Mae galwad heddyw yn parhÃḃu

Mae galwad heddyw yn parhÃḃu,
  I mi Ãḃ'r beiau mawr;
A chroesaw etto i godi'm llÃẂf
  Fry tu a'r nef yn awr,
Tryw'r Archoffeiriad
    gwych di-ffael,
  Sydd wedi' gael yn un di-goll:
Di-fai i Ddyw yw, yn ddßau;
  Di-fai i ninnau oll.

Trowch ataf fi, medd Duw o hyd,
  Holl gyrau'r byd
      sy'n gaeth;
Fel y'ch achuber rhag fy llid;
  A phrofi gofid gwaeth:
Pe byddai eich pechodau chwi
  Fel porphor wedi cochi; cewch
Eich gwneyd mor lÃḃn a'r eira gwỳn;
  Yn sydyn cyd-nesewch.

Mae'r Arglwydd heddyw'n galw a'r g'oedd,
  O, de'wch i'r dyfroedd, de'wch;
Bawb sy'n sychedu am ddyfroedd byw;
  Digonedd Duw a gewch:
Cewch yfed ffrwyth gwinwydden bur,
  A gwleddoedd cariad heb ddim cur;
Gadewch holl gibau, seigiau sur,
  Y moch, a'u sawyr mwy.

There is a call today continuing,
  To to with the great faults;
And a welcome still to raise my cry
  Up towards heaven now,
Through the brilliant, unfailing
    Great High Priest,
  Who has been found a flawless one:
Faultless to God his is, without doubt;
  Faultless to us all too.

Turn ye to him, says God always,
  All ye corners of the world
      that are captive;
That ye be saved from my wrath;
  And experience worse grief:
If your sins were
  Like purple having reddened; ye may
Be made as clean as the white snow;
  Immediately draw near together.

The Lord is calling today publicly,
  O, come ye to the waters, come;
All who are thirsting for living waters;
  The sufficiency of God ye me get:
Ye may drink the fruit of the pure vine,
  And the feasts of love without pain;
Leave ye all the sour, empty pods
  Of the pigs, and their savour evermore.