Wrth dy orsedd 'r wyf yn gorffwys/gorphwys

Wrth dy orsedd 'r wyf yn gorphwys,
  Llefain fore a phrydnawn,
Am gael clywed llawn ddistawrwydd,
  O'm heuogrwydd tanllyd iawn:
    A thangnefedd, &c.
  Pur o mewn yn cadw ei le.

'D oes ond gras yn eitha'i allu
  Ddaw ā'm henaid idd ei le;
'Does ond unig ras a'm ceidw
  O fewn muriau'i gariad ef:
    Uwch law dyfais, &c.
  Dyn a'i allu, mae ei rym.

Llef ddrylliedig gref y croesbren
  Sydd yn abl maddeu 'mai;
Llef y croesbren sydd yn abl
  Gwneyd i'm henaid 'difarhau:
    Ar Galfaria, &c.
  Fynydd sanctaidd, mae fy ngrym.

Mi ddysgwyliaf yno'n dawel,
  Ac mi greda ryw bryd daw
Gwaredigaeth i garcharwr,
  Bur oddiyno maes o law;
    Doed pan ddelo, &c.
  Mi ddysgwyliaf nes ei ddod.

Wrth dy orsedd di mae bywyd,
  Yno cāf fi hedd a grym;
Ac ni fethodd is y nefoedd,
  Ag a geisiodd gennyt ddim,
    Minnau aflan, &C.
  Ddeuaf at orseddfa rad.

Tyr'd am hynny Iesu yn fuan,
  Sāf o blaid yr euog gwan,
Sy'n lluddedig gan gystuddiau,
  Dyfnion, trymion, y'mhob man:
    Yn dy glwyfau, &c.
  Caiff fy lloches innau fod.

Yn y ffynnon a agorwyd,
  Yn dy ystlys ar y pren,
'Rwyf fi'n dod a'm gwisg yn aflan,
  I'w chanu yno'n hyfryd wyn:
    Mi dd'of allan, &c.
  Fel yr eira ar y bryn.

Mae e'n maddeu beiau mawrion,
  Ac yn caru yn ddidrai;
A lle caro, mae ei gariad
  Yn drag'wyddol yn parhau:
    Nid oes terfyn, &c,
  Ar ei gariad, ar ei ras.

gwelir:
  Disgyn Iesu o'th gynteddoedd
  Dyma Geidwad i'r colledig
  Iesu rhedaf at dy orsedd
  Mae fy meiau fel mynyddau

By thy throne I am resting,
  Crying out morning and afternoon,
To get to hear full silence,
  From my very fiery guilt:
    And pure
  Peace within keep its place.

Only grace of utmost ability
  Brings my soul to its place;
On grace alone keeps me
  Within the walls of his love:
    Above the scheming
  Of man and his ability, is its power.

The strong shattered cry of the wooden cross
  Is able to forgive my fault;
The cry of the wooden cross is able
  To make my soul repent:
    On Calvary,
  The sacred mountain, is my power.

I am waiting there quietly,
  And I believe some time shall come
Deliverance for a prisoner,
  Clean out of there soon;
    Come when it will,
  I will wait until it comes.

By thy throne is life,
  There I may have peace and strength;
And it never failed under heaven,
  And which sought nothing from thee,
    Even I unclean,
  Shall come to thy gracious throne.

Come, then, Jesus, soon,
  Stand on the side of a guilty, weak one,
Who is corrupted by afflictions,
  Deep, heavy, everywhere:
    In thy wounds,
  Shall my own refuge get to be.

In the well which was opened,
  In thy side on the tree,
I am coming with my unclean clothing,
  To bleach it there delightfully white:
    I shall come out,
  Like the snow on the hill.

He is forgiving great faults,
  And loving unebbingly;
And where he loves, his love is
  Eternally enduring:
    There is no limit
  To his love, to his grace.