Na thro dy ŵyneb Arglwydd glân

Na thro dy ŵyneb, Arglwydd glân,
  Oddi wrth un truan agwedd,
Y sydd o flaen dy borth yn awr,
  Mewn cystudd mawr yn gorwedd.

Yr wyf yn gorwedd wrth dy ddôr,
  Attolwg agor i mi;
Er fod fy muchedd yn ddi-rôl,
  'Rwy'n edifeiriol, gweli.

Na alw mo'nof ger dy fron,
 I roddi union gyfrif:
Yr wy'n cydnabod, fy Nuw hael,
  Y bywyd gwael oedd genyf.

Felly y deuaf at dy borth,
  I ddisgwyl cymmhorth ddigon,
Sef dy drugaredd i lanhau
  Fy holl welïau budron.

Trugaredd, f'Arglwydd, heb ddim mwy,
  Yw'r cwbl yr wy'n ei geisio;
Trugaredd yw fy newis lwydd,
  Trugaredd, f'Arglwydd, dyro!

gwelir:
  Galw 'rwyf arnat am dy fod
  Trugaredd f'Arglwydd heb ddim mwy

Turn not thy face, holy Lord,
  Away from one of a wretched aspect,
Who is before thy gate now,
  In great affliction lying.

I am lying at thy door,
  I beseech thee open to me;
Although my conduct is unruly,
  I am repentant, see thou.

Do not call me before thee,
  To give a strict account:
I am recognising, my generous God,
  The base poor life I have been having.

Therefore I come to thy gate,
  To await sufficient help,
That is, thy mercy to cleanse
  All my filthy ulcers.

Mercy, my Lord, with nothing more,
  Is all I am seeking;
Mercy is my successful choice,
 Mercy, my Lord, give!

O Lord, turn not Thy face from me,
  Who lie in woeful state,
Lamenting all my sinful life
  Before Thy mercy-gate.

A gate which opens wide to those
  That do lament their sin;
Shut not that gate against me, Lord,
  But let me enter in.

And call me not to strict account
  How I have sojourned here;
For then my guilty conscience knows
  How vile I shall appear.

So come I to Thy mercy gate,
  Where mercy doth abound,
Requiring mercy for my sin
  To heal my deadly wound.

Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask;
  This is my humble prayer;
For mercy, Lord is all my suit,
  O let Thy mercy spare.