O Arglwydd grasol, trugarhâ,
  A gwrando lais y gwan:
Amlyga'th hun i'm henaid cla'
  Cyn myn'd i'r bythol fan.

Mewn poen a gofid rhaid im' fod,
  Heb weled gwedd fy Nuw;
Mewn gwae a th'w'llwch dan y rhod,
  Heb nabod Iesu gwiw.

O tyred, Arglwdd, tyr'd yn glau,
  Rho f'enaid caeth yn rhydd;
Doed diwedd ar fy mhoenus wae,
  A hedd i'm hysbryd prudd.

Dy hyfryd lais, dy hawddgar wedd,
  A lwyr foddlona mryd:
Dy gariad sydd ddigonol wledd,
  Uwch holl bleserau'r byd.

Dy iachawdwriaeth, Arglwydd mawr,
  O dod yn rhan i mi,
A gād im' weled hyfryd wawr
  Boreuddydd jubili.

O gracious Lord, have mercy,
  And listen to the voice of the weak:
Reveal thyself to my wounded soul
  Before going to the eternal place.

In pain and worry I must be,
  Without seeing my God's face;
In woe and darkness under the sky,
  Without knowing worthy Jesus.

O come, Lord, come quickly,
  Set my captive soul free;
Let there be an end to my painful woe,
  And peace to my sad spirit.

Thy pleasant voice, thy beautiful face,
  Completely satisfy my mind:
Thy love is a sufficient feast,
  Above all the pleasures of the world.

Thy salvation, great Lord,
  May it come to be my lot,
And let me see the  delightful dawn
  Of the morn of Jubilee.