As I
am, Lord Jesus, take me,
Better I shall never be.
You have power to keep me faithful
When my faithless heart would flee.
There is wholeness
Through the wounds of Calvary.
Exiled
to long weary wandering
Through
a wasteland parched and dry,
All
alone, I could not triumph
O’er
the least of enemies.
But
the name of
Jesus
bids the mighty flee!
From
the cross flows blood that raises
Feeble
saints to conquerors
That
same blood assures of victory
Over hordes of mighty foes
So
from Calvary
Breathes
a peace that stills our fears
I will
trust, then, in your power
Ever
glorious are your deeds!
Trampling
death and hell and Satan
Under
your victorious feet
Peerless
Calvary
Never
from my thoughts depart.
Cymer,
Iesu, fi fel ‘rydwyf
Fyth
ni allaf fod yn well
D’allu
di am gwna yn agos
F’ewyllys
i yw mynd ymhell
Yn dy
glwyfau, yn dy glwyfau
Bydda
i’n unig fyth yn iach
Mi
ddiffygiais deithior crastir
Dyrys
anial wrthyf f’hun
Ac mi
fethais รข choncweirio
O’m
gelynion lleiaf un
Mae dy
enw, mae dy enw
‘N
able i beri i’r cryfaf ffoi
Gwaed
y Groes sy’n codi i fyny
‘Reiddil
yn goncwerwr mawr
Gwaed
dy Groes sydd darostwng
Cewri
cedyrn fyrdd i lawr
Gad
i’m deimlo, Gad i’m deilo
Awel o
Galfaria fryn
Ymddiriedaf
yn dy allu
Mawr
yw’r gwaith a wnest erioed
Ti
gest angau, Ti gest uffern
Ti
gest Satan dan y droed
Pen
Calfaria, Pen Calfaria
Nac
aed hwnnw byth o’m cof.
William Williams (1717 - 1791)
Translation © the author of Strangers and Pilgrims, 2010.
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