O deffro côd fy enaid cu

O deffro côd fy enaid cu,
Pa'm 'r ofnaf
    lew elynion lu?
  Er maint yw grym
      uffernol griw,
  Fe maedda gwaed yr Iesu gwiw.

Crist wyddai'm bai'n
    hir cyn bod byd,
Mai pechod gai 'fe ynnwy' 'gyd;
  A'i fryd oedd lawn
      er uffern lu,
  I'm dwyn i fryn Caersalem fry.

Am hyn mi greda, tra fwi byw,
Mai Cyfaill da caf wel'd fy Nuw;
  Y dwg fy Nhad fi
      ' ben fy nhaith,
  Er gwaetha lluoedd uffern faith.

Cof ddyddiau gynt, fy enaid trist,
Attolwg, cred hen eiriau'th Grist;
  Gwnaeth 'ddewid hael
      na ddigiai'n hwy,
  A'm beiau mawr
      ni chofiai mwy.

Ce's wel'd yn rhodd
    fod Duw o'm rhan,
Yn Briod gwiw i'm henaid gwan,
  'N arfaethu'm dwyn i ben fy nhaith,
  O eitha' tragwyddoldeb maith.

Pryd hynny teimlais waed yr Oen,
Yn tynu'm pwn a llaefu'm poen;
  Yn f'enaid llon
      'roedd cri a llef,
  Am fyn'd ar nawf i deyrnas nef.

Byth cofiaf mwy
    y lle a'r man,
Dylifodd gwîn i'm henaid gwan,
  Yn ffrwd ddidrai o'r nefoedd draw,
  Nes gwella'm briw
      a dofi'm braw.

Pryd hynny 'mlaen yr o'wn yn myn'd,
Gan bwyso'n ffri ar f'anwyl Ffrynd;
  A'm golwg beunydd ar y gwaed,
  Yn sathru pechod dan fy nhraed.

Disgwyliaf dro, fe wawria draw,
Dragwyddol ddydd, fy Iesu ddaw
  I'm dwyn o'm briw,
      lle na bydd brâth,
  Na braw wrth swn
      un danllyd saeth.

gwelir: Rhan I: O Arglwydd gwel fi'n llesg a gwan

O awake, arise, my dear soul,
Why shall I fear a
    resolute host of enemies?
  Despite how great is the force
      of an infernal crew,
  The blood of worthy Jesus shall strike.

It is Christ who knew my fault
    long before the world was,
That in me he would find all sin;
  And his intention was full
      despite the host of hell,
  To bring me up to Jerusalem hill.

Therefore I will believe while ever I live,
That as a good Friend I shall see my God;
  My Father shall bring me
      to my destination,
  Despite the vast hosts of hell.

Remember former days, my sad soul,
Stop, believe the old words of thy Christ;
  He made a generous promise
      he would be angry no longer,
  And my great faults
      he would remember no more.

I got to see as a gift
    that God is on my side,
As a worthy Spouse for my weak soul,
  Planning to bring me to my destination,
  From the extremity of a vast eternity.

Then I felt the blood of the Lamb,
Removing my blow and easing my pain;
  In my cheerful soul
      there was a cry and a shout,
  To float to the kingdom of heaven. 

Evermore shall I remember
    the place and the spot,
Wine flowed into my weak soul,
  As an unebbing stream from yonder heaven,
  Until healing my bruise
      and taming my fears.

Then I would be going,
While leaning freely on my dear Friend;
  With my gaze daily on the blood,
  Trampling sin under my feet.

I expect the time, yonder shall dawn,
Eternal day, my Jesus shall come
  To take me from my bruise,
      where there shall be no pang,
  Nor terror at the sound
      of any fiery arrow.