Llefara wrthym Iesu cu

Llefara wrthym Iesu cu
  Mewn cariad pûr a hedd;
Hyfrydwch mwya f'enaid i
  Yw edrych ar dy wedd.

Mor brâf y treulia'r oriau llon,
  Os Iesu yno fydd;
Anghofio'r ym ein cûr a'n poen,
  A'n holl feddyliau prudd.

Dyrus yw'r gwaith
    o gario'r groes
  Medd Satan, cnawd a'r byd;
Hyfryd fydd poen,
    melus fydd loes
  Ond cael dy wynebpryd.

O tyred yma'r Brenin mawr,
  Preswylia yn ein plith;
Llawena'n calon yma 'nawr,
  Dy fawr glôd seiniwn byth.

Fy hyfryd waith boed hyn o hyd,
  Difyrrwch oriau f'oes;
Nes myn'd i mewn i'r nefol fyd,
  Lle derfydd cario'r groes.

gwelir: O tyred yma 'r Brenin mawr

Speak to us, dear Jesus,
  In pure love and peace;
The greatest delight of my soul
  Is looking on thy face.

So good is spending the cheerful hours,
  If Jesus be there;
Forgetting we are our beating and our pain,
  And all our sad thoughts.

Troublesome is the work
    of carrying the cross
  Say Satan, flesh and the world;
Delightful shall be pain,
    sweet shall be anguish
  If only getting thy countenance.

O come here, great King,
  Reside amongst us;
Cheer our hearts here now,
  Thy great praise let us sound forever.

My delightful work be this always,
  The pleasure of the hours of my age;
Until going within the heavenly world,
  Where carrying the cross shall cease.

Talk with us, Lord, Thyself reveal,
  While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
  The kindling of Thy love.

With Thee conversing, we forget
  All time, and toil, and care;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
  If Thou, my God, art here.

Thou callest me
    to seek Thy face,
  'Tis all I wish to seek;
To attend the whispers
    of Thy grace,
  And hear Thee inly speak.

Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
  And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,
  And echo to Thy voice.

Let this my every hour employ,
  Till I Thy glory see;
Enter into my master's joy,
  And find my heaven in Thee.