Anfeidrol Ior dyrchafu wnawn

Anfeidrol Ior, dyrchafu wnawn
Ein calon it' o fawl yn llawn;
  Dy ryfedd waith ddatgana'th glôd,
  Wyt Arglwydd pawb,
      Anfeidrol Fôd;
Ymgrymwn ger dy orsedd rad,
Addolwn Di, drag'wyddol Dad.

Holl engyl nef fawrhânt eu Duw,
Can's Brenin nef a daear yw;
  Cerubiaid fyrdd ddyrchafant lef,
  Seraphiaid glân a'u molant Ef,
A "Sanct, Sanct, Sanct,"
    yw'r gydgan fawr,
"Dy glôd a leinw nef a llawr."

I'r patriarchiaid buost Dduw,
Arweinydd i'r prophwydi gwiw,
  A chwmni'r apostolion oll
  A gawsant ynot nawdd ddi-goll;
Ymuna seintiau oesau'r byd
I ganu'th fawl yn dorf yn nghyd.

Tad pob mawreddau,
    tarddle dawn,
I Ti y rhoddant foliant llawn;
  Mawrhânt y Mab mewn cyngan fyw,
  A chydnabyddant Ef yn Dduw;
Clodforant am yr Yspryd Glân,
Ddiddanydd nefol diwahan.

Infinite Sovreign, we do raise
Our heart to thee full of praise;
  Thy wonderful work declares thy acclaim,
  Thou art the Lord of all,
      an Infinite Being;
We bow before thy gracious throne,
We worship thee, eternal Father.

All the angels of heaven magnify their God,
Since the King of heaven and earth he is;
  A myriad cherubim raise a cry,
  Holy seraphim praise him,
And "Holy, Holy, Holy,"
    is the great chorus,
"Thy acclaim fills heaven and earth below."

To the patriarchs thou wast God,
A Guide to the worthy prophets,
  And the company of all the apostles
  Find in thee an unfailing refuge;
The saints of the world's ages unite
To sing thy praise as a throng together.

Father of all majesties,
    the source of gifting,
To thee they render full praise,
  They magnify the Son in a living chorus,
  And recognize him as God;
They extol about the Holy Spirit,
"Thou undivided, heavenly comforter."

Infinite God, to Thee we raise
Our hearts in solemn songs of praise,
  By all Thy works on earth adored,
  We worship Thee,
    the common Lord;
The everlasting Father own,
And bow our souls before Thy throne.

Thee all the choir of angels sings,
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings;
  Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud,
  And seraphs shout the Triune God;
And, Holy, holy,
    holy, cry,
Thy glory fills both earth and sky!

God of the patriarchal race,
The ancient seers record Thy praise,
  The goodly apostolic band
  In highest joy and glory stand;
And all the saints and prophets join
To extol Thy majesty divine.

Father of endless majesty,
All might and love
    they render Thee;
  Thy true and only Son adore,
  The same in dignity and power;
And God the Holy Ghost declare,
The saints’ eternal Comforter.