Gwyn ei fyd yr ystyriol frawd,
  A wnel â'r tlawd syberwyd:
Yr Arglwydd ystyriol o'r nef
  A'i ceidw ef rhag drygfyd.

Yn ei wely pan fo yn glaf,
  Rhydd y Goruchaf iechyd;
A Duw a g'weiria oddi fry
  Ei wely yn ei glefyd.

Dywedais innau yna'n rhwydd,
  Dod, f'Arglwydd, dy drugaredd;
Iachâ' di'r dolur sy dan f'ais,
  Can's pechais mewn anwiredd.

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Gwyn fyd y da ystyriol frawd,
  A wnel â'r tlawd syberwyd;
Ystyr yr Arglwydd
    hyn o'r nef,
  I'w gadw ef rhag drygfyd.

Yn ei wely pan fo yn glaf,
  Rhydd y Goruchaf iechyd;
A Duw 'gyweiria oddi fry
  Ei wely yn ei glefyd.

Dywedais innau yna'n rhwydd,
  Dod, Arglwydd, dy drugaredd;
Iachâ' y dolur sy dan fy ais,
  Can's pechais mewn anwiredd.

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O gwyn ei fyd ystyriol frawd,
  A wnel â'r tlawd syberwyd;
Yr Arglwydd da o entrych nef,
  A'i ceidw ef rhag drygfyd.

Pan fyddo yn ei wely'n glaf,
  Rhydd y Goruchaf iechyd;
A Duw gyweiria oddi fry
  Ei wely yn ei glefyd.

Dywedais innau yna'n rhwydd,
  Dod, Arglwydd, dy drugaredd;
Iachâ' y dolur sy dan f'ais,
  Can's pechais mewn anwiredd.

Blessed is the considerate brother,
  Who deals with the poor decently:
The considerate Lord from heaven
  Will keep him from evil.

In his bed when he be ill,
  The Most High will give health;
And God will mend from above
  His bed in his illness.

As for me, I then said freely,
  May thy mercy, Lord, come;
Heal the sadness that is under my breast,
  Since I sinned in untruth.

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Blessed is the good, considerate brother,
  Who deals with the poor decently:
The Lord will consider
    this one from heaven
  To keep him from evil.

In his bed when he be ill,
  The Most High will give health;
And God will mend from above
  His bed in his illness.

As for me, I then said freely,
  May thy mercy, Lord, come;
Heal the sadness that is under my breast,
  Since I sinned in untruth.

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O blessed is the considerate brother,
  Who deals with the poor decently;
The good Lord from the vault of heaven,
  Will keep him from evil.

When he is in his bed ill,
  The Most High will give health;
And God will mend from above
  His bed in his illness.

As for me, I then said freely,
  May thy mercy, Lord, come;
Heal the sadness that is under my breast,
  Since I sinned in untruth.

1 Happy the man whose tender care 
    relieves the poor distressed;
  When he's by trouble compassed round
    the Lord shall give him rest.

3 If he in languishing estate,
    oppressed with sickness lie;
  The Lord will easy make his bed,
    and inward strength supply.

4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
    I thus my pray'r addressed:
  "Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
    though I have much transgressed."

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1 Happy the man whose tender care 
    relieves the poor distressed;
  When he's by trouble
      compassed round
    the Lord shall give him rest.

3 If he in languishing estate,
    oppressed with sickness lie;
  The Lord will easy make his bed,
    and inward strength supply.

4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
    I thus my pray'r addressed:
  "Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul, 
    though I have much transgressed."

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1 Happy the man whose tender care 
    relieves the poor distressed;
  When he's by trouble compassed round
    the Lord shall give him rest.

3 If he in languishing estate,
    oppressed with sickness lie;
  The Lord will easy make his bed,
    and inward strength supply.

4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
    I thus my pray'r addressed:
  "Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul, 
    though I have much transgressed."