Dymunaf fi ddyrchafu'n awr

Dymunaf fi ddyrchafu'n awr
Fy llais mewn mawl i'm Prynwr mawr
  Son am ei gariad byth a wna';
  Yr Iesu wnaeth bob peth yn dda.

O! cariad mwy na hwn nid oes,
Sef diodde' angau,
     angau'r groes;
  O'm hachos i rhoed arno bla,
  Yr Iesu wnaeth bob peth yn dda.

Iachawdwr holl-ddigonol yw,
I atteb angeu dynol-ryw,
  Iacha'dd y cloff,
      y dall a'r cla',
  Gwnaeth ef i ddyn bob peth yn dda.

I'r gwan amddifad mae fe'n frawd,
Mae'n hynod dlws i'r enaid tlawd;
  Ni fedraf draethu'i
      glod heb feth,
  Can's da y gwnaeth Efe bob peth.

Beth wyf fi well meddiannu'n drist
Y byd i gyd a bod heb Grist?
  Trysor difeth,
      mae'n bob peth im',
  Ond bod heb Dduw
      yw bod heb ddim.

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Dymunaf fi ddyrchafu'n awr
Fy llais mewn mawl i'm Prynwr mawr
  Sôn am ei gariad byth a wna' -
  Yr Iesu wnaeth bob peth yn dda.

Oh! cariad mwy na hwn nid oes,
Sef dioddef angeu,
    angeu'r groes;
  O'm hachos i
      rhoed arno bla; -
  Yr Iesu wnaeth bob peth yn dda.

Iachawdwr holl ddigonol yw,
A'i ddoniau'n rhâd i ddynol ryw;
  Iacha'dd y cloff,
      y dall a'r cla';
  Gwnaeth Ef i ddyn bob peth oedd dda.

Achubodd ddyn, bentewyn tân,
Fe wna'i ddu glwyf
    mor wyn a'r gwlân:
  Yn wir fe wnaeth - yn awr fe wna
  Bob peth ei hun i ddyn sydd dda.

I'r gwan amddifad mae Fe'n frawd,
Mae'n hynod dlŵs i'r enaid tlawd;
  Ni fedraf draethu'i
      glod heb feth,
  Can's da y gwnaeth Efe bob peth.

gwelir: Beth wyf fi well er meddu'n drist?

I wish to raise now
My voice in praise to my great Redeemer
  Talk about his love forever I shall;
  The Jesus who did everything well.

O there is no love greater than this,
That he suffered death,
    the death of the cross;
  Because of me a plague was put upon him,
  The Jesus who did everything well.

The all-suffiecient Saviour is he,
To answer the death of human-kind,
 He healed the lame,
      the blind and the sick,
  He did for man everything well.

To the weak orphan he is a brother,
He is notably lovely to the poor soul;
  I cannot tell out his
      acclaim unfailingly,
  Since well did he everything.

What better am I possessing sadly
All the world and being without Christ?
  Unfailing treasure,
      it is everything to me,
  But to be without God
      is to be without anything.

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I wish to raise no
My voice in praise to my great Redeemer,
  Talk about his love forever I shall -
  Jesus did everything well.

O there is no love greater than this,
That he suffered death,
    the death of the cross;
  Because of me a plague
      was put upon him; -
  The Jesus who did everything well.

The all-sufficient Saviour is he,
With his gracious gifts for human kind;
  He healed the lame,
      the blind and the sick;
  He did for man everything that was good.

He saved man, the brand of fire,
He made his black wound
    as white as the wool:
  Truly he did - now he does
  Everything himself for man that is good.

To the weak orphan he is a brother,
He is notably lovely to the poor soul;
  I cannot tell out his
      acclaim unfailingly,
  Since well did he everything.