Fy ngweddi dôs i'r nêf

6,6,8,6,6,6,8,6

Direct unto my God,

With speed, my cry ascend:

Present to Him this urgent plea: --

|In mercy, Lord, attend!

|Fulfil thy gracious word,

|To bring me to thy rest;

|In Salem soon my place prepare,

|And make me ever blest!

|Down in a vale of tears

|Where dwelt my Christ I mourn,

|And in the conflict with my foes,

|My tender heart is torn:

|O heal each bleeding wound,

|With thy life-giving tree;

|In Salem, Lord, above the strife,

|A place prepare for me!|