Awr weddi fwyn awr weddi fwyn

Awr weddi fwyn,
    awr weddi fwyn!
Pan af at Dduw i ddwyed fy nghwyn;
  O fyd y cur
      at dyner Dad,
  Lle caf i'm loesau esmwythad:
Ar adeg drist, mewn gwae a phoen,
Caf yno'n wastad hedd a hoen;
  Rhag maglau'r temtiwr caf fy nwyn,
  Pan ddaw'n ei thro'r
      awr weddi fwyn.

Awr weddi fwyn,
    awr weddi fwyn!
Ar edyn gweddi caf fy nwyn,
  At Dduw, sydd fyth yn Iesu Grist
  Mewn cymod llawn ag enaid trist:
Dwed wrthyf fi am geisio'i wedd,
Rhoi cred i'w Air,
    Ei ras, a'i hedd -
  Ac ato'r af i ddweyd fy nghwyn -
  Pob awr wnaf droi'n
      awr weddi fwyn.

Awr weddi fwyn,
    awr weddi fwyn!
Rho im' dy gysur, a dy swyn,
  Nes o ben Pisgah,
      ddiwedd oes,
  Y gwelaf draw y wlad ddi loes:
Y wisg o gnawd
    adawaf mwy,
A chyda hi bob marwol glwy';
  I'r nef yn iach pan gaf fy nwyn,
  Dy foli wnaf,
      awr weddi fwyn!

Amiable hour of prayer,
    amiable hour of prayer!
When I go to God to tell my complaint;
  From the world of the stroke
      to a tender Father,
  Where I may get my anguish eased:
At a sad time, in woe and pain,
I may get there constant peace and joy;
  From the tempter's snares I may get led,
  When in its turn comes the
      amiable hour of prayer.

Amiable hour of prayer,
    amiable hour of prayer!
On the wings of prayer I may get borne,
  To God, who is forever in Jesus Christ
  In full concord with a sad soul:
Tell me about seeking his countenance,
Give belief in his Word,
    his grace, and his peace -
  And to him I shall tell my complaint -
  Every hour I shall turn into
      an amiable hour of prayer.

Amiable hour of prayer,
    amiable hour of prayer!
Give me thy comfort, and thy charm,
  Until from the summit of Pisgah,
      at the end of the age,
  I see yonder the land free from anguish:
The clothing of flesh
    I shall leave evermore,
And with it every mortal wound;
  To heaven whole when I get taken,
  Praise thee I shall,
      amiable hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer!
    sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
  And bids me at my
      Father's throne
  Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
  And oft escaped the tempter's snare
  By thy return,
      sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer!
    sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
  To Him whose truth and faithfulness
  Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and
    trust His grace,
  I'll cast on Him my every care,
  And wait for thee,
      sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer!
    sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
  Till, from Mount Pisgah's
      lofty height,
  I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh
    I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
  And shout, while passing through the air,
  Farewell, farewell,
      sweet hour of prayer!