Ti yr hwn sy'n gwrando gweddi,
  atat ti y daw pob cnawd;
Llef yr isel ni ddirmygi,
  clywi ocheneidiau'r tlawd:
    Dy drugaredd
  sy'n cofleidio'r ddaear faith.

Minnau blygaf yn grynedig
  wrth dy orsedd rasol di
Gyda hyder gostyngedig
  yn haeddiannau Calfari:
    Dyma sylfaen
  holl obeithion euog fyd.

Hysbys wyt o'm holl anghenion
  cyn eu traethu ger dy fron;
Gwyddost gudd feddyliau 'nghalon
  a chrwydriadau mynych hon:
    O tosturia,
  ymgeledda fi â'th ras.

Nid oes ond dy ras yn unig
  a ddiwalla f'eisiau mawr;
O rho'r profiad bendigedig
  o'i effeithiau imi nawr:
    Arglwydd, gwrando
  mewn trugaredd ar fy llef.

Thou art the one who dost listen to prayer,
  To thee comes all flesh;
The humble cry thou wilt not despise,
  Thou hearest the groans of the poor:
    It is thy mercy
  Which enfolds the extensive earth.

I will bend bowing
  At thy gracious throne
With submissive confidence
  In the merits of Calvary:
    Here is the foundation
  Of all the hopes of a guilty world.

Thou art familiar with all my needs
  Before they are expressed before you;
Thou knowest the hidden thoughts of my heart
  And such frequent wanderings:
    O have mercy,
  Succour me with thy grace.

It is nothing but thy grace alone
  That satisfies my great needs;
From giving the blessed experience
  From its effects to be now;
    Lord, to listen
  In mercy to my cry.