Wrth gofio'i riddfannau'n yr ardd,
  A'i chwys fel defnynau o waed,
Aredig ar gefen mor hardd,
  A'i daraw â chleddyf ei Dad;
Ei arwain i Galfari fryn,
  A'i hoelio wrth groesbren
      o'i fodd,
Fa dafod all dewi am hyn?
  Pa galon mor galed na thodd?

Wrth gofio am goron ddrain,
  Fe folir am finegr sur;
Fe genir am bicell mor fain,
  Clodforir am
      hoelion o ddur:
Bydd anthem yn dechrau o hyd
  I Brynwr y byd yn ddi-boen,
Gan saint a seraffiaid ynghyd,
  Yn bloeddio mai teilwng yw'r Oen.

Cyflawnwyd y gyfraith i gyd,
  Fe ddofwyd ei llid heb fy lladd;
Cyfiawnder,
    wrth hir ofyn Iawn,
  Ei daliad yn gyflawn a gadd;
Cyfiawnder a'r gyfraith sy'n awr
  Yn edrych i lawr yn ddi-lid;
Mae'r priodolaethau mewn hedd
  Yn gweiddi "Trugaredd" i gyd.

Caed ffynnon o ddŵr ac o waed
  I olchi rhai duon eu lliw,
Ei ffrydiau a redodd yn rhad
  I'r ardal lle'r oeddwn yn byw;
Er cymaint o rwystrau
    gadd hon,
  Grym arfaeth a'i gyrrodd ymlaen,
I olchi ty Ddafydd o'r bron,
  Jeriwsalem hefyd ddaw'n lân.

1-2: Thomas Lewis 1759-1842
3 : Edward Jones 1761-1836
4 : Casgliad Morris Davies 1832

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Wrth gofio'i riddfannau'n yr ardd,
  Ei chwys fel defnynnau o waed,
Aredig ar gefn mor hardd,
  A'i daro gan
      erchyll law brad,
Ei arwain i Galfari fryn,
  A'i hoelio ar
      groesbren o'i fodd -
Pa dafod all dewi am hyn?
  Pa galon mor galed na thodd?

Fy Iesu, 'r wy'n gweled dy lun
  Yn rhoddi dy einioes i lawr;
O! tyred i'r golwg dy hun,
  Gad imi dy weled yn awr;
Pan welais di gynt wrth dy fwrdd,
  Diangfa a ges ynot ti;
Tywyllwch a giliodd i ffwrdd,
  Pob peth oedd yn oleu i mi.

Anianol synwyrau bob rhyw,
  Mae hyn yn ddirgelwch i chwi,
Ffydd newydd-anenig o Dduw
  Eglura y cwbl i mi -
Try'r bara yn Fara sy'n rho'i
  I'm henaid i fywyd o hyd,
Mi wn fod ei fwyta yn troi
  Fy natur yn fywyd i gyd.

Y nerth a'r anrhydedd a'r clod,
  Y moliant a'r
      parch yn gytûn,
O'r nefoedd i'r ddaear gaiff fod
  Yn gyfan i'm Harglwydd ei hun;
Aed sŵn ei farwolaeth i maes,
  O'r dwyrain lluosog i'r de,
Helaethed terfynau ei ras,
  Mor bell ag y cyrraedd y ne'.

gwelir:
  Caed ffynnon o ddŵr ac o waed
  Cyflawnwyd y gyfraith i gyd
  Datguddiwyd dirgelion i maes
  'Does mesur amseroedd byth fry
  Fy Iesu 'r wy'n gweled dy lun
  Mor.html O gariad O gariad mor rhad
  Pa feddwl pa 'madrodd pa ddawn?
  Pechadur fy Arglwydd a'i gŵyr
  Yn Sïon mae cyfraith ragorol

While remembering his groans in the garden,
  And his sweat like drops of blood,
Ploughed on the back so beautiful,
  And his stroke with his Father's sword;
His leading to Calvary hill,
  And his willingly being nailed
      to the wooden cross,
What tongue can keep quiet about this?
  What heart so hard that it not melt?

While remembering a crown of thorns,
  He is to be praised for the sour vinegar;
He is to be sung for the spear so sharp,
  He is to be extolled for
      the nails of steel:
An anthem will be starting always
  To the Redeemer of the world painlessly,
Together with saints and seraphim,
  Shouting that worthy is the Lamb.

Fulfilled was the law altogether,
  His wrath was tamed without killing me;
Righteousness,
    while long demanding Satisfaction,
  Its payment in full it got;
Righteousness and the law which are now
  Looking down without anger;
The attributes are in peace
  Praying "Mercy" altogether.

There is a fountain of water and of blood.
  To wash those black their colour;
Its streams which ran freely
  To the region where I was living:
Although there were so many
    obstacles there,
  A force of purpose drove it on,
To wash the house of David completely,
  Jerusalem also becoming clean.

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While remembering his groans in the garden,
  His sweat like drops of blood,
The ploughing of his back so beautiful,
  And his striking by the
      hideous hand of treachery,
His being led to Calvary hill,
  And his willingly being nailed
      to the wooden cross -
What tongue can be silent about this?
  What heart so hard as not to melt?

My Jesus, I am seeing thy image
  Laying thy life down;
O come to view thyself!
  Let me see thee now;
When I saw thee before at thy table,
  An escape I got in thee;
Darkness retreated away,
  Everything was light to me.

Natural senses of every kind,
  These are a secret to you,
Faith newly-born from God
  Explain thou the whole to me -
The bread turns into Bread which is giving
  To my soul to live always,
I know that eating it turns
  My nature all into life.

The strength and the honour and the esteem,
  The praise and the
      reverence in agreement,
From the heavens to the earth shall be
  Entirely to my Lord himself;
Let the sound of his death go forth,
  From the numerous east to the south,
Let the boundaries of his grace extend,
  As far as to reach heaven.

Gethsem'ne! the vision I see! -
  His blood-sweat bedewing his face,
My Saviour - the Sinless - 'tis He,
  His head, bowed with woe, in my place;
I follow to Calvary's height,
  "'Tis finished!" He cries -
      loving deed!
What tongue but will tell it with might?
  What heart, yea so hard, but will bleed?