Na cherydda fi'n dy lid

Na cherydda fi'n dy lid,
  Er yr haeddaf ef i gyd;
Ac na chospa fi, fy Nuw,
  'Nol fy meiau du eu lliw.

Fy nghamweddau îs y nen,
  Ant fel diluw dros fy mhen;
Maent fel baich rhy drwm i mi,
  Wrthyf, Iôr, tosturia di.

'Nymuniadau bob yr un
  Ynt o hyd o'th flaen dy hun;
Ac fe weli'r funud hon
  Bob ochenaid dan fy mron.

Byth na âd fi, Arglwydd da,
  Nac oddiwrthyf ymbellhâ;
Duw fy iechydwriaeth fawr,
  I'm gwaredu brysia 'lawr.

Do not chastise me in thy wrath,
  Although I deserve it all;
And do not punish me, my God,
  According to my faults of a black colour.

My trespasses under the sky,
  Go like a deluge over my head;
They are like a burden too heavy for me,
  Upon me, Lord, have thou mercy.

My desires every one
  Are ever before thee;
And thou seest this minute
  Every groan under my breast.

Never leave me, good Lord,
  Do not distant thyself from me;
Gof of my great salvation,
  To deliver me hurry down.

 1 Thy chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain,
     though I deserve it all;
   Nor let at once on me the storm
     of thy displeasure fall.

 4 My sins, that to a deluge swell,
     my sinking head o'erflow,
   And for my feeble strength to bear
     too vast a burden grow.

 9 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes
     all my desires appear;
   And sure my groans have been too loud
     not to have reached thine ear.

21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
     nor far from me depart;
22 Make haste to my relief, O thou,
     who my salvation art.