O! 'r iachawdwriaeth fawr yng Nghrist,
Swn melys hyfryd yw i'm clust;
  Balm cryf i'm clwyfau o bob rhyw,
  A chysur im dan ofnau yw.

O! wele iachawdwriaeth lawn,
Gwellhad ysbrydol ynddi gawn;
  Yr iachawdwriaeth helaeth hon
  Sy'n llwyr iachau
      holl friwiau'r fron.

Mewn bedd o bechod gorwedd bu
Ein henaid wrth ddrws uffern ddu;
  Ond codi'r ym,
      trwy ras ein Duw,
  I weled nefol ddydd, a byw.

Aed swn yr iachawdwriaeth fawr
O amgylch ogylch daear lawr;
  A boed i'r nef a'i lluoedd llon
  Gyfodi eu llef i seinio hon.

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Yr iechydwriaeth fawr yng Nghrist,
Sŵn melys hyfryd yw i'm clust;
  Balm cryf i'm clwyfau o bob rhyw,
  A chordial im rhag ofnau yw.

Aed sŵn yr iachydwriaeth fawr
O ddeutu'r ddaear faith yn awr;
  O boed i'r nef a'i lluoedd llon
  Gyfodi llef i seinio hon.

The great salvation in Christ,
Is a sweet, delightful sound to my ear;
  A strong balm to my wounds of every kind,
  And a comfort to me under fears it is.

O see full salvation,
Spiritual healing in it we get;
  This generous salvation
  Is completely healing
      all the bruises of the breast.

In a grave of sin were lying
Our souls at the door of black hell;
  But rising we are,
      through the grace of our God,
  To see a heavenly day, and live.

Let the sound of the great salvation go
Round about the earth below;
  And let heaven with its cheerful hosts
  Raise their cry to sound this.

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O the great salvation in Christ,
Is a sweet, delightful sound to my ear;
  A strong balm to my wounds of every kind,
  And a cordial to me against fears it is.

Let the sound of the great salvation go
Around the vast earth now;
  O let heaven with its cheerful hosts
  Raise a cry to sound this.

Salvation! O the joyful sound!
  What pleasure to our ears!
A sovereign balm for every wound,
  A cordial for our fears.







Buried in sorrow and in sin,
  And at hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise
    by grace divine
  To see a heavenly day.

Salvation! let the echo fly
  The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
  Conspire to raise the sound!

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Salvation! O the joyful sound!
  What pleasure to our ears!
A sovereign balm for every wound,
  A cordial for our fears.

Salvation! let the echo fly
  The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
  Conspire to raise the sound!