Awr weddi hyfryd felus awr

Awr weddi hyfryd,
    felys awr,
Ti godi f'enaid uwch y llawr;
  Ti'm gelwi at yr orsedd rad,
  I ddweyd fy angenion wrth fy Nhad:
Mewn trallod dwys, — cyfyngder caeth,
Gwaredwyd f'enaid lawer gwaith,
  A'm traed rhag
      maglau uffern fawr,
  Trwy'th ail ddyfodiad, felys awr.

Awr weddi hyfryd,
    felys awr,
Fy ngweddi dwg at Dduw yn awr;
  Ei air a roes yn sylfaen gref
  Gwrandewir pawb a'i ceisiant ef;
Os ydyw'n galw arna' i'n ddwys,
I gredu ei air — rhoi arno 'mhwys,
  Mewn llwyr ymddiried ynddo'n awr,
  Disgwyliaf di, hoff felys awr.

Awr weddi hfgryd,
    felys awr,
Rho o'th ddiddanwch di yn awr,
  Nes caffwyf wel'd o Pisga'n glir
  Fy nghartref draw yn Nghanaan dir,
A hedeg fry, o'm carchar caeth,
I'r wlad sy'n llifo
    o fêl a llaeth,
  A bloeddio'n llon
      wrth ado'r llawr, -
  "Ffarwel, awr weddi, felys awr."

Delightful hour of prayer,
    sweet hour,
Thou raisest my soul above the ground;
  Thou callest me to the gracious throne,
  To tell my needs to my Father:
In intense trouble, - captive straits,
My soul was delivered many a time,
  And my feet from
      the snares of great hell,
  Through thy second coming, sweet hour.

Delightful hour of prayer,
    sweet hour,
My prayer take to God now;
  His word he gave as a firm foundation
  For all to listen to it and keep it;
If it is claling upon me intently,
To believe his word - to lean upon him,
  In complete trust in him now,
  I wait for thee - dear sweet hour.

Delightful hour of prayer,
    sweet hour,
Give of thy comfort now,
  Until I get to see from Pisgah clearly
  My home yonder in the land of Canaan,
And fly up, from my captive prison,
To the land that flows
    with honey and milk, -
  And shout cheerfully
      on leaving the earth, -
  "Farewell, hour of prayer, sweet hour."

Sweet hour of prayer!
    sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
  And bids me, at my Father's throne,
  Make all my wants and wishes known:
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
  And oft escaped
      the tempter's snare,
  By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer!
    sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
  To Him whose truth and faithfulness
  Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And, since He bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
  I'll cast on Him my every care,
  And wait for thee, sweet hour of pray'r!

Sweet hour of prayer!
    sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share
  Of those whose anxious spirits burn 
  With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Saviour
    shows his face,
  And gladly take
      my station there,
  And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!