Gwyn fyd y neb maddeuant ga's

Gwyn fyd y neb maddeuant ga's,
  Trwy ddwyfol ras, o'i drosedd;
Y dyn y cuddiwyd ei holl fai,
  Ei bechod a'i anwiredd.

Gwyn fyd y dyn ni chyfrif Duw
  Ei amryw feiau iddo;
A'r hwn newidiwyd
    oll er gwell,
  Fel nad oes dichell ynddo.

Cyfadde'r ŷm o'th flaen yn awr,
  O Dduw, ein mawr gamweddau;
Tosturia wrthym, nefol Dad,
  A maddeu'n rhad ein beiau.

Yn lloches gadarn iawn bydd in',
  Rhag ing yn Geidwad graslon;
Ac amgylchyna ni yn lân,
  A chân ymwared gysson.

Blessed is anyone who got forgiveness,
  Through divine grace, of his transgression;
The man all of whose faults are covered,
  His sin and his falsehood.

Blessed is the man whom God does not account
  His various faults to him;
And the one who was changed
    all for the better,
  So there is no deception in him.

Confessing we are before thee now,
  O God, our great trespasses;
Be merciful to us, heavenly Father,
  And forgive freely our faults.

A very firm refuge be to us,
  From anguish a gracious Saviour;
And surround us totally,
  With a constant song of deliverance.

 1 He's blessed whose sins
       have pardon gained,

     no more in judgement to appear;

 2 Whose guile remission has obtained,

     and whose repentance is sincere.



 5 No sooner I my wound disclosed,
     the guilt that tortured me within,
   But thy forgiveness interposed,
     and mercy's healing balm poured in.

 7 Thy favour, Lord, in all distress,
     my tow'r of refuge I must own;
   Thou shalt my haughty foes suppress
     and me with songs of triumph crown.