O'th fawr drugaredd Arglwydd cu

O'th fawr drugaredd, Arglwydd cu,
  Gâd fi y flwyddyn hon,
Er mwyn yr un sydd heddyw fry
 Yn eiriol ger dy fron.



Ffigysbren ddiffrwyth iawn fûm i,
  Yn haeddu 'nhorri lawr;
Er hyn fy arbed wnaethost ti,
  Er mwyn yr Iesu mawr.



Rho'ist amser imi droi a byw
  O'th rad drugaredd, Ior;
O bded i'm calon doddi'n glau
  Mewn dagrau wrth dy ddôr.



O! Ffrind yr edifeiriol, gwel
  Fi'n gorwedd wrth dy groes;
Arhosaf yma, doed a ddel,
  Nes dofir pob rhyw loes.



Rho i mi brofi cymod rhad,
  Er mwyn y gwaed, O Dduw!
Ac o dy fawr drugaredd gâd
  I wrthryfelwr fyw.

gwelir: Ffigysbren ddiffrwyth iawn fum i

Of thy great mercy, dear Lord,
  Leave me this year,
For the sake the one who is today above
  Interceding before Thee.



A very fruitless fig tree was I,
  Deserving my cutting down;
Despite this thou didst save me,
  For the sake of great Jesus.



Thou gavest me time to turn and live
  Of thy free mercy, Master;
O may my heart melt quickly
  In tears at thy door.



O Friend of the repentant, see
  Me lying at thy cross!
I shall stay here, come what may,
  Until every kind of anguish be tamed.



Grant me to experience free reconciliation,
  For the sake of the blood, O God!
And of thy great mercy, let
  A rebel live.

Let me alone another year
  In honour of thy Son,
Who doth my Advocate appear
  Before thy gracious throne:
Thou hast vouchsafed a longer space,
  And spared the barren tree,
Because for me my Saviour prays,
  And pleads his death for me.

Time to repent thou dost bestow;
  But O the power impart!
And let my eyes with tears o'erflow,
  And break my stubborn heart!
To-day, while it is called to-day,
  The hindering thing remove;
And lo, I now begin to pray
  And wrestle for thy love!

I now from all my sins would turn
  To my atoning God;
And look on him I pierced, and mourn,
  And feel the sprinkled blood;
Would nail my passions to the cross,
  Where my Redeemer died;
And all things count but dung and loss,
  For Jesus crucified.

Giver of penitential pain,
  Before thy cross I lie,
In grief determined to remain,
  Till thou thy blood apply.
Forgiveness on my conscience seal,
  Bestow thy promised rest;
With purest love thy servant fill,
  And number with the blest.