O cyfod 'fynu, f'enaid byw,
A gorfoledda yn dy Dduw;
  Fy nhafod deffro, a seinia 'ma's
  Ar led ei ogoneddus ras.

Fy nghodi o bydew pechod wnaeth,
A phyrth agored uffern gaeth;
  Sicraodd fy sefyllfa'n well
  Nag oedd cyn i mi gwympo 'mhell.

Rhoes freichiau'i fythol gariad dan
Fy enaid llesg blinedig gwan;
  Ac fry ar Graig yr Oesoedd gref
  Fy nhraed rhag llithro osododd ef.

Dinas fy nedwydd drigfan i,
A muriau gras amglchwyd hi;
  Ac iechydwriaeht cadarn gre'
  Fel caer i gadw'r sanctaidd le.

Gall Satan chwythu'i falais llym,
A'i luoedd ruo ā'u holl rym;
  Trugaredd Duw a'm
      ceidw o'r nef,
  Ac ettyl ei gynddaredd ef.

O cyfod fynu, f'enaid byw,
A'm tafod cān fawl hoff i'th Dduw,
  A seinia Haleluia 'nawr,
  I'm Prynwr mwyn a'm Brenin mawr.

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O cyfod 'nawr fy enaid byw,
A gorfoledda yn dy Dduw;
  Fy nhafod deffro a seinia ma's
  Ar led ei ogoneddus ras.

Rho'es freichiau bythol gariad dan
Fy enaid llesg, blinedig, gwan;
  Ac fry ar Graig yr oesoedd gref
  Fy nhraed, o'i ras, osododd ef.

Dinas fy nedwydd noddfa i
A muriau gras amgylchwyd hi 
  A seinio wnaf - Hosana'n awr
  I'm Prynwr mwyn a'm Brenin mawr.

gwelir: Dyrchafwn uchel Glod yn awr

O rise us, my living soul,
And rejoice in thy God;
  My tongue awake, and sound out
  Abroad his glorious grace.

Raise me from the pit of sin he did,
And the open gates of captive hell;
  He secured by standing better
  Than it was before I fell so far.

He put the everlasting arms of love under
My weak, feeble, exhausted soul;
  And upon the strong Rock of Ages
  My feet from slipping he set.

The city of my happy dwelling,
With the walls of grace was surrounded;
  And strong, firm salvation
  Like a citadel to keep the sacred place.

Satan can blow his keen malice,
And his hosts roar with all their force;
  The mercy of God shall
      keep me from heaven,
  And obstruct his wrath.

O rise up, my living soul,
And my tongue, sing fond praise to thy God,
  And sound Hallelujah now,
  To my dear Redeemer and my great King.

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O arise now, my living soul,
And rejoice in thy God;
  My tongue awake and sound out
  Abroad his glorious grace.

He put the everlasting arms of love under
My weak, feeble, exhausted sou;
  And upon the strong Rock of Ages
  My feet, by his grace, he set.

The city of my happy refuge
With the walls of grace was surrounded;
  And sound I shall - Hosanna now
  To my dear Redeemer and my great King.