Rwy'n clywed "Deuwch" Iesu,
  A rhedaf at y groes.

    Deuwch ataf fi,
        deuwch ataf fi,
    Llwythog a blinderog,
        deuwch ataf fi,
    Deuwch ataf fi,
        deuwch ataf fi,
    Llwythog a blinderog,
        deuwch ataf fi,

Fy enaid p'am y crwydri,
  Oddiwrth y cyfaill mwyn;
Yn nes anturia atto,
  A dywed wrtho'th gwyn;
Pan fyddwy'n teimlo'n euog,
  'Does dim a'm hesmwytha,
Ond gwasgu i gymdeithas,
  A nodded f'Arglwydd da.

O cadw fi'n dy gwmni,
  O Arglwydd, cadw fi,
Yn ddigon agos atat
  I wrando'th eiriau di;
Na ad fi wrth fy hunan,
  Na ad fi grwydro'n ffol,
Ond dyro nerth i ddilyn,
  Yn ffyddlon ar dy ol.

O delightful heavenly word,
  A very sweet invitation,
Calling on the guilty
  To get full forgiveness;
In woe or else blessedness,
  In peace or else anguish,
I am hearing the "Come" of Jesus,
  And I run to the cross.

    Come ye unto me,
       come ye unto me,
    Burdened and weary,
       come ye unto me.
    Come ye unto me,
       come ye unto me,
    Burdened and weary,
       come ye unto me.

My soul, why dost thou wander,
  Away from the gentle Friend;
Next venture to him,
  And tell to him thy complaint;
When I am feeling guilty,
  Nothing soothes me,
But pressing to the fellowship,
  And protection of my good Lord.

O keep me in thy company,
  O Lord, keep me,
Sufficiently close to thee
  To listen to thy words;
Do not leave me by myself,
  Do not let me wander foolishly,
But give strength to follow,
  Faithfully after thee.

O word, of words the sweetest,
  O word, in which there lie
All promise, all fulfilment,
  And end of mystery!
Lamenting, or rejoicing,
  With doubt or terror nigh,
I hear the "Come!" of Jesus,
  And to his cross I fly.

    Come! oh, come to me!
        Come! oh, come to me!"
    "Weary, heavy laden,
        Come! oh, come to me!"
    Come! oh, come to me!
        Come! oh, come to me!"
    "Weary, heavy laden,
        Come! oh, come to me!"

O soul! why shouldst thou wander
  From such a loving Friend?
Cling close, closer to him,
  Stay with him to the end;
Alas! I am so helpless,
  So very full of sin,
For I am ever wand'ring,
  And coming back again.

Oh, each time draw me nearer,
  That soon the "Come" may be,
Naught but a gentle whisper,
  To one close, close, to thee;
Then, over sea and mountain,
  Far from, or near my home,
I'll take thy hand and follow,
  At that sweet whisper, "Come!"