O ras didrai y ne'

O, ras didrai y ne'!
  O, serch uwch llafur llu!
Nid aethum hyd yn hyn i'm lle -
  Nid wyf yn uffern ddu!
Ni ledodd safn y llawr
  I lyncu f'einioes wan,
Er crogi uwch y llosglyn mawr
  Ce's obaith eto'n rhan.

Gobeithiaf gael cyn hir
  Y Deyrnas oddifry;
Yr heddwch pur, y meddwl clir,
  Y cariad bythol, cry';
Y gras sancteiddiol dardd
  I'm dwyn i'r llys diglwy',
Gobeithiaf wel'd Dy wyneb hardd,
  Lle na ddaw pechod mwy.

Beth wnaf i gadw'm glwys
  Wynfawl obaith byw?
Gweddïo, gwylio, wylo'n ddwys,
  A gwasanaethu'm Duw;
Na foed i'm byth dristau
  Fy mwyn hwyrfrydig Nêr;
Ond glynu yn fy Iesu'n glau
  A cadw'i holl Air pêr.

Os rhoddaist, Iôr, i mi
  Y cyfryw rasol ofn,
Sef arswyd rhag dy ddigio di,
  Boed mwy'n fy nghalon dd'ofn!
Ac nis gadawaf byth
  Dy ffyrdd, O llanw'm bron,
A nerth trugaredd
    fawr ddilyth,
  A thrig yn eigion hon.

O unebbing grace of heaven!
  O ardour above the labour of a host!
I have not gone thus far to my place -
  I am not in black hell!
The jaws of the ground have not opened
  To swallow my weak life,
Despite hanging above the great fiery vale
  I got hope yet as a portion.

I hope to get before long
  The Kingdom from above;
The pure peace, the clear thought,
  The strong, everlasting love;
The sacred grace that springs forth
  To take me to the illness-free court,
I hope to see thy beautiful face,
  Where no sin comes any more.

What shall I do to keep my secure,
  Blessed hope alive?
Pray, watch, weep earnestly,
  And serve my God;
Let me never sadden
  My dear, long-suffering Master;
But stick fast to my Jesus
  And keep all his sweet Word.

If thou gavest, Lord, to me
  Such a gracious fear,
That is a horror of angering thee,
  Let my heart fear it more!
And I shall never leave
  Thy ways, O flood my breast,
With the strength of
    great, unfailing mercy,
  And dwell in this ocean.

O unexhausted grace!
  O love unsearchable!
I am not gone to my own place,
  I am not yet in hell!
Earth doth not open yet,
  My soul to swallow up!
And hanging o'er the burning pit,
  I still am forced to hope.

I hope at last to find
  The kingdom from above,
The settled peace, the constant mind,
  The everlasting love;
The sanctifying grace
  That makes me meet for home:
I hope to see thy glorious face,
  Where sin can never come.

What shall I do to keep
  The blessed hope I feel?
Still let me pray, and watch, and weep,
  And serve thy pleasure still;
O may I never grieve
  My kind, long-suffering Lord!
But steadfastly to Jesus cleave,
  And answer all his word.

Lord, if thou hast bestowed
  On me this gracious fear,
This horror of offending God,
  O keep it always here!
And that I never more
  May from thy ways depart,
Enter with all
    thy mercy's power,
  And dwell within my heart.