Gogoniant a ganaf i Dduw mi addawaf

Gogoniant a ganaf
    i Dduw, mi addawaf,
  A chalon, ni chelaf,
      diolchaf bob dydd,
Am iddo fy nghadw
    ar eira mor arw,
  Rhag marw'r brau
      salw breswylydd.

Mae'n rhyfedd fy nghanfod
    mawr heno mor hynod,
  O'r mynydd a'r man-ôd
      yn dyfod i dŷ,
Drwy'r niwl o'r anialwch,
    maith hollol a th'wllwch,
  Mewn eithaf tawelwch i'm teulu.

Fe f'asai'n anniddan
    fyw heno fyr hunan,
  Mewn t'w'llwch, tu allan,
      heb drigfan i droi,
Ar gŵr y Foel Famma'n
    main orwedd mewn eira,
  Fel dafad mewn saldra'n
      isel-droi.

Hi f'asai'n gryn g'ledi
    i mhriddell ymroddi,
  Neu aros i oeri a
      rhewi'n yr hin,
Heb le gwell i orwedd,
    neu gael un ymgeledd,
  Na daear oer noethaidd neu eithin.

Glory I shall sing
    to God, I promise,
  With heart, I do not lie,
      I shall give thanks every day,
For his saving me
    in snow so rough,
  From the death of the frail,
      poorly citizen.

It is wonderful I was found
    on such a great, notable night,
  From the mountain and the driven snow
      coming home,
Through the fog through the wholly vast
    wilderness, and darkness,
  In extreme stillness to my family.

I would be disconsolate
    to live this short night only,
  In darkness, outside,
      with no dwelling to turn to,
On the corner of Moel Famma
    sharply lying in snow,
  Like a sheep in sickness
      getting depressed.

It would be quite a hardship
    to my grave to resign myself,
  Or stay to chill and
      freeze in the weather,
With no better place to lie,
    or to get any succour,
  Than cold, bare earth or gorse.