Mae Crist y Meddyg mawr

  Mae Crist y Meddyg mawr,
    Yn gwella pob rhyw glwy';
  Dyneswn ato'n awr,
    Heb oedi dim yn hwy;
Yr enaid clwyfus caiff wellhad,
Mae meddyginiaeth Duw yn rhad.

  Iacháu cenhedloedd byd,
    Trwy rinwedd
          gwaed y groes,
  Mae'r Meddyg mawr o hyd
    Heb ball, o oes i oes;
Diderfyn, fel ehangder nef,
Ei allu a'i ewyllys Ef.

  Mewn cydymdeimlad llwyr
    Y gwrendy ar y gwael,
  A'r hwn sy'n ceisio, gŵyr
    Ba le mae Ef i'w gael;
Mae'n agos atom i'n gwellhau,
A'i gydymdeimlad yn parhau.

  Anturiwn oll, yn llawn
    O hyder, at ei draed,
  A meddyginiaeth gawn
    Trwy rin ei
          werthfawr waed;
Dan glwyfau pechod o bob rhyw
Awn ato Ef, a byddwn fyw.

  Christ the great Physician is
    Healing every kind of wound;
  Let us draw near to him now,
    Without delay any longer;
The wounded soul may get made better,
The medical treatment of God is free.

  Healing the nations of the world,
    Through the merit of
          the blood of the cross,
  The great Physician is still
    Without failure, from age to age;
Endless, like the breadth of heaven,
His power and His will.

  In complete sympathy
    He listens to the poor,
  And he who seeks Him knows
    Where He is to be found;
He is near to us to make us better,
And his sympathy endures.

  Let us all venture, full
    Of boldness, to his feet,
  And medical treatment let us get
    Through the message of his
          precious blood;
Under the wounds of sin of every kind
Let us go to Him, and we shall live.