Trugaredd a ddug/ddyg o dir estron

Trugaredd a ddyg o dir estron
  Y truan afradlon i'w fro,
Pan ydoedd ar drengi gan eisiau,
  Ymhell o'i chyffiniau ar ffo;
Trugaredd â modrwy addurnodd
  Yr adyn na haeddodd un hedd;
Trugaredd i'r tŷ a'i gwahoddodd,
  Trugaredd arlwyodd y wledd.

Trugaredd sy'n galw y gelyn
  Ystyfnig, a chyndyn, a châs,
At orsedd y nefoedd i blyga,
  A chanu i'r Iesu a'i ras:
Trugaredd yw testyn y nefoedd,
  Trugaredd wnaeth luoedd yn lan,
Trugaredd yw gwledd y pechadur,
  Ei obaith, ei gysur, a'i gân.

'Twas mercy led from the foreign land
  The wretched prodigal to his region,
When he was about to perish in need,
  Far from its borders having fled;
Mercy with a ring adorned
  The scoundrel who deserved no peace;
Mercy to the house invited him,
  Mercy prepared the feast.

'Tis mercy that is calling the enemy,
  Stubborn, and obstinate, and hateful,
To the throne of heaven to bow,
  And sing to Jesus and his grace:
Mercy is the theme of heaven,
  Mercy made hosts holy,
Mercy is the feast of the sinner,
  His hope, his comfort, and his song.