Arglwydd Iesu, dysg im gerdded
Drwy y byd yn ôl dy droed;
'Chollodd neb y ffordd i'r nefoedd
Wrth dy ganlyn di erioed:
Mae yn olau
Ond cael gweld dy wyneb di.
Araf iawn wyf fi i ddysgu,
Amyneddgar iawn wyt ti;
Mae dy ras yn drech na phechod –
Aeth dy ras â'm henaid i;
Paid rhoi 'fyny
Nes im gyrraedd trothwy'r drws.
Ar fy ngyrfa dysg im weithio
Gwaith y nef, wrth olau ffydd,
Nes im ddyfod yn gyfarwydd
 gorchwylion gwlad y dydd;
Dysgu'r anthem
Cyn cael telyn yn y côr.
Dysg im siarad yn fwy nefol,
Fel preswylwyr pur y wlad;
Dysg im feddwl, fel yr angel,
Yn fwy annwyl am fy Nhad:
Wedi'r dysgu,
Ti gei'r mawl
a'r enw byth.
Howell Elvet Lewis (Elfed) 1860-1953
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Lord Jesus, teach me to walk
Through the world in thy footprint;
No-one ever lost the way
To heaven while following thee:
It is light
Just to see thy face.
Very slow am I to learn,
Very patient art thou;
Thy grace overcomes sin -
Thy grace has taken my soul;
Do not give me up
Until I reach the door's threshold.
On my course teach me to work
The work of heaven, by the light of faith,
Until I become familiar
With the tasks of the land of day;
Learning the anthem
Before getting a harp in the choir.
Teach me to speak more heavenly,
Like a pure inhabitant of the land;
Teach me to think, like the angel,
More dearly about my Father:
After the teaching,
Thou shalt get the praise
and the name forever.
tr. 2024 Richard B Gillion
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O Lord Jesus, lead my footsteps
Through the world after your own;
You yourself the way to heaven
And the truth and life alone;
Just to see your glorious face, will
Be the light of life to me.
Jesus, good and patient teacher,
Slow am I to learn your way;
Grace alone will help me triumph
Over sin, so day by day,
Bring my serving to completion
Until heaven's gates I see.
May I do the works of heaven
As by faith I walk below,
Learning how do your will, Lord,
And your praises here to show;
Singing here the heavenly anthem,
Of your mercy full and free.
Let me speak the words of heaven,
To your children here I meet,
May my prayers for blessings on them
Fly up to your mercy-seat;
Then I'll praise you, my Redeemer,
And acclaim
eternally.
tr. 2024 Richard B Gillion
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