Clyw Arglwydd gwrando fi'n ddi-goll

Clyw, Arglwydd, gwrando fi'n ddi-goll,
  O'th flaen mae'm holl ddymuniad;
Ni chuddiwyd mo'm hochenaid i
  Oddi wrthyt ti fy Ngheidwad.

Am im' ymddiried yn fy Nuw,
  O Arglwydd Dduw Goruchaf!
Y mae'n ddiammheu genyf fi,
  Fyth y gwrandewi arnaf.

Duw, nac ymâd, na fydd yn mhell,
  Pan ddelo dichell ffyrnig;
Brysia i'm cymhorth ar bob pryd,
  Fy Nuw, fy iechyd unig.

Hear, Lord, listen to me unfailingly,
  Before thee is all my wish;
My groan was not hidden
  From thee my Saviour.

Since I trust in my God,
  Lord God Most High!
I have no doubt,
  Forever thou dost listen to me.

God, do not leave, do not be distant,
  When fierce deception comes;
Hurry to help me on every occasion,
  My God, my only health.

 9 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes 
     all my desires appear;
   And sure my groans have been too loud 
     not to have reached thine ear.

15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal,
     my innocence to clear;
   assured that thou, the righteous God,
     my injured cause wilt hear.

21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
     nor far from me depart;
22 Make haste to my relief, O thou,
     who my salvation art.