Tyred Ysbryd Glân tragwyddol

Tyred, Ysbryd Glân tragwyddol,
  Dwg i'n cof yr angau drud -
Holl haeddiannau'r Iawn anfeidrol
  A roes Iesu dros y byd;
Ti a ŵyddost
    bwys ei boenau,
  Rho i ninnau fywiol ffydd:
Golwg ar ei ddiodefiadau
  A wna'n rhwymau oll yn rhydd.

Cywir Dyst o'i angau chwerw,
  Dwg i'n cof ei farwol lloes;
Nerthol rym ei adgyfodiad
  I'n heneidiau meirw moes:
Dy och'neidiau annhraethadwy
  Dyro ini gael o'n plaid;
Meddu'r golud anchwiliadwy
  Brynodd Iesu trwy ei waed.

Come, eternal Holy Spirit,
  Bring to our mind the costly death -
All the merits of the immeasurable Ransom
  That Jesus gave for the world;
Thou who didst know the
    weight of his pains,
  Give to us a lively faith:
A vision of his sufferings
  That makes all our bonds free.

True Witness of his bitter death,
  Bring to our memory his dying throes;
The strong force of his resurrection
  To our dead souls apply:
Thy inexpressible groans
  Grant us to get on our side;
To possess the unsearchable riches
  Jesus purchased through his blood.

Come, thou everlasting Spirit,
  Bring to every thankful mind
All the Saviour's dying merit,
  All his sufferings for mankind!
True Recorder of
    his passion,
  Now the living faith impart;
Now reveal his great salvation;
  Preach his gospel to our heart.

Come, Thou witness of His dying;
  Come, remembrancer divine!
Let us feel Thy power, applying
  Christ to every soul, and mine!
Let us groan Thine inward groaning;
  Look on Him we pierced, and grieve;
All receive the grace atoning,
  All the sprinkled blood receive.