Aled Jones Aberystwyth
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the gathering waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
Noddfa arall nid oes un
Wrthyt glyn fy enaid gwan:
Paid am gadael, bydd dy Hun
Imi'n gysur ac yn rhan:
Ti yw Gwrthrych mawr fy ffydd,
Ti yw 'nghymorth, neb ond Ti;
Cudd fy mhen digysgod, cudd
Odan nawdd dy adain Di.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cleanse from every sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.