Er bod mewn cyflwr is

Er bod mewn cyflwr is
  Na phendefigion byd,
Mi gefais berl sydd uwch ei bris
  Nag fedd yr rhai'n i gyd:
Fe drefnwyd imi ran
  Ac etifeddiaeth fras;
Fy nghoelbren sydd mewn hyfryd fàn,
  Yn swn efengyl gras.

O cÃḃn, fy enaid trist!
  Ti glywaist newydd da;
Fe gafwyd balm o glwyfau Crist
  I lwyr iachÃḃu fy mhla:
Mae modd i gyfiawnÃḃu
  Pechadur fel fy hun;
Agorwyd ffynon i lanÃḃu
  Y brwnt a'r duaf un.

Daeth holl drysorau'r nef
  I ran pechadur gwael;
Trwy angau Crist
    a'i aberth ef
  Mae'r cyfan oll i'w cael:
Pob llawnder ynddo sydd,
  Ymffrostiaf yn fy rhan;
Iesu fy Mhriod byth a fydd
  Hyfrydwch f'enaid gwan.

Although in a lower state
  That the nobles of the world,
I got a pearl that is higher in price
  That all of them possess:
A portion was ordained for me
  And a fat inheritance;
My lot is in a delightful place,
  In the sound of the gospel of grace.

O sing, my sad soul!
  Thou didst hear good news;
Balm was got from the wounds of Christ
  To completely heal my plague:
There is a means to justify
  A sinner like myself;
A fount was opened to cleanse
  The filthy and the blackest one.

All the treasures of heaven became
  The portion of a base sinner;
Through the death of Christ
    and his sacrifice
  All the entirety is to be had:
Every fullness is in him,
  I shall boast in my portion;
Jesus my Spouse forever shall be
  Take delight, my weak soul!