Rwy'n gorwedd yn y carchar du

Rwy'n gorwedd yn y carchar du,
  A'm henaid cu'n och'neidio;
A'r gadwyn fawr yn gwasgu'n dyn,
  Heb neb a'm tyn o hono.

Fy meiau megys gwlith y wawr -
  Anfeidrol fawr eu cyfri -
Sy'n pwyso'n galed ar fy mron,
  A minau bron llewygu.

Och'neidio'r wyf am ddod yn rhydd,
  A gweled dydd gollyngdod:
I rodio bryniau sanctaidd, pur,
  Nefolaidd dir fy Mhrïod.

Ti, Iesu mawr, dy allu pur,
  All dori'r dur caleta':
Tor fy nghadwynau oll heb ludd,
  A dwg fi'n rhydd oddi yma.

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Rwy'n gorwedd yn y carchar du,
  A'm henaid cu'n och'neidio,
A'r gadwyn fawr yn gwasgu'n dynn,
  Heb neb a'm tynn o hono.

Fy meiau megys gwlith y wawr,
  Anfeidrol fawr eu cyfri,
Sy'n pwyso'n galed ar fy mron,
  A minnau bron llewygu.

Ochneidio rwyf am ddod yn rhydd,
  A gweled dydd gollyngdod;
I rodio bryniau sanctaidd, pur,
  Nefolaidd dir fy Mhriod.

Ti, Iesu mawr, y Meddyg pur,
  Sy'n dori'r dur caletta':
Torr fy nghadwynau mawr a'th ras,
  Fel delwyf ma's oddi yma.

Mae'r gallu yn gyfan y dy law,
  Fel dwdych daw'r canlyniad,
Ac nid yw'n orchest it' fy Nuw,
  I roi fy ngwiw ddymuniad.

I am lying in the black prison,
  And my dear soul groaning;
And the great chain squeezing tightly,
  With no-one to pull me out of it.

My faults like the dew of the dawn -
  Infinitely great their count -
Are pressing hard upon my breast,
  While I am almost fainting.

Groaning I am to come free,
  And see the day of release;
To walk the pure, sacred hill,
  Of the heavenly land of my Spouse.

'Tis thou, great Jesus, thy pure power,
  That can break the hardest steel:
Break all my chains without fail,
  And set me free from here.

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I am lying in the black prison,
  And my dear soul groaning,
And the great chain squeezing tightly,
  With no-one to pull me out of it.

My faults like the dew of the dawn,
  Infinitely great their counting,
Are pressing hard upon my breast,
  While I am almost fainting.

Groaning I am to come free,
  And see the day of release;
To walk the pure, sacred hill,
  Of the heavenly land of my Spouse.

'Tis thou, great Jesus, the pure Physician,
  That is breaking the hardest steel;
Break my greata chains with thy grace,
  That I may come out of here.

The power is wholly in thy hand,
  As thou speakest the consequence comes
And it is not a struggle for thee my God,
  To grant my worthy request.