O Arglwydd na cherydda fi (Yn dy lidiowgrwydd llym)

O Arglwydd, na cherydda fi,
  Yn dy lidiowgrwydd llym:
Wyf wan a llesg, Ti'n unig yw
  Fy nghysur, a fy ngrym.

Dychrynwyd f'enaid, O pa brad
  'R adferi im' dy hedd?
Pan ddêl marwolaeth ni's gall neb
  Dy foli'n llwch y bedd.

Diffygiais gan fy ochain mawr,
  Wrth wylo dan fy loes:
Bu'm gwely'n foddfa lawer pryd
  Gan ddagrau ar hyd nos.

O dychwel attaf etto'n glau,
  A gwared f'enaid gwan,
Gwrandäwr gweddi ydwyt Ti;
  Fy Nuw, bydd i mi'n rhan.

O Lord, do not rebuke me,
  In thy sharp wrath:
I am weak and feeble, thou alone art
  My comfort, and my strength.

My soul was horrified, O when
  Wilt thou restore to me thy peace?
When death comes no-one can
  Praise thee in the dust of the grave.

I fainted by my great groaning,
  While weeping under my anguish:
My bed ws a drowning-place many a time
  By tears all night long.

O return to me again quickly,
  And deliver my weak soul,
A hearer of prayer art thou;
  My God, me to me a portion.