Fe'm gwelir heb un clwyf

  Fe'm gwelir heb un clwyf,
    Hosanna, f'enaid cân;
  Ac er mor aflan wyf,
    Fe'm gwneir yn berffaith lân!
Mae rhinwedd yn y dwyfol waed,
I'm golchi'n wyn o'm pen i'm traed.

  Daw bore y caf fod
    Heb bechod ac heb boen;
  Aс esgyn uwch y rhod,
    I ganmol Duw a'r Oen;
Yn mhlith angelion pur а saint,
Lle na ddаw gelyn byth na haint.

  O! henffych ddedwydd ddydd
    Y llwyr iacheir fy mhla;
  Y mawl tragwyddol fydd
    I'r Iesu'r Meddyg da;
Am hyn dadseiniaf "Iddo Ef,"
Yn uwch nâ holl angylion nef.

  Раn gaffwyf lanio fry,
    Yn hyfryd dy fy Nhad,
  Fy ffydd yn olwg try,
    A'm gobaith yn fwynâad:
Fy nghariad yma'n egwan sydd,
Ond yno'n fflаш angerddol bydd.

  I am to be seen without a wound,
    Hosannah, my soul sing;
  And although so unclean I am,
    I am to be made perfectly holy!
There is merit in the divine blood,
To wash me white from my head to my feet.

  The morn is coming when I may be
    Without sine and without pain;
  And ascend above the sky,
    To extol God and the Lamb;
Amongst pure angels and saints,
Where no enemy or infection may ever come.

  O hail thou happy day!
    When my plague is completely healed;
  The eternal praise shall be
    To Jesus the good Physician;
Therefore I shall resound "Unto Him,"
Louder than all the angels of heaven.

  When I get to land up above,
    In my Father's delightful house,
  My faith into sight shall turn,
    And my hope into enjoyment;
My love here is weak,
But there an ardent flame it shall be.