Fy unig gysur dan y ne'

Fy unig gysur dan y ne',
Fod Iesu'n sefyll yn fy lle,
  Yn dwyn fy meichiau bob yr un,
  A'u rhoi ar ei ysgwyddau'i hun.

Anfeidrol gadarn yw dy fraich;
Dim pwys i ti, er maint fy maich:
  Gynt ar y groes
      dioddefaist lid,
  A phwysau holl
      bechodau'r byd.

Yn fynych, mynych, Iesu cu,
Datguddia'th fod yn eiddo'i mi;
  Mewn 'stormydd mawr yn wastad gād
  Im' ddygu llefain, "Abba. Dad,"

O edrych rhwng y ser i lawr,
I eithaf dyfnder moroedd mawr;
  Yno cei wel'd fy ysbbryd gwan
  Yn gruddfan yn y dyfnaf fan.

Nid wyf ond gwan, O! na'd fi lawr,
Dan bob rhyw drallod,
    fach a mawr;
  Mi bwysaf arnat tra ynwyf chwyth;
  Yr wyt yn ddigon, digon byth.

Nerthaist dy blant -
    O! faint dy ras!
Er gwaned oent,
    i gario'r maes;
  Pa faint yn llai a fydd dy rym
  Trwy estyn braich o gymmhorth im?

Fy ngharu wnest, er maint fy mai,
A'm galw o blith annuwiol rai;
  'B'le dof fi bellach am iachād
  A nerth i goncro ond at fy Nhad?

Myrddiynau maith orchfygaist ti
O elynion hyll ar Galfari
  'Rwy'n pwyso ar dy allu mawr,
  'Roi f'holl elynion inau lawr.

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My only comfort under heaven,
Is that Jesus is standing in my place,
  Bearing my burdens every one,
  And putting them on his own shoulders.

Immeasurably strong is thy arm;
No weight to thee, despite my burden:
  Once on the cross
      thou didst suffer wrath,
  And the weights of all
      the sins of the world.

Often, often, dear Jesus,
Reveal that thou dost belong to me;
  In great storms constantly let
  Me learn to cry, "Abba, Father."

O look down between the stars,
To the utmost depths of great seas;
  There thou mayst see my weak soul
  Groaning in the deepest place.

I am but weak, O do not let me down!
Under every kind of trouble,
    small and great;
  I will lean on thee while I have breath;
  Thou art sufficient, sufficient forever.

Thou didst strengthen thy children -
    O how great is thy grace!
Despite how weak they were,
    to carry the field;
  How much less shall be thy force
  Through stretching thy arm of help to me?

Love me thou didst, despite my fault,
To call me from amongst ungodly ones;
  Where shall I come henceforth for healing
  And strength to conquer but to my Father?

Vast myriads thou didst overcome
Of ugly enemies on Calvary
  I am leaning on thy great power,
  To put all my own enemies down also.