O edrych arnaf Arglwydd mawr

O edrych arnaf Arglwydd mawr,
  O'r faith drysorau llawn;
A llanw'r euog tlawd sy' heb ddim
  O'th nefol ddwyfol ddawn.

Duw, tyr'd yn glau, mae'n gyflawn bryd,
  'Rwy'n gruddfan dan fy mhoen;
Yn methu d'od i'r ffynnon rād,
  Santeiddiaf waed yr Oen.

O maddeu 'mai, a golch yn llwyr
  Fy euogrwydd oll i gyd;
Ac n'ad fi flino d'Ysbryd mwy
  Tra byddwyf yn y byd.

Rho nerth im' rhodio er dy glōd
  Ac i ti bellach fyw;
A threulio mywyd gyd a blās
  I ganmol gras fy Nuw.

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O edrych arnaf, Arglwydd mawr,
  Er mwyn yr unig Iawn;
A llanw'r euog tlawd
    heb ddim,
  A'th nefol ddwyfol ddawn.

Dyma bechadur truan gwan,
  Yn griddfan dan ei wae;
Can's grym fy mhla sydd wedi'm rhoi,
  I hollol lwfrhau.

Duw, tyr'd yn glau mae'n gyflawn bryd,
  'Rwy'n gruddfan dan fy mhoen;
Rho nerth i'm ddod
    i'r ffynon rad,
  Santeiddiaf waed yr Oen.

O maddeu 'mai, a golch yn llwyr
  Fy llygredd mawr i gyd;
Ac n'ad i'm flino'th
    Ysbryd mwy,
  Tra byddwyf yn y byd.

Mae temtasiynau'r ddraig yn gryf
  A minnau 'd wyf ond gwan:
Nid oes ond dwyfol nerth dilyth
  A'm deil i byth i'r lann.

Mae llid o'r dwyrain
    ac o'r de',
  Am gael fy mhen i lawr;
Trag'wyddol allu Brenhin ne',
  A'm dwg i'r lann ryw awr.

gwelir:
  Agorwyd pyrth y nefoedd wiw
  Nid oes o fewn i mi i gyd
  O Iesu gobaith yr holl fyd

O look upon me, great Lord,
  From the vast full treasures;
And flood the guilty poor who have nothing
  O thy heavenly divine gift.

God, come quickly, it is high time,
  I am groaning under my pain;
Failing to come to the gracious fount,
  The most sacred blood of the Lamb.

O forgive my fault, and wash entirely
  All my guilt altogether;
And let me no longer grieve thy Spirit
  While ever I am in the world.

Give strength for me to walk for thy praise
  And live for thee henceforth;
And spend my life with a taste
  To extol the grace of my God.

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O look upon me, great Lord,
  For the sake of the only Satisfaction;
And flood the poor, guilt one,
    without anything,
  With thy heavenly, divine gift.

Here a wretched, weak sinner,
  Groaning under his woe;
Since the force of my plague has put me,
  Completely to loosing heart.

God, come quickly it is a fulfilled time,
  I am groaning under my pain;
Give strength for me to come
    to the free fount,
  Of the most holy blood of the Lamb.

O forgive my fault, and wash completely
  All my great corruption;
And do not let me grieve
    thy Spirit any more,
  While ever I am in the world.

The temptations of the dragon are strong
  And I am nothing but weak:
There is only sincere, divine strength
  That keeps me forever up.

There is wrath from the east
    and from the south,
  Wanting to get my head down;
The eternal power of the King of heaven,
  Shall lead up some hour.