Dyma gyfarfod hyfryd iawn,
Myfi yn llwm a'r Iesu'n llawn;
  Myfi yn dlawd, heb feddu dim,
  Ac yntau'n rhoddi popeth im'.

Anturia, 'nghalon euog ddu,
At orsedd gras yn awr yn hy';
  Mae'r fainc yn rhydd,
      a'r rhodd yn rhad
  I'r sawl a gredo yn ei waed.

Mae gras yn rhyw anfeidrol stôr,
A doniau ynot fel y môr;
  O, gâd i'r truenusaf ddyn
  Gael profi gronyn
      bach o'u rhin.

Yn rhad rhaid it' roi'r cwbl im,
Ni feddaf werth, na nerth, na grym;
  'Nol rhoddi, eilwaith trefnu'm gras,
  'Mhob brwydr cyn'r ennillwy'r maes.

Y bywyd 'rwyf yn awr yn fyw
Sy'n llawn hapusrwydd o bob rhyw;
  Hapusrwydd yw, O! dwedwch pwy
  A wela ddiwedd arno mwy?

Mae'n brysio at bryd
    i ganu'r gân,
Concwest gelynion, fawr a mân;
  Cànir ni'n wyn,
      ni fyddwn iach
  O'n pechod oll 'mhen gronyn bach.

Ei ganmol bellach wnaf o hyd,
Heb dewi mwy
    tra bwy'n y byd;
  Dechreuais gan a bery'n hwy
  Nag y ceir
      diwedd arni mwy.

Dyma gyfarfod hyfryd iawn,
Myfi yn llwm a Iesu'n llawn;
  Myfi yn dlawd heb feddu dim,
  Ac yntan'n rhoddi pob peth im'.

Cymer fi Iesu, fel yr wy',
Cuddia fi yn dy nefol glwy';
  Can's dyna'r graig
      y gwnaf fy nyth,
  'Does neb yn ofni yno byth. 

Melus fel mana'r nefoedd fry,
Yw hyfryd hedd f'anwylyd cu;
  Mwynhad o'i gariad Ef a'i ras,
  Na'r diliau mêl
      sy'n well ei flas.

Gâd i mi dreulio'm dyddiau i gyd,
I edrych ar dy wyneb pryd,
  Difyru'm hoes o awr i awr,
  I garu fy Eiriolwr mawr.

Dyma gyfarfod hyfryd iawn,
Myfi yn llwm a'r Iesu'n llawn;
  Myfi yn dlawd, heb feddu dim,
  Ac yntau'n rhoddi popeth im'.

Mae rhyfeddodau rif y dail,
Ym mherson hynod Adda'r ail;
  Difyrwch penaf
      nef y nef
  Yw edych ar ei degwch Ef.

Rhogori ar ddeng
    mil mae'i wedd,
'Rwy'n llawn foddloni ar Ei hedd;
  'Dwy'n 'mofyn pleser tan y nef,
  Ond digon o'i gyfeillach Ef.

Pan byddwn'n gorwedd tan fy maich,
Heb gymhorth gan ddaearol fraich,
  Wel dyma'r pryd fy Arglwydd mae
  Yn arfer hoffi trugarhau.

gwelir:
  Bendigaid fyth fo enw Duw
  Gweddio 'rwyf och'neidio yn brudd
  Mae rhyfeddodau rîf y dail
  Nid yw hyfrydwch cnawd a byd
  O Frenhin mawr tragwyddol cun
  O Iesu mawr y Meddyg gwell
  O nertha'm henaid gwan ei ffydd
  O'r diwedd fe iachaed fy nghlwy'
  Pechadur wyf da gwyr fy Nuw
  'Rwy'n dewis Iesu a'i farwol glwy'
  Wrth droi fy ngolwg yma i lawr
  Yr Oen a laddwyd ydyw rhan

Here is a very delightful covenant,
I bare and Jesus full;
  I poor, not possessing anything,
  And he giving everything to me.

Venture, my black, guilty heart,
To the throne of grace now boldly;
  The bench is accessible,
      and the gift is free
  To those who believe in his blood.

Grace is a kind of infinite store,
With waves in thee like the sea;
  O let the most wretched man
  Get to taste a small
      grain of their merit.

Freely thou must give it all to me,
I posses no value, or strength, or force;
  After giving, again provide me grace,
  In every battle until the field is won.

The life I am now living
Is full of happiness of every kind;
  Happiness it is, oh, tell: Who
  Can see an end to it henceforth?

It is hurrying to the time
    for singing the song,
Of conquest of enemies, great and small;
  We are to be bleached white,
      we shall be whole
  From all our sins after a little while.

Praise him further I will do still,
Without keeping quiet
    while I am in the world;
  I began a song which will continue later
  Nor will there be
      henceforth an end to it.

Here is a very delightful covenant,
I bare and Jesus full;
  I poor without possessing anything,
  And he giving everything to me.

Take me Jesus, as I am,
Hide me in thy heavenly wound;
  Since there is the rock
      I will make my nest,
  There is no-one fearing there ever. 

Sweet like the manna of the heavens above,
Is the delightful peace of my dear beloved;
  Enjoyment of His love and his grace,
  Than the combs of honey
      it's taste is better.

Let m spend all my days,
To look upon thy countenance,
  Comfort my lifespan from hour to hour,
  To love my great Intercessor.

Here is a very delightful covenant,
I bare and Jesus full;
  I poor without possessing anything,
  And he giving everything to me.

There are wonders numerous as the leaves,
In the remarkable person of the second Adam;
  The chief enjoyment
      of the heaven of heaven
  Is to look upon His fairness.

More excellent than ten
    thousand is his countenance,
I am fully satisfied with His peace;
  I ask for no pleasure under heaven,
  But sufficient from His friendship.

When I am lying under my burden,
Without support from an earthly arm,
  See, here is the time my Lord is
  In the practice of favouring mercies.