Yn y llwch Waredwr hael

Yn y llwch Waredwr hael! -
Dyna le'r pechadur gwael:
  Pan y codwn wylaidd lef
  Edifeiriol tua'r nef,
Mewn tosturi, Iesu mawr!
Cofia euog deulu'r llawr;
  Ac oddi ar d'orseddfainc fry
  Gwrando'n rasol ar ein cri!

Er mwyn geni isel, tlawd,
Preseb Bethle'm, pan y cawd
  Trysor pena'r nef ei hun
  Wedi gwisgo natur dyn;
Er mwyn llawer llid a chroes
Gafodd Iesu hyd ei oes,
  Arglwydd Ior, tosturia Di,
  Gwrando'n rasol ar ein cri.

Er mwyn taerni'r
    weddi ddrud
A offrynnwyd dros y byd,
  Er mwyn chwys yr ardd,
      a'r cur,
  Er mwyn clwyfau'r hoelion dur,
Er mwyn haeddiant
    angeu loes,
Er mwyn marw
    mawr y groes!
  Edrych, Arglwydd! arnom ni -
  Gwrando'n rasol ar ein cri!

Ti, yr hwn mae uffern ddofn 
Oll yn crynu rhag ei ofn;
  Ti, yr hwn a ddrylliaist sedd
  Angeu'i hun ar drothwy'r bedd,
Ac a deflaist byrth y nen
Yn agored led y pen - 
  T'wysog bywyd! Iesu cu!
  Gwrando'n rasol ar ein cri!

In the dust, generous Deliverer,
Behold where the poor sinner is!
  When we raise a humble, petitioning
  Cry toward heaven,
In mercy, great Jesus,
Remember the guilty family of earth below;
  And from thy throne of splendour
  Listen graciously to our cry!

For the sake of thy lowly, poor birth
Manger of Bethlehem, when was found
  The chief treasure of heaven itself
  Having worn the nature of man;
For the sake of much wrath and cross
That Jesus had throughout his life,
  Sovereign Lord, show thou mercy,
  Listen graciously to our cry!

For the sake of the earnestness
    of the precious prayer
That was offered for the world,
  For the sake of the garden's sweat
      and the beating,
  For the sake of the steel nails' wounds,
For the sake of the merit
    of the throes of death,
For the sake of the great
    death of the cross,
  Look, Lord, upon us! -
  Listen graciously to our cry!

Thou is fear of whom
All deep hell doth tremble;
  Thou, who didst smash the seat
  Of death itself on the grave's threshold,
And didst fling the gates of the sky
Wide open -
  Prince of life, dear Jesus,
  Listen graciously to our cry!

Saviour, when, in dust, to Thee
Low we bend th' adoring knee;
  When, repentant, to the skies
  Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
Oh, by all Thy pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
  Bending from Thy throne on high,
  Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy birth and early years;
By Thy life of want and tears;
  By Thy fasting and distress,
  In the lonely wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
  Jesus, look with pitying eye;
  Hear our solemn litany.

By Thine hour
    of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
  By the cross,
      the nail, the thorn,
  Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that
    veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful
    sacrifice,
  Listen to our humble cry,
  Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy deep expiring groan;
By the sealed sepulchral stone;
  By Thy triumph o'er the grave;
  By Thy power from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To Thy Throne in heaven restored,
  Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
  Hear our solemn litany.