At rif treuliedig flwyddau'm hoes

At rif treuliedig flwyddau'm hoes,
Un arall aeth, ei thro a roes,
  Llefaru maent o hyd yn glau,
  Yr olaf sydd yn agosâu.

Dyn wyf dan ddeddf holl ddynol-ryw,
Unwaith i farw, ond byth i fyw;
  Llaweroedd o'm cyfoedion cu,
  A fudwyd draw i'r beddrod du.

Rhyfeddu 'rwyf i'm Harglwydd hael
Fy arbed i, bren diffrwyth gwael;
  Cynhyrfed hyn fy enaid llon
  I iawn ymostwng ger ei fron.

Pa beth a dalaf, Ior, fy ngrym,
It' am dy holl ddaioni im'?
  Boed gweddill f'oes
      bob dydd ac awr,
  Yn oes i foli'th gariad mawr.

To the number of spent years of my life,
One more has gone, its turn was given,
  Speaking they are always swiftly,
  "The last is drawing nigh."

A man I am under the law of all human-kind,
Once to die, but forever to life;
  Many of my dear contemporaries,
  Have been moved yonder to the black tomb.

Wondering I am at my generous Lord's
Saving me, a poor, fruitless tree;
  Let this rouse my cheerful soul
  Rightly to submit before him.

What shall I pay, Master, my force,
To thee for all thy goodness to me?
  May the rest of my life,
      every day and hour,
  Be an age to praise thy great love.