Llawn euogrwydd llawn o ddychryn

Llawn euogrwydd, llawn o ddychryn,
  Llawn o boen yw'm henaid gwan,
Anghrediniaeth cryf yn haeru
  Byth na ddof oddi yma i'r làn;
    Balm o Gilead,
  Unig all wellhau fy nghlwyf.

Mi feddyliais yn y bore
  Buaswn amser maith cyn hyn,
Gwedi maeddu fy ngelynion,
  Ac yn canu ar Sïon fryn;
    Sŵn y rhyfel,
  Ydyw'r man 'rwyf etto'n byw.

Weithiau bron yr wyf a chredu
  Erioed ni ches effeithiol ras,
Credu bron mai fy mhechodau
  Yn y diwedd biau'r maes;
    Dwg fi, Arglwydd,
  Dwg fi o'r caethiwed hwn.

gwelir:
  Dal fy llygad dal heb ŵyro
  Mi feddyliais yn y bore

Full of guilt, full of alarm,
  Full of pain is my weak soul,
Strong unbelief claiming
  I never shall come up from here;
    The balm of Gilead,
  Alone can heal my wound.

I thought in the morning
  I would a long time before this,
Have beaten my enemies,
  And be singing on Zion hill;
    The sound of the war,
  Is the place I am still living.

Sometime I almost believe
  I never shall get effective grace,
Believe almost that my sins
  In the end shall claim the field;
    Lead me, Lord,
  Lead me from this captivity!

In the morning I expected,
  That I should long, long ere now,
All my eager foes have conquered,
  That a crown should grace my brow:
    War and tumult,
  Still distress my wearied ears.