Rhan I - 1,2,3;  1,2,3,4,5;  1,6.
Tori wnes fy addunedau
  Gant o weithiau maith eu rhi';
Ac mae'n rhaid
    rhyw ras anfeidrol
  Gadw euog fel myfi;
Wrth yr orsedd 'rwyf yn cwympo,
  Ac nid oes o dan y nef,
Fan y caf fi feddyginiaeth,
  Ond o flaen ei orsedd Ef.

Grâs fel moroedd all fy achub,
  Perffaith gyflawn ym mhob rhan,
Grâs a roddo nerth a bywyd,
  Ac a wnelo'n gryf y gwan;
Rhaid cyfiawnder,
    rhaid doethineb,
  A phob grasau, fawr a mân,
Cyn yr elo f'enaid eiddil,
  Sydd mewn cadwyn, gàm yn mlaen.

Rhaid cael llygaid, fel y gwelwyf
  Hyfryd beraidd lwybrau'r dydd;
A chael holl allweddau'r nefoedd
  I ddad-gloi cadwynau'n rhydd;
A chael llusern fawr y bywyd
  Fyth i gerdded o fy mlaen,
Ganol dydd yn gwmwl goleu,
  Ganol nôs yn golofn dân.

Tywysog bywyd, bydd o'm hochr,
  'Rwyf yn mron a llwfrhau;
'Dyw 'ngelynion, mewn rhifedi
  Na chyndynrwydd, ronyn llai;
Torf o faes o hyd sy'n temtio,
  Torf o fewn o'u cymmaint hwy,
Ac mewn cynghrair gyda'u gilydd
  Am roi i mi farwol glwy'.

Minnau rois fy holl ymddiried,
  Iesu, arnat ti dy hun;
Ac nid oes un enw arall
  A all achub y fath un;
Tyn fi'n mlaen i'r ardal hyfryd,
  'Maes o'r anial maith ei hyd;
Ti gei'r clod a'r holl ogoniant
  Pan yn ulw'r elo'r byd.

Atat, Arglwydd, dyrcha f'enaid,
  Rho f'och'neidiau ger dy fron;
Unrhyw ateb i'm griddfanau
  Dyfnion fedd y ddaear hon;
Mae fy nghalon yn ehedeg,
  Mae fy nymuniadau'n llu,
Yn dihengu uwch troiadau
  Haul a sêr
      y nefoedd fry.

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1,(2),3.
Torri wnes fy addunedau
  Gant o weithiau maith eu rhi';
Ac mae'n rhaid
    wrth ras anfeidrol
  I gadw euog fel myfi;
Wrth yr orsedd 'r wyf yn cŵympo,
  Ac nid oes un enw i maes,
Ag y rydd im feddyginiaeth,
  Ond yn unig gorsedd gras.

Gras fel moroedd all fy achub,
  Perffaith gyflawn ym mhob rhan,
Gras a roddo nerth a bywyd,
  Ac a wnelo'n gryf y gwan;
Rhaid wrth iawnder a doethineb,
  A phob grasau, fawr a mân,
Cyn yr êl fy enaid eiddil,
  Sydd mewn cadwyn, gam ymlaen.

Minnau rois fy holl ymddiried,
  Iesu, arnat Ti dy Hun;
Ac nid oes un enw arall
  A all achub y fath un;
Tyn fi 'mlaen i'r ardal hyfryd,
  'Maes o'r anial maith ei hyd;
Ti gei'r clod a'r holl ogoniant
  Wedi'r elo'n ulw'r byd.

gwelir:
  Rhan II - Twysog bywyd bydd o'm hochr

 
I broke my vows
  A hundred times of great number;
And there is need for
    some immeasurable grace
  To save a guilty one like me;
At the throne I will fall,
  And the is nowhere under heaven,
Where I may get medical treatment,
  But before His throne.

Grace like oceans can save me,
  Perfect, full in every part,
Grace which gives strength and life,
  And which makes strong the weak;
There is need of righteousness,
    need of wisdom,
  And all graces, great fawr and small,
Before my feeble soul go,
  Which is in a chain, a step onward.

Need to have eyes, thus will I see
  The delightful, sweet paths of the day;
And have all the keys of the heavens
  To unlock the chains free;
And get the great lantern of life
  Forever to walk in front of me,
At midday as a cloud of light,
  At midnight as a column of fire.

The Prince of life, he will be on my side,
  I almost quail;
Enemies in numbers do not
  Nor obstinacy, the least grain;
A crowd outside which continue to tempt,
  A crowd within of their greatness,
And in league with each other
  Wanting to give me a mortal wound.

As for me, I will put my whole trust,
  Jesus, in thee thyself;
And there is no other name
  Which can save such a one;
Draw me forward to the delightful region,
  Out of the the desert of vast extent;
Thou wilt get the praise and all the glory
  When to ashes goes the world.

To thee, Lord, I lift up my soul,
  Put my sighs before thee;
Any answer to my deep
  Groans which belong to this earth;
My heart is flying,
  My wishes are a host,
Escaping above the turns
  Of the sun and the stars
      of the heavens above.

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I broke my vows
  A hundred times of great number;
And there is need for
    some immeasurable grace
  To save a guilty one like me;
At the throne I will fall,
  And there is no name henceforth,
Which gives me medical treatment,
  But only the throne of grace.

Grace like oceans can save me,
  Perfect, full in every part,
Grace which gives strength and life,
  And which makes strong the weak;
There is need for righteousness and wisdom,
  And all graces, great and small,
Before my feeble soul go,
  Which is in a chain, a step forward.

As for me, I have put my whole trust,
  Jesus, in thee thyself;
And there is no other name
  Which can save such a one;
Draw me forward to the delightful region,
  Out of the the desert of vast extent;
Thou wilt get the praise and all the glory
  When the world goes to ashes.