O Feistr/Iesu gad im' atat ddod

O Feistr! gad im' atat ddod
Hyd ffyrdd gwasanaeth rhydd dinôd;
  Dysg imi'r modd i oddef pwys
  Y gwaith, a min y gofal dwys.

Rho imi'r atyniadol iaith
Enillo'r glaiar fron i waith;
  Dysg imi ddwyn yn ol y traed
  Yn crwydro o Dy lwybrau gaed.

Dysg im' D'amynedd. Gyda Thi
Mewn undeb dyfo'n fwy fwy cu; -
  Mewn gwaith fo'n adgyfnerthu
      ffydd;
  Mewn ffydd ar ddrwg
      fo'n cario'r dydd.

Mewn gobaith fyddo'n taflu'i wawr
Hyd y dyfodol pell i lawr;
  Mewn heddwch nas adnabu'r byd -
  O Feistr! gad i'm fyw o hyd.

O Master, let me come to thee
Along free, unremarkable roads of service:
  Teach me to way to suffer the weight
  Of the work,
      and the sharpness of the intense care:

Give me the attractive language
To win the lukewarm breast to work;
  Teach me to bring back the feet
  Wandering from Thy paths to be had.

Teach me Thy patience.  With Thee
In union to grow more and more dear; -
  In work that be renewing
      the strength of faith;
  In faith over evil
      that be carrying the day.

In hope that be spreading the dawn
Down along the distant future;
  In peace that the world does not know -
  O Master, let me live always.

O Master, let me walk with Thee
In lowly paths of service free;
  Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
  The strain of toil,
      the fret of care.

Help me the slow of heart to move
By some clear winning word of love;
  Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
  And guide them in the homeward way.

Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee
In closer, dearer company,
  In work that keeps faith
      sweet and strong,
  In trust that triumphs
      over wrong,

In hope that sends a shining ray
Far down the future's broadening way;
  In peace that only Thou canst give,
  With Thee, Master, let me live.