Craig yr oesoedd gad i mi

Craig yr oesoedd, gad i mi
Byth ymguddio ynot ti;
  Dwfr a gwaed
      dy fynwes friw
  Sydd yn feddyginiaeth wiw,
I iacháu y galon hon,
A'r euogrwydd dan y fron.

Ni all holl weithredoedd dyn
Foddio hawliau'r ddeddf ei hun;
  Ni wnâi sêl,
      pen ysol dân,
  Ni wnâi ffrwd fy nagrau glân
Iawn am feiau mwy na rhi' -
Nid oes Geidwad ond tydi.

Dof yn waglaw at dy groes,
Glynaf wrthi trwy fy oes;
  Gwisg i'r noeth sydd gennyt ti,
  Gras a nerth i'm gwendid i,
Ffynnon wyt i'r frwnt
    â'i glwyf,
Golch fi, Geidwad, marw'r wyf.

Tra parhao dyddiau f'oes,
A phan ddelo marwol loes,
  Pan dihunaf, fore wawr,
  I wynebu'r Barnwr mawr,
Graig yr oesoedd, gad i mi
Byth ymguddio ynot ti.

gwelir:
  Craig yr oesoedd cuddia fi
  Craig yr Oesoedd ga'dd ei hollti
  Craig yr oesoedd ynot ti

Rock of ages, let me
Forever hide in thee;
  The water and blood of
      thy wounded breast
  Are worthy medicine,
To heal this heart,
And the guilt under my breast.

Not all the actions of a man can
Satisfy the rights of the law itself;
  Zeal could not,
      a head of consuming fire,
  A stream of my pure tears could not
Atone for sins more than number -
There is no Saviour but thee.

I come empty-handed to thy cross,
I will stick to it throughout my life;
  Dress for the naked thou hast,
  Grace and strength for my weakness,
A fount thou art for the filthy
    and his wound,
Wash me, Saviour, dying I am.

While ever the days of my life endure,
And whenever the throes of death come,
  When I awaken, in the morning dawn,
  To face the great Judge,
Rock of ages, let me
Forever hide in thee.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
  Let the water
      and the blood,
  From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
  Could my zeal
      no respite know,
  Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
  Naked, come to Thee for dress;
  Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the
    fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
  When I soar to worlds unknown,
  See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.