Fy ngweddi dos i'r nef

Fy ngweddi, dos i'r nef,
  Yn union at fy Nuw,
A dywed wrtho Ef yn daer,
 "Atolwg, Arglwydd, clyw!
Gwna'n ôl d'addewid wych
  I'm dwyn i'th nefoedd wen;
Yn Salem fry partô fy lle
  Mewn llys o fewn i'r llen."

Pererin llesg a llaith,
  Dechreuais daith oedd bell,
Trwy lu o elynion
    mawr eu brad
  Gan geisio gwlad sydd well;
Am ffoi mae f'enaid tlawd
  At f'annwyl Frawd a'm Pen;
Yn Salem fry partô fy lle
  Mewn llys o fewn i'r llen.

[Pererin llesg a llaith,
   Dechreuais daith oedd bell,
 Trwy'r holl elynion
     mawr eu brad
   Gan geisio gwlad sydd well;
 Iachâ bob clwyf a brath
   A dail y bywiol bren,
 Yn Salem fry par'to fy lle
  Mewn llys o fewn i'r llen.]

Yng nglyn wylofain trist,
  Lle bu fy Nghrist, 'r wy'n byw;
Ac wrth ryfela â'm
    gelyn caeth
  Fy nghalon aeth yn friw;
Iachâ bob clwyf a brath
  Â dail y bywiol bren;
Yn Salem fry partô fy lle
  Mewn llys o fewn i'r llen.

Mae 'mrodyr uwch y nen
  Yn canu ar ben eu taith;
A minnau oedais lawer awr
  Ar siwrnai fawr a maith;
Ond bellach tyn fi'n ddwys,
  Ar Grist dod bwys fy mhen;
Yn Salem fry partô fy lle
  Mewn llys o fewn i'r llen.

Gwna im' fyn'd ymlaen yn ddewr,
  Trwy ddyfroedd mawr a thân,
Heb ofni Satan lew na'i lu,
   Nes elwy' i Seion lân;
Gan ddiangc ar y byd,
  I'm cartref clŷd uwch ben:
Yn Salem fry partô fy lle
  Mewn llys o fewn i'r llen.

'R wy'n gwel'd yr oriau'n hir,
  I fod o dir fy ngwlad;
'Bryd deuaf at fy mrodyr fry,
  Sy'n canu yn nhŷ fy Nhad?
Gael gorphen ar fy nhaith,
  A'm siwrne faith îs nen:
Yn Salem fry partô fy lle
  Mewn llys o fewn i'r llen.

gwelir:
  Mae tywyll anial nos
  O Iesu'r meddyg da
  Pererin llesg a llaith

My prayer, go to heaven,
  Directly to my God,
And say to Him dearly,
  Beseeching, Lord, hear!
Do according to thy wonderful promise
  Lead me to thy bright heavens;
In Salem above prepare my place
  In the court within the curtain.

A pilgrim weary and timid,
  I began my journey which was far,
Through a host of enemies
    of great treachery
  While seeking the land which is better;
For my poor soul to flee
  To my dear Brother and my Head;
In Salem above prepare my place
  In the court within the curtain.

[A pilgrim weary and timid,
  I began my journey which was far,
 Through all the enemies
     of great treachery
   While seeking the land which is better;
 Heal every wound and pang
   With the leaves of the lively tree,
 In Salem above prepare my place
   In the court within the curtain.]

In the vale of sad lamentation,
  Where Christ was, I am living;
And while battling with my
    enemy of captivity
  My heart gets broken;
Heal every wound and pang
  With the leaves of the tree of life;
In Salem above prepare my place
  In the court within the curtain.

My brothers are above the sky
  Singing at the end of their travel;
While I have tarried below for an hour
  On a journey great and long;
But now draw me firmly,
  On Christ lean my head;
In Salem above prepare my place
  In the court within the curtain.

Make me go forward bravely,
  Through great waters and fire,
Without fearing the lion Satan or his host,
  Until I go to holy Zion;
Escaping from the world,
  To my secure home over head:
In Salem above prepare my place
  In the court within the curtain.

I am seeing the hours as long,
  To be from the land of my country;
When shall I come to my brothers above,
  Who are singing in my Father's house?
To get to finish on my travel,
  And my vast journey under the sky:
In Salem above prepare my place
  In the court within the curtain.

Direct unto my God,
  With speed, my cry ascend:
Present to Him this urgent plea: -
  "In mercy, Lord, attend!
Fulfil thy gracious word,
  To bring me to thy rest;
In Salem soon my place prepare,
  And make me ever blest!"











 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 





























"Down in a vale of tears
  Where dwelt my Christ I mourn,
And in the conflict with my foes,
  My tender heart is torn:
O heal each bleeding wound,
  With thy life-giving tree;
In Salem, Lord, above the strife,
  A place prepare for me!"