O Ysbryd/Yspryd pur nefolaidd

O Ysbryd pur nefolaidd,
  Cyn 'r elwy'i lawr i'r bedd;
Trwy ryw athrawiaeth hyfryd,
  Pâr i mi brofi hedd:
Cael profi blas maddeuant,
  Maddeuant llawn a rhad,
Yw'r penaf peth wy'n geisio
 Yn awr drwy rin y gwaed.

A raid i'm henaid drengu,
  O eisieu'r dyfroedd clir?
'Rwyf bron llewygu'n tramwy
  Y dyrys anial dir;
Dwg fi i'r dyfroedd tawel,
  A'r gleision borfeydd mawr,
Lle mae y rhai lluddedig
  Yn cael rhoi'r pen i lawr.

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O Ysbryd pur nefolaidd,
  Cyn 'r elwyf 'lawr i'r bedd,
Trwy ryw athrawiaeth hyfryd,
  Gâd imi brofi'th hedd;
Cael profi llawn faddeuant,
  Maddeuant cyfan rhad,
Yw'r cyntaf peth a geisiaf
  Yr awrhon yn y gwaed.

O haeddiant annherfyned,
  A gras o nefol ryw,
Raid imi gael, a wnelo
  Fy heddwch llawn â Duw;
'Dyw gwaith a dyledswyddau,
  Ganmolir
      trwy'r holl fyd,
Yn abl i faddeu pechod,
  Pe byddent fyrdd ynghyd.

Mae ynddo nerth diderfyn,
  Doethineb maith yn rhad,
Deng miliwn o rinweddau,
  A rhagor, yn y gwaed;
Mae ynddo bob rhyw angen
  Sydd ar bechadur gwan,
Tan filoedd o ammheuon,
  I godi ei ben i'r làn.

Hwyrfrydig ei ddigofaint
  At rai sy'n llawn o fai;
Wrth benna o bechaduriaid
  O'i fodd yn trugarhau;
Mae'n cadw rhad drugaredd
  I filoedd maith a mwy,
Ac er ei glod yn maddeu
  Eu haml feiau hwy.

O! crêd, O! crêd,
    cei gymmhorth
  I dynu'r llygad de;
O! cred, O! cred, cei allu
  I dori'r fraich o'i lle:
Trwy gredu, ti orchfygi
  Elynion rif y gwlith;
Cred yn yr Oen yn unig,
  A'th wna yn hapus byth.

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O Yspryd pur nefolaidd,
  Cyn 'r elwyf 'lawr i'r bedd,
Trwy ryw athrawiaeth hyfryd,
  Gad imi brofi'th hedd;
Maddeuant! O maddeuant!
  Maddeuant cyfan, rhad,
Yw'r cyntaf peth wy'n geisio
  Yr awrhon yn y gwaed.

O ras didrai diderfyn,
  Tragwyddol ei barhâd!
Yn nghlwyfau'r Oen fu farw,
  Yn unig mae iachâd!
Iachâd oddiwrth euogrwydd,
  Iachâd o ofnau'r bedd;
A chariad wedi ei wreiddio
  Ar sail tragwyddol hedd!

O! Ysbryd Sancteiddiolaf,
  Anadla arna'i lawr,
O'r cariad anchwiliadwy
  Sy'n nghalon Iesu mawr;
Trwy haeddiant Oen Calfaria,
  Ac yn ei glwyfau rhad,
'Rwy'n dysgwyl pob rhyw ronyn
  O burdeb gan fy Nhad.

gwelir:
  RhanII - O cred O cred cai gymmorth
  Mae'r ffynnon yn agored
  'N ol edrych ar ol edrych
  O cred O cred cai gymmorth
  O iachawdwriaeth gadarn
  Teilwng yw'r Oen a laddwyd
  O Ysbryd Sancteiddiolaf (Anadla arna'i lawr)

O pure, heavenly Spirit,
  Before I go down to the grave,
Through some delightful teaching,
  Cause me to experience thy peace;
To get to experience full forgiveness,
  Total and free forgiveness,
Is the chief thing I am seeking
  Now through the merit of the blood.

Must my soul die,
  From the lack of the clear waters?
I am almost fainting traversing
  The troublesome desert land;
Lead me to the quiet waters,
  And the great, green pastures,
Where the exhausted ones
  Get to lay the head down.

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O pure, heavenly Spirit,
  Before I go down to the grave,
Through some delightful teaching,
  Let me experience thy peace;
To get to experience full forgiveness,
  Total, free forgiveness,
Is the first thing I seek
  Now in the blood.

O such boundless merit
  And grace of a heavenly sort,
I must get, which would make
  My peace full with God;
Not work and duties,
  To be extolled
      throughout the whole world,
Are able to forgive sins,
  Even if they were a myriad altogether.

There is in it endless strength,
  Vast wisdom freely,
Ten million virtues,
  And more, in the blood;
There is in it every kind of need
  Which is upon a weak sinner,
Under thousands of doubts,
  To lift his head up.

Long-suffering his wrath
  Towards those who are full of fault;
To the chief of sinners
  Delighting in showing mercy;
He is keeping free mercy
  To vast thousands and more,
And for his praise forgiving
  Their manifold faults.

O believe! O believe! thou wilt get help
  To pluck out the right eye;
O believe! O believe!
    thou wilt get ability
  To cut the arm from its place:
Through believing, thou wilt overcome
  Enemies numerous as the dew;
Believe in the Lamb alone,
  Who will make thee happy forever.

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O pure, heavenly Spirit,
  Before I go down to the grave,
Through some delightful teaching,
  Let me experience thy peace;
Forgiveness! O forgiveness!
  Total, free forgiveness,
Is the first thing I am seeking
  Now in the blood.

O grace unebbing, endless,
  Eternal its endurance!
In the wounds of the Lamb who died,
  Alone is healing!
Healing from guilt,
  Healing from fears of the grave;
And love rooted
  On the foundation of eternal peace!

O Most Holy Spirit,
  Breathe upon me now!
From the unsearchable love
  Which is in the heart of great Jesus;
Through the merit of the lamb of Calvary,
  And in his gracious wound,
I am expecting in some little while
  Purification by my Father.