O am y ffydd symudai draw

O am y ffydd symudai draw
  Yr holl fynyddau sydd gerllaw;
A theimlo ysbryd gweddi wiw
  Am weled llwyddiant
    tŷ fy Nuw:
Dy gariad
    at drueiniaid byd
Ennillo fy serchiadau ' gyd.

Dymuniad cryf fy enaid yw
  Cael sel er achub dynolryw -
I dynu pentewynion tân
  O'r fflam angherddol, fawr a mân;
Eu troi at Dduw all faddeu'n rhad,
A'u cadw'n fyw
    trwy Grist a'i waed.


Dymunwn brynu'r amser drud,

  A byw i hyny yn y byd;

Treulio fy mywyd dros y llu

  Sydd heb adnabod Iesu cu;

Cyhoeddi'r genadwri fawr,

A byw er lles trueiniaid llawr.


Helaetha, llanwa nghalon, Ior,
  A dwyfol gariad fel y môr;
Ac yna treulia'm nerth,
    heb ball,
  I'w gwared hwy
    o rwydau'r fall;
A dwyn y crwydriaid adre'n ol
I'r noddfa gu sydd yn dy gôl.

O for the faith that would move away
  All the mountains hereabout;
And feel a spirit of worthy prayer
  To see the prosperity
    of the house of my God:
Let thy love
    towards the wretches of the world
Win all my affections.

The strong desire of my soul is
  To have a zeal to save humankind -
To pull firebrands
  From the intense flame, great and small;
To turn them to God who can forgive freely,
And keep them alive
    through Christ and his blood.


I would desire to redeem the precious time,

  And live to this of all things;

To expend my life for the multitude

  Who do not know dear Jesus;

To publish the great message,

With life for the wretches of earth.


Enlarge, fill my heart, Lord,
  With divine love like the sea;
And then I will expend my strength,
    without fail,
  In delivering them
    from the nets of pestilence;
And lead the wanderers back home
To the dear refuge which is in thy bosom.

Give me the faith which can remove
  And sink the mountain to a plain;
Give me the childlike praying love,
  Which longs to build
    Thy house again;
Thy love,
    let it my heart overpower,
And all my simple soul devour.

I want an even strong desire,
  I want a calmly fervent zeal,
To save poor souls out of the fire,
  To snatch them from the verge of hell,
And turn them to a pardoning God,
And quench the brands
    in Jesus' blood.

I would the precious time redeem,
  And longer live for this alone,
To spend and to be spent for them
  Who have not yet my Savior known;
Fully on these my mission prove,
And only breathe, to breathe Thy love.

My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
  Into Thy blessed hands receive;
And let me live to preach Thy Word,
  And let me to Thy glory live;
My every sacred moment spend
In publishing the sinner's Friend.

Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart
  With boundless charity divine,
So shall I
    all my strength exert,
  And love them
    with a zeal like Thine,
And lead them to Thy open side,
The sheep for whom the Shepherd died.