O anfeidrol gariad rhad

O anfeidrol gariad rhad!
O rinweddau mawr y gwaed!
  Arbed un mor ddû ei liw;
  O amynedd mawr fy Nuw!

Digiais ef trwy mhechod câs,
Gwrthwynebais air ei ras;
  Gwrthod wneis ei alwad ef,
  Pechu'n fawr yn ngŵydd y Nef.

Mi ' trywanais ar y groes,
Achos fûm o'i angau loes!
  Eto Duw'm hachubodd i,
  Er im' haeddu uffern ddû!

O ba le mae hyn i mi?
'Rachos sydd yn Iesu cu:
  'Fe sy'n pledio'i
      werthfawr waed,
  'Fe sy'n eiriol
      gyda'r Tad.

Sefyll yn y nef mae'n awr,
Dangos mae ei glwyfau mawr:
  Iesu, Mhriod hynod yw:
  Cariad, cariad ydyw Duw!

O immeasurable gracious love!
O the great merits of the blood!
  Saving one so black his colour;
  O the great patience of my God!

I angered him through my detestable sin,
I withstood the word of his grace;
  I refused his call,
  Sinning greatly in the Master's face.

I pierced him on the cross,
I was the cause of his throes of death!
  Still my God saved me,
  Although I deserve black hell!

From whence is such to me?
The cause there is in dear Jesus:
  'Tis he who is pleading his
      precious blood,
  'Tis he who is interceding
      with the Father.

Standing in heaven he is now,
Showing he is his great wounds:
  Jesus, my remarkable Spouse he is:
  God is love, love!

Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
  Can my God His wrath forbear?
  Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

I have long withstood His grace:
Long provoked Him to His face;
  Would not hearken to His calls;
  Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
  Oft profaned His hallowed name,
  Put Him to an open shame.

Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood!
He disarms the wrath of God;
  Now my Father's
      mercies move,
  Justice lingers
      into love.

There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands:
  God is love! I know, I feel;
  Jesus weeps, but loves me still!