Pechadur wyf a redodd

Pechadur wyf a redodd
  Yn gyflym tua'r tān,
Trugaredd rad a redodd
  Gyflymach o fy mla'n;
Ymleddais ā thrugaredd,
  Ni fyn'swn gwympo'i lawr;
Trugaredd ga'dd y trechaf,
  'Rwy'n foddlon ddigon 'nawr.

Ond b'asai fod trugaredd
  Yn drech nā'm nwydau oll,
Ystruan dan y felldith
  Buaswn byth ar goll;
Can's uffern oedd fy haeddiant
  A'm gwyneb yno oedd;
Ond rhad drugaredd frysiodd,
  Fy nghefn arni trodd.

Mi garaf Duw'r drugaredd
  A'm carodd i mor rad,
Gan ddwyn y fath afradlon
  I fyw i dŷ ei Dad;
Teyrnased ei drugaredd
  Byth yn fy enaid cu,
Nes delo'r awr i'w foli
  Yn Salem dawel fry.

A sinner am I who ran
  Fast towards the fire,
Free mercy ran
  Faster before me;
I fought with mercy,
  I resisted falling down;
Mercy got the upper hand,
  I am sufficiently content now.

But it would be that mercy was
  Mightier than all my lusts,
A wretch under the curse
  I would forever be lost;
Since hell was what I deserved
  And that is what I was facing;
But free mercy rushed,
  My back upon it it turned.

I love the God of mercy
  Who loved me so freely,
Leading such a prodigal
  To live in the house of his Father;
May his mercy reign
  Forever in my dear soul,
Until the hour come to praise him
  In quiet Salem above.