Anturiaf at ei orsedd fwyn

Anturiaf at ei orsedd fwyn, 
  Tan eitha tywyll nos;
Ac mi orphwysaf, doed a ddel,
  Ar haeddiant gwaed y groes.

Mi waeddaf yn y 'storom fawr,
  Dan donau fwy na rhi';
Ac fe esgyna'm drylliog lef,
  I entrych nefoedd fry.

Fe ffŷ'r tywyllwch wrth fy nghri,
  Yn nghyfyngderau'r nos;
Can's nid â'n ofer gais fy Nuw,
  A waeddodd ar y groes.

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Anturiaf at ei orsedd fwyn,
  Dan eithaf tywyll nos;
Ac mi orffwysaf, doed a ddêl,
  Ar haeddiant gwaed ei Groes.

Mae ynddo trugareddau fil,
  A chariad heb ddim trai,
A rhyw ffyddlondeb fel y môr
  At ei gystuddiol rai.

Mi rof ffarwél
    i bob rhyw chwant -
  Pob pleser is y nen;
Ac yr wy'n cymryd Iesu o'm bodd
  Yn Briod ac yn Ben.

Ni welaf wrthych mewn un man,
  O'r ddaear las i'r ne',
A dâl ei garu tra fwyf byw,
  Yn unig ond Efe.

gwelir:
  Rhan I - Ni fethodd gweddi daer erioed
  Agorwyd pyrth y nefoedd wiw
  Mae'r orsedd fawr yn awr yn rhydd
  Ni gawsom y Messia'n rhad
  Ni's gall angylion pur eu dawn
  'Rwy'n edrych dros y bryniau pell

I will venture to his gentle throne,
  Until the utter dark of night;
And I will rest, come what may,
  On the merit of the blood of the cross.

I will shout in the great storm,
  Under billows more than number;
And my broken cry will ascend,
  To the vault of heaven above.

The darkness will flee at my cry,
  In the straits of the night;
For I will not go in vain to seek my God,
  Who shouted on the cross.

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I will venture to his gentle throne,
  Under the utter dark of night;
And I will rest, come what may,
  On the merit of the blood of the cross.

In him are a thousand mercies,
  And love without ebbing at all,
And a kind of faithfulness like the sea
  To his afflicted ones.

I will give a farewell
    to every kind of desire -
  Every pleasure under the sky;
And I will take Jesus willingly
  As Spouse and as Head.

I see none beside you in any place,
  From the blue-green earth to the heaven,
Who keeps his love while I live,
  Except Him alone.