Y mae torf o 'lynion creulon

Y mae torf o 'lynion creulon,
  Am fy nghael yn lān i lawr;
Ac yn gwaeddi am fy mywyd,
  Gwynfyd, meddant, welai'r awr:
    Dwyfol allu,
    dal fi 'fynu,
    rhag fy maeddu,
  Y'ngwyneb torf o elynion cas.

Addeswaist ti na'm rhoit i fynu,
  Ac na'm llwyr adewit chwaith;
Ond y rhoit i'm' y dyddanydd,
  Pur i'm harwain ar fy nhaith:
    Rho i mi brofiad,
    trwy dy gariad,
    o gyflawniad,
  Pur addewid fawr y nef.

Y mae yn yr addewidion,
  Foroedd mawrion heb ddim trai;
O gysuron i drueiniaid,
  Pechaduriaid mawr eu bai:
    Fel y cefnfor,
    ac yn rhagor,
    y mae trysor,
  Addewidion mawr fy Nuw.

There is a crowd of cruel enemies,
  Wanting to get me completely down;
And shouting for my life,
  Blessedness, they say, would see the hour:
    Divine power,
    hold me up,
    against my being beaten,
  In the face of a crowd of detestable enemies.

Thou didst promise thou wouldst not give me up,
  And thou wouldst not leave me either;
But thou wouldst give me the pure
  Comforter, to guide me on my journey:
    Give me an experience,
    through thy love,
    of pure,
  Fulfilment of the great promise of heaven.

There are in the promises,
  Great seas without any ebbing;
Of comforts to miserable
  Sinners having a great fault:
    Like the high sea,
    and more,
    there is the treasure
  Of the great promises of my God.