Pan y marw myfi at Iesu rhof gri

  Pan_yn marw, myfi
  At Iesu rhof gri,
Am iddo fy ngharu
  Am beth nas gwn i.

  Ond hyn mi a wn,
  Fod rhyngom fath glwm,
Ni thrig ef mewn llawnder
  Am gadael im' llwm.

  When dying, I
  To Jesus shall give a cry,
For his loving me
  What for I know not.

  But this I do know,
  That there is between us such a knot,
He will not dwell in fulness
  And leave me poor.

  O tell me no more
  Of this world's vain store,
The time for such trifles
  With me now is o'er;
  A country I've found
  where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determined
  On that happy ground.

  The souls that believe
  In paradise live,
And me in that number
  Will Jesus receive;
  My soul, don't delay;
  He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Saviour,
  And bless the glad day.

  No mortal doth know
  What He can bestow,
What light, strength, and comfort -
  Go after Him, go;
  Lo, onward I move
  To a city above,
None guesses how wondrous
  My journey will prove.

  Great spoils I shall win
  From death, hell, and sin,
'Midst outward afflictions
  Shall feel Christ within;
  And when I'm to die,
  "Receive me," I'll cry,
For Jesus hath loved me,
  I cannot tell why:

  But this I do find,
  We two are so joined,
He'll not live in glory
  And leave me behind;
  So this is the race
  I'm running through grace,
Henceforth, till admitted
  To see my Lord's face.

  And now I'm in care
  My neighbors may share
These blessings: to seek them
  Will none of you dare?
  In bondage, O why,
  And death will you lie,
When One here assures you
  Free grace is so nigh?