Pan fo pryder lond fy nghalon

Pan fo pryder lond fy nghalon,
  Ac amheuon dan fy mron,
O! fy Iesu pur, fy nghysur,
  Bydd yn nerth drwy'r yrfa hon;
Rho dy gwmni, bydd yn agos,
  Gad im deimlo bod dy law
Yn fy nhywys drwy yr hirnos
  I'r boreddydd hyfryd draw.

Drwy unigedd nos a stormydd
  Mae fy ffordd dros fryniau maith;
O! bydd imi yn arweinydd,
  Gwyddost Ti bob cam o'r daith;
Pan fo 'mhechod yn fy nrysu,
  Pan ddiffygiwyf gan fy mraw,
Arwain fi, fy annwyl Iesu,
  I'r boreddd hyfryd draw.

When worry fills my heart,
  And doubts be under my breast,
O my pure Jesus, my comfort,
  Be a strength through this course;
Grant thy company, be near,
  Let me feel that thou art at hand
Leading me through the long night
  To yonder delightful morn of day.

Through loneliness of night and storms
  Is my way over vast hills;
O be to me a guide,
  Thou knowest every ste of the journey;
When my sin is confusing me,
  When my fear causes me to lose heart,
Lead me, my dear Jesus,
  To yonder delightful morn of day.