A yw fy nyddiau'n cael ei hestyn?

A yw fy nyddiau'n cael ei hestyn,
  A phob munud i mi a wnaed
I sicrhau a diogelu,
  Fy hawl y'nghlwyfau'r Iesu
      a'i waed?
Mwy ni wariaf euraidd oriau
  Ar bleserau o bethau bÃḃs;
Ymro'f i gyrraedd dy drugaredd
  Ger bron yr orsedd fawr o rÃḃs.

Arglwydd golch fy enaid innau
  Golch fi'n gyfan, aflan wyf;
Dwg fi' mewn i'r ddinas noddfa
  I gael ymg'leddfa yn dy glwyf,
Na'd i bechod fy mradychu
  Mwy, na'm llygru mewn un lle;
Heb wyro ar y dde' na'r aswy,
  Nes elwy' i mewn i gaerau'r ne'.

Are my days being extended,
  And every minute made for me
To secure and make safe,
  My claim in the wounds of Jesus
      and his blood?
I shall no longer spend golden hours
  On the pleasures of base things;
I shall devote myself to reach thy mercy
  Before the great throne of grace.

Lord wash my soul,
  Wash me completely, unclean I am;
Bring me inside the city of refuge
  To get a place of succour in thy wound,
Do not let set betray me
  Any more, nor my corruption in any place;
Without verging to the right or the left,
  Until I come into the fields of heaven.

And is this life prolonged to me?
  Are days and seasons giv'n?
O let me, then, prepare to be
  A fitter heir of heav'n.

In vain these moments shall not pass,
  These golden hours be gone:
Lord, I accept thine offered grace,
  I bow before thy throne.

Now cleanse my soul from every sin
  By my Redeemer's blood;
Now let my flesh and soul begin
  The honours of my God.

Let me no more my soul beguile
  With sin's deceitful toys;
Let cheerful hope, increasing still,
  Approach to heav'nly joys.