O Arglwydd dena'm serch a'm bryd

O Arglwydd, dena'm
    serch a'm bryd,
Ar y gwrthddrychau sy
     uwch y byd;
  Trysorau hyfryd
      can-mil gwell,
  Cuddiedig draw ar fryniau pell.

[O Arglwydd, dena'm
     serch a'm bryd,
 Oddiar wrthddrychau gwael y byd;
   At drysor hyfryd
       can-mil gwell,
   A drefnwyd draw ar fryniau pell.]

Draw mae ein Iesu mawr a'n Duw,
A brodyr fyrddiwn ini'n byw;
  Mae yno rai'n clodfori o hyd,
  Fu'n teithio
      gyda ni'n y byd.

Dringasant hwy i ben eu taith,
Gorphen'sant ar eu llafur waith;
  Gwynfyd a f'ai yno byth,
  Yn moli'n beraidd yn eu plith.

[Dringasant hwy i ben eu taith,
 'N ol gorphen ar eu llafur waith;
   Gwynfyd na f'a'wn i yn eu plith,
   Yn moli'n beraidd yno byth.]

Wel, cyn bo hir ni ddown ynghyd,
O eithaf pedwar cẁr y byd;
  O'r gogledd, de, a'r dwyrain bell,
  I gael mwynhau cymdeithas well.

Yno y derfydd poen a gwae,
A holl gystuddiau'r duwiol rai;
  Caiff yr holl etholedig ryw
  Wyneb yn wyneb weled Duw.

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O Arglwydd, dena'm
    serch a'm bryd
Ar y gwrthddrychau uwch y byd;
  Trysorau hyfryd,
      can mil gwell,
  Cuddiedig draw ar fryniau pell.

O am gael golwyg hoff o'r wlad,
A gorsedd ein tragwyddol Dad;
  Lle'r eiste'n Prynwr mawr ei fri,
  Mewn corph cyffelyb i'n cyrph ni.

Tyr'd, nefol G'lomen, oddi fry,
A ch'od ni ar d'adenydd cu;
  Esgyn, a dwg ni fynu'n grwn
  Uwchlaw holl bethau'r bywyd hwn.

Tyr'd â'r awelon hyny lawr
Sy'n deffro'r arg'oeddiadau mawr;
  A deued y deheuwynt clyd,
  Sy'n codi'm henaid uwch y byd.

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             1,2,(3),4.

O Arglwydd, dena'm
    serch a'm bryd
Ar y gwrthddrychau sy
     uwch y byd;
  Trysorau hyfryd
      can-mil gwell,
  Cuddiedig draw ar fryniau pell.

O nertha f'enaid gwan ei ffydd,
Roi 'ofal arnat ti bob dydd;
  Heb flino 'nghylch amseroedd draw,
  Y rhai o bosibl byth ni ddaw.

Rho i mi lechu'n dawel glyd,
Tu hwnt i sŵn fy meiau i gyd;
  Uwch twrf a
      themtasiynau'r llawr,
  Tan gysgod dy
      gyfiawnder mawr.

A boed fy nghlustiau'n gwrando o hyd
Ddirgelion dystaw nefol fyd;
  A'm hunig bleser ddydd a nos
  Yn nyfnion wirioneddau 'r groes.

gwelir:
  Gweddio 'rwyf och'neidio yn brudd
  O nertha f'enaid gwan ei ffydd
  O tyred y gogleddwynt
  Pererin wyf tua Salem bur
  Tyr'd nefol G'lomen oddi fry

O Lord, attract my
    affection and my attention,
To the objects which are
    above the world;
  Delightful treasures a
      hundred thousand times better,
  Hidden yonder on distant hills.

[O Lord attract my
     affection and my attention,
 From the base objects of the world;
   To delightful treasure a
       hundred thousand times better,
   Ordained yonder on distant hills.]

Yonder are our great Jesus and our God,
And myriads of brethren to us living;
  There some are always extolling,
  Who were travelling
      with us in the world.

They had climbed to their journey's end,
They rest from their work's labour;
  Blessed would be being there forever,
  Praising sweetly amongst them.

[They had climbed to their journey's end,
 After finishing their work's labour;
   How blessed I would be amongst them,
   Praising sweetly there forever.]

See, before long we shall come together,
From the four extreme corners of the world;
  From the north, south, and the far east,
  To get to enjoy a better fellowship.

There pain and woe shall end,
And all the afflictions of the godly ones,
  All the chosen kind shall get
  Face to face to see God.

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O Lord, attract my
    affection and my mind
To the objects above the world;
  Delightful treasures,
      a hundred thousand times better,
  Hidden yonder on distant hills.

O to get a lovely view of the land,
And the throne of our eternal Father;
  Where sits our Redeemer of great renown,
  In a body similar to our bodies.

Come, heavenly Dove, from above,
And raise us on dear wings;
  Ascend, and bring us up roundly
  Above all the things of this life.

Bring those breezes down
Which awaken the great convictions;
  And let the cosy south wind come
  Which raises my soul above the world.

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O Lord, attract my
    affection and my mind
To the objects that are
    above the world;
  Delightful treasures,
      a hundred thousand times better,
  Hidden yonder on distant hills.

O strengthen the faith of my weak soul,
To put its care upon thee every day;
  Without grieving about times to come,
  Those that possibly shall never come.

Grant me to lurk quietly securely,
Beyond the sound of all my faults;
  Above the tumult and
      temptations of the earth,
  Under the shadow of thy
      great righteousness.

And let my ears always listen
To the quiet mysteries of a heavenly world;
  And my only pleasure day and night
  In the deep truths of the cross.