Arglwydd gwrando'r gwan yn griddfan

Arglwydd, gwrando'r gwan yn griddfan,
  Methu credu daw i'r lan,
Gan mor dywyll yw y cymylau,
  Cloffi rhwng dau feddwl gwan;
Credu'n wan ac ofni llawer,
  Methu d'od i Seion fryn,
Ofni brâd fy holl elynion,
  Ofni f'hun yn fwy na dim.

Weithiau yn y tywyll gymoedd,
  Weithiau ar ben y
      mynydd glâs,
Weithiau'n yfed dyfroedd Mara,
  Weithiau'r gwin pereiddia'i flas;
Weithiau'n gruddfan ac och'neidio,
  Weithiau'n canu'r delyn bêr,
Weithiau'n isel dan y tònau,
  Weithiau'n cuwch
      a'r haul ar sêr.

Lord, hear the weak one groaning,
  Failing to believe that I shall come up,
Since so dark are the clouds,
  Limping between two weak thoughts;
Believing weakly and fearing much,
  Failing to come to Zion hill,
Fearing the treachery of all my enemies,
  Fearing myself more than anything.

Sometimes in the dark valleys,
  Sometimes on top of the
      blue-green mountain,
Sometimes drinking the waters of Marah,
  Sometimes the wine with a sweet taste;
Sometimes groaning and sighing,
  Sometimes playing the sweet harp,
Sometimes low under the waves,
  Sometimes as high as the
      sun and the stars.

Hear my grief! believe I cannot
  That for me there is a hope,
Who, between two weak opinions
  Halting, in the darkness grope:
Fearing much and trusting little,
  Shall I stand at last or fall?
Fearing evil hosts of darkness,
  Fearing self the most of all!

Sometimes in the gloomy valley,
  Sometimes on the
      sunny height;
Sometimes drinking Marah's waters,
  Sometimes wine of pure delight:
Sometimes sighs and bitter meanings,
  Sometimes joy on every string;
Sometimes low beneath the billows,
  Sometimes sunward
      on my wing.