Ewch dros yr hen hen hanes

Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes,
  Am bethau'r nefol fyd;
Am Iesu a'i gogoniant,
  Am Iesu a'i gariad drud:
Rhowch eiriau hawdd eu deall,
  Dan gofio plentyn wyf,
Sy'n egwan a blinedig,
  A'm henaid bach dan glwyf.

    Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes,
    Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes,
    Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes,
      Am Iesu a'i gariad drud.

Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes, -
  Ewch drosto'n araf iawn,
I mi gael gweld y cariad,
  A'r waredigaeth lawn:
Ewch drosto'n fynych, fynych -
  'R wy'n methu cofio fawr;
Cyn hanner dydd diflanna
  Y gwlith oedd gyda'r wawr.

Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes,
  O ddifrif, eto'n fwyn;
A chofiwch fi wy'r plentyn
  Daeth Iesu er ei fwyn:
Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes
  Bob amser, os am fod
I mi'n ddiddanydd cywir
  Mewn unrhyw loes all ddod.

Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes,
  Os teimlwch fod fy mryd
Ar werthu f'enaid anwyl,
  Am bethau gwag y byd:
Ie, pan fod byd arall
  Yn gwawrio arnaf fi,
Ewch dros yr hen, hen hanes
  "Mae'r Iesu drosot ti!"

Go over the old, old story,
  About the things of the heavenly world;
About Jesus and his glory,
  About Jesus and his precious love:
Give words easy to understand,
  Remembering that I am a child,
Who is weak and weary
  And my little soul is wounded.

    Go over the old, old story,
    Go over the old, old story,
    Go over the old, old story,
      About Jesus and his precious love.

Go over the old, old story, -
  Go over very slowly,
For me to get to see the love,
  And the full deliverance:
Go over often, often -
  I am failing to remember much;
Before midday the dew
  That was with the dawn vanishes.

Go over the old, old story,
  Seriously, yet tenderly;
And rememebr I am the child
  For whose sake Jesus came:
Go over the old, old story
  Every time, if you would be
To me a true comforter
  In any kind of anguish that can come.

Go over the old, old story,
  If you feel that my mind is
About to sell my beloved soul,
  For the vain things of the world:
Yes, when another world is
  Dawning upon me,
Go over the old, old story
  "Jesus Christ is for you!"

Tell me the old, old story,
  Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
  Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
  As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
  And helpless and defiled.

    Tell me the old, old story,
    Tell me the old, old story,
    Tell me the old, old story,
      Of Jesus and His love.

Tell me the story slowly,
  That I may take it in —
That wonderful redemption,
  God's remedy for sin;
Tell me the story often,
  For I forget so soon,
The "early dew" of morning
  Has passed away at noon.

Tell me the story softly,
  With earnest tones and grave;
Remember I'm the sinner
  Whom Jesus came to save;
Tell me the story always,
  If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
  A comforter to me.

Tell me the same old story,
  When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
  Is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world's glory
  Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
  "Christ Jesus makes thee whole."