O Arglwydd dyro fwy o flās

O! Arglwydd, dyro fwy o flās
  Ar wirioneddau mawr dy ras;
A golau pur yr Ysbryd Glān
  I dywys f'enaid gwan ymlaen.

A dyro nerth yn ōl y dydd
  I deithio glyn wylofain prudd;
Nes dod uwch cyrraedd
    byd a chnawd
  A holl elynion f'enaid tlawd.

Fy enaid paid a llwfrhau,
  Wrth wel'd gofidiau'n amlhau;
Fe dry dy Dduw y croesau blin,
  Ar ben y daith yn felus wīn.

Mi dro'f fy ngolwg tua'r bryn,
  Lle daeth i'm nerth
      wrth raid cyn hyn;
Nes delo 'r awr i fyned trwy,
  Na wela'i groes
      na thrallod mwy.

gwelir: Fy enaid paid a llwfrhau

O God, give more of a taste
  Of the great truths of thy grace;
And the pure light of the Holy Spirit
  To lead my weak soul onward.

And give strength after the day
  To travel the vale of sad lamentation;
Until coming above the reach
      of world and flesh
  And all the enemies of my poor soul.

My soul, stop being downhearted,
  On seeing griefs multiplying;
Thy God will turn the wearying crosses,
  At journey's end into sweet wine.

I will turn my sight towards the hill
  Where came to me strength
      in need before this;
Until the hour comes to go through,
  I will not see a cross
      or trouble any more.