Nid oes funyd fach o'm bywyd
  Na fuost, Arglwydd, i mi'n dda,
Ti'm gwaredaist fil o weithiau,
  Yma ac acw, rhag rhyw bla;
    Fe'm hachubwyd
  Am it' sefyll o fy mhlaid.

Dengmil llawn o gyfyngderau,
  Ac o rwydau cyfrwys fwy,
Fu gan Satan i fy maglu,
  A chwympaswn iddynt hwy;
    Ti dy hunan
  Oedd a'm daliodd i i'r lan.

'Rwyt ti'n drech na'm calon galed,
  'Rwyt ti'n drech na'm pechod cas:
Ti wnai 'm hanwyl chwant a minnau,
  Pryd y mynost, gwympo i maes;
    Croesa 'mhechod -
  Croesa'r peth wyf am fwynhau.

Dy ddoethineb a dy allu
  Sydd yn abl i dori lawr,
D'rysu, difa, a newynu,
  'R penaf un o'm beiau mawr:
    Gwna i mi ganu;
  Concrwyd
      gelyn mwy na'r byd.

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Nid oes munud bach o'm bywyd,
  Na fuost, Arglwydd, i mi'n dda,
Ti'm gwaredaist fil o weithiau,
  Yma ac accw, rhag rhyw bla;
    Fe'm hachubwyd, &c.
  Am it' sefyll o fy mhlaid.

Deng mil lawn o gyfyngderau,
  Ac o rwydau cyfrwys fwy,
Fu gan satan i fy maglu,
  Cwymp'swn inneu iddynt hwy;
    Ti dy hunan, &c.
  Oedd a'm daliodd i i'r lan.

Mi dueddais gant o weithiau
  O ochr fy ngelynion cas,
Gwell bedd gennyf golli'r frwydr,
  Nag oedd gennyf gario'r maes;
    Ti'm hachubaist, &c.
  Pan o'wn inneu'n myn'd i'r tān.

'Rwyt ti'n drech nā'm calon galed,
  'Rwyt ti'n drech nā'm pechod cas:
Ti wnai'm hanwyl chwant a minneu,
  Pryd y mynnost, gwympo i maes;
    Croesa mhechod, &c.
  Croesa'r peth wyf am fwynhau.

Dy ddoethineb, a dy allu,
  Sydd yn abl torri lawr,
D'rysu, mwrddro, a newynu
  'R pennaf un o'm meiau mawr;
    Gwna i mi ganu, &c.
  Congc'rwyd
      gelyn fwy nā'r byd.

There is no small minute of my life
  Thou wast not, Lord, good to me,
Thou didst deliver me a thousand times,
  Here and there, from some plague;
    I was saved
  For thee to stand on my side.

Ten thousand full of straits,
  And of more crafty net,
Were by Satan to ensnares me,
  And I would fall into them;
    Thou thyself
  It was who held me up.

Thou art mightier than my hard heart,
  Thou art mightier than my detestable sin:
Thou wilt make my beloved lust and me,
  When thou wilt, fall out;
    Cross my sin -
  Cross the thing I am wanting to enjoy.

Thy wisdom and thy power
  Are able to break down,
Confound, destroy and starve,
  The chief of my great faults:
    Make me sing;
  An enemy greater than the world
      was conquered.

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There is no small minute of my life
  Thou wast not, Lord, good to me,
Thou didst deliver me a thousand times,
  Here and there, from some plague;
    I was saved, &c.
  For thee to stand on my side.

Ten thousand full of straits,
  And of more crafty net,
Were by Satan to ensnares me,
  And I would fall into them;
    Thou thyself, &c.
  It was who held me up.

I was inclined a hundred times
  From the side of my detestable enemies,
Better I have a grave than lose the battle,
  It was not within me to carry the field;
    Thou didst save me, &c.
  When I was going into the fire.

Thou art mightier than my hard heart,
  Thou art mightier than my detestable sin:
Thou wilt make my beloved lust and me,
  When thou wilt, fall out;
    Cross my sin, &c.
  Cross the thing I am wanting to enjoy.

Thy wisdom and thy power
  Are able to break down,
Confound, slay and starve,
  The chief of my great faults:
    Make me sing, &c.
  An enemy greater than the world
      was conquered.