Darfu noddfa mewn creadur,
  Rhaid cael noddfa'n
        nes i'r nef;
Nid oes gadarn le im orffwys
  Fythol ond ei fynwes Ef;
    Dyma'r unig
  Fan caiff f'enaid wir iachād.

Dan dy adain cedwir f'enaid,
  Dan dy adain byddaf byw,
Dan dy adain y gwaredir
  Fi o'r beiau gwaetha'u rhyw;
    'R wyt yn gysgod
  Rhag euogrwydd yn ei rym.

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Darfu noddfa mewn creadur,
  Rhaid cael noddfa'n
        nes i'r nef;
Nid oes gadarn le im' orffwys
  Fythol ond ei fynwes Ef;
    Dyma'r unig
  Fan caiff f'enaid wir iachad.

Yno'r āf i 'mofyn pleser -
  Unig bleser i barhau;
Yno caf fi lawn faddeuant
  Am bob trosedd, a phob bai;
    Yno'n unig
  Llwyr ffieiddiaf fi fy hun.

Mae rhyw hiraeth yn fy nghalon
  Am ddiengi o dwrf y byd;
G'weld y dyddiau colla'i'm golwg
  Ar bob tegan ynddo 'nghyd;
    Cael ymborthi
  Fyth ar sylwedd pur y nef.

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Nid oes noddfa mewn creadur,
  Rhaid ei cael
        yn nes i'r nef;
'R unig un i wael bechadur
  Yw ei aberth gwerthfawr ef;
    Mae'n ddigonol
  Dros bechodau dynolryw.

Dyoddefodd angau creulon
  Dan yr hoelion ar y groes,
A gorchfygodd luoedd uffern
  Trwy rinweddau'i
        farwol loes:
    Sain "Gorphenwyd,"
  Fyddo'n llenwi'r byd i gyd.

Mae afonydd mawrion ynddo
  O drugaredd, gras, a hedd;
Er ein mwyn dyoddefodd angau,
  Ac yr aeth i lawr i'r bedd:
    Cenir iddo,
  Wedi'r elo'r byd ar dān.

gwelir:
  Arnat Iesu boed fy meddwl
  Dacw'r ffynnon i'w dymuno
  Dal fy llygad dal heb ŵyro

Refuge in a creature will vanish,
  There is need to get refuge
        nearer to heaven;
There is no secure place for me to rest
  Ever but His bosom;
    There is the only
  Place my soul can get true healing.

Under thy wing my soul is to be preserved,
  Under thy wing I will be living,
Under they wing to be delivered am
  I from the faults of the worst kind;
    Thou art a shade
  Against guilt in its force.

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Refuge in a creature will vanish,
  There is need to get refuge
        nearer to heaven;
There is no secure place for me to rest
  Ever but His bosom;
    There is the only
  Place my soul can get true healing.

There I will go to request pleasure -
  The only pleasure to endure;
There I will get full forgiveness
  For every trespass, and every fault;
    There alone
  Shall I completely detest myself.

There is some longing in my heart
  To escape from the crowd of the world;
To see the day I lose my view
  Of every trinket in it altogether;
    To get to feed
  Forever on the pure substance of heaven.

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There is no refuge in any creature,
  There is need to get it
        nearer to heaven;
The only one for a poor sinner
  Is his precious sacrifice;
    It is sufficient
  For the sins of humankind.

He suffered a cruel death
  Under the nails on the cross,
And he overcame the hosts of hell
  Through the merits of
        his throes of death:
    May the sound of "It is finished,"
  Be filling all the world.

There are great rivers in it
  Of mercy, grace, and peace;
For our sake he suffered death,
  And he went down to the grave:
    He will be sung to,
  After the world goes on fire.