Cynghaneddiad Rhydd o Weddi Agur

I ti bo'r mawl, y dwyfawl Dad,
Mor lawn yw'r ddaear oll o'th rad!
  'R hwn sy'n rho'i ymborth i bob rhi',
  O ddydd i ddydd diwalla fi.

Fy mywyd hwn, dy eiddo yw,
A'm holl gysuron, o bob rhyw;
  Pob bendith hyfryd
      imi ddaw,
  Raid ddyfod o'th oludog law!

Nid wyf yn chwenych mawredd byd,
Dantheithiol fwyd, neu drwsiad drud;
  Boddhau ar 'chydig byddwyf fi; -
  'R ychydig i mi roddech di.

Tra byddo annuwiolion byd,
A'u hymgais ar ol hwn o hyd;
  Fel Agur, boddlawn yma bwy',
  Ac eled daear rhyngynt hwy.

To thee be the praise, O divine Father,
So full is all the earth of thy grace!
  O One who gives food to every number,
  From day to day supply my needs.

This life of mine, thine own it is,
And all my comforts, of every kind;
  Every delightful blessing
      that comes to me,
  Must come from thy rich hand!

I am not eager for the world's greatness,
Dainty food, or costly attire;
  Satisfied with a little I shall be; =
  The little that thou givest to me.

While the world's ungodly have
Their ambition after this always;
  Like Agur, satisfied here I shall live,
  Let the earth take them away.

Two things have I required of thee;

  deny me them not before I die:


Remove far from me vanity and lies:

  give me neither poverty nor riches;

  feed me with food convenient for me:


Lest I be full, and deny thee,

  and say, Who is the Lord?

or lest I be poor, and steal,

  and take the name of my God in vain.