O Am Aros
I claim that I shall always sing
Praises to You.
But many times my singing rings
Much differently, as You know I do.
My mind, however, knows Your crystal
fountain,
And my heart drinks from its healing
flow.
When at times I cannot climb earth’s rugged
mountain
Life seems as slippery as on fresh-fallen
snow.
But when I tread the verge of my own
sinful river,
With confession and repentance at my side,
And an abundance of forgiveness in my God-filled
quiver,
My anxious fears subside.
Songs of praises! Songs of Praises!
I will ever sing to Thee,
I will ever sing to Thee.
O, am aros! O, am aros!
Yn Ei gariad ddyddiau f'oes.
Yn Ei gariad ddyddiau f'oes.
