Ni droesom draw o dref

  Ni droesom draw o dref
    Gan ado'r bywyd gwell;
  A chrwydro is y nef
    I geisio'r borfa bell;
O! Fugail da, arafa'n hynt,
A dwg ni'n ôl i'r llwybrau gynt.

  Mewn lludded blin a loes,
    Diffygiem yn y gwaith;
  Ac ofnem, dan ein croes,
    Rhag methu ar y daith;
O! Feddyg da, iachâ ein briw,
Ac yn dy gryfder gad in fyw.

  Mae llanw gwan ein ffydd
    Yn wir ar amal drai;
  Ac ni thyr arnom ddydd
    Heb inni fynych fai;
O! Farnwr da, yn nydd y praw,
N'ad inni fod ar d'aswy law.

  We did not turn away from home
    Leaving the better life;
  And wander under heaven
    To seek the distant pasture;
O good Shepherd, slow our course,
And bring us back to the former paths.

  In grievous exhaustion and anguish,
    We would fail in the work;
  And we would fear, under our cross,
    Lest fainting on the journey;
O good Physician, heal our bruise,
And in thy strength let us live.

  The weak tide of our faith is
    Truly often ebbing;
  And no day breaks upon us
    Without our often sinning;
O good Judge, in the day of testing,
Do not let us be on thy left hand.