O fy Iesu'r Meddyg da

O! fy Iesu'r Meddyg da,
Atat dof i wella 'mhla;
  Ac os mynni, yn ddiáu
  Ti a elli fy nglanhau.

Llawer o rai fel myfi
A wellhawyd gennyt Ti;
  Pam yr ofna f'enaid mwy?
  Dal mae rhin dy farwol glwy'.

Gwella pawb 'r wyt Ti heb ball,
Byddar, mud, y cloff, a'r dall,
  Gwahangleifion, o bob rhyw -
  Wrth dy lais daw'r marw'n fyw.

Ti yw'r unig Feddyg rhad,
Anffaeledig ym mhob gwlad;
  Trwy dy ras a rhin
      dy groes,
  Meddyg ydwyt i bob oes.

Ti yn unig, O! fy Nuw,
A all drin fy nghalon friw;
  Golch fi'n llwyr, a byddaf lân,
  Ac i'th ras bydd
      byth fy nghân.

O my Jesus, the good Physician,
To thee I come to heal my plague;
  And if thou wilt, doubtless
  Thou canst cleanse me.

Many of those like me
Were healed by thee;
  Why shall my soul fear any more?
  The merit of thy mortal wound endures.

Healing all art thou without fail,
Dumb, mute, the lame, and the blind,
  Lepers, of every kind -
  At thy voice the dead come alive.

Thou art the only gracious Physician,
Unfailing in every land;
  Through thy grace and the merit
      of thy cross,
  A Physician art thou for every age.

'Tis thou alone, O my God,
Who canst treat my bruised heart;
  Wash me completely, and I shall be clean,
  And to thy grace shall
      forever be my song.