Ennynaist ynnof dân
Enynnaist ynof dân
Enynnaist ynwy dân

  Enynnaist ynof dân,
    Perffeithiaf dân y nef,
  Ni all y moroedd mawr
    Ddiffoddi mono ef;
Dy lais, dy wedd,
      a gweld dy waed,
Sy'n troi 'ngelynion dan fy nhraed.

  Mae caru 'Mhrynwr mawr,
    Mae edrych ar ei wedd
  Y pleser mwya' nawr
    Sy i'w gael
        tu yma i'r bedd:
O gariad rhad, O gariad drud,
Sydd fil o weithiau'n
      fwy na'r byd.

  Wel dyma'r gwrthrych cun,
    A dyma'r awr a'r lle
  Cysegraf fi fy hun
    Yn gyfan iddo fe;
Ffarwel, ffarwel bob eilun mwy,
Mae cariad Iesu'n drech na hwy.

  Er cymmaint ydyw grym
    Teganau maith y byd, 
  Parodrwydd Satan lym 
    Eu galw hwynt yn nghyd, 
Ond llawer mwy nag fedd y nef, 
Sy o bleser yn ei gwmni Ef.

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  Ennynaist ynnof dân,
    Berffeithiaf dan y nef,
  Na's gall y moroedd mawr,
    Byth ddiffodd mo'no ef;
Mae'th lais, mae'th wedd,
      mae rhyn di waed
Yn troi 'ngelynion dan fy nhraed.

  Mae caru Mhrynwr mawr,
    Mae edrych ar ei wedd,
  Yn bleser mwya 'nawr,
    Sy' gael tu yma
          i'r bedd:
O gariad rhad! O gariad drud!
Sydd fil o weithiau'n
      fwy na'r byd.

  Wel' dyma'r gwrthddrych cun,
    A thyma'r awr a'r lle
  Cysegra fi fy hun
    Yn gyfan iddo fe:
Ffarwel im' holl eilunod mwy,
Mae cariad Iesu'n drech na hwy.

gwelir:
  Mae caru Mhrynwr mawr
  Ni chefais yma erioed
  O dychwel Arglwydd mawr

  Thou didst kindle in me a fire,
    The most perfect fire of heaven,
  That the great seas cannot
    Extinguish;
Thy voice, thy face,
      and the sight of thy blood,
Are what put my enemies under my feet.

  To love my great Redeemer,
    To look upon his face
  Is the greatest pleasure now
    Which can be got
        this side of the grave:
O free love, O costly love,
Which is a thousand times
      greater than the world.

  Now here is the dear object,
    And here is the time and the place
  I will consecrate myself
    Wholly to him;
Farewell, farewell every idol from now on,
The love of Jesus is superior to them.

  Despite how much is the force
    Of the vast trinkets of the world,
  The preparedness of keen Satan
    To call them together,
But many more than heaven possesses
Is of pleasure in his company.

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  Thou didst kindle in me a fire,
    The most perfect under heaven,
  That the great seas cannot
    Ever extinguish;
Thy voice, thy face, and
      a little of thy blood, are
Putting my enemies under my feet.

  To love my great Redeemer,
    To look upon his face
  Is the greatest pleasure now
    Which can be got
        this side of the grave:
O free love, O costly love,
Which is a thousand times
      greater than the world.

  See here is the dear object,
    And here is the time and the place
  I will consecrate myself
    Wholly to him:
Farewell to me all idols from now on,
The love of Jesus is superior to them.